▽▽ (Yes, I put it twice. No, I have no shame.)
Hehe you’re the best :~) I got 85 and 35 so!
“You desired my attention but denied my affections.”
"And what an idiotic move that was," she added as an afterthought, before nuzzling her face into the crook of his arm. They’d been together for around three months now, and Rosemary couldn’t be more content with the fluttering butterflies in her stomach and the restless pounding her chest. Looking back, it was hard to imagine there’d been a time when Henry wasn’t a part of her life. He was the embodiment of danger, excitement, and adventure — and she was simply happy to be along for the ride.
"I miss you, nothing hurts like no you."
The words came out as a whisper, but Rosemary had never spoken louder in her entire life. 50 days — it’d been 50 days since the last time she’d seen Henry and she still couldn’t let him go. They say it takes half of the time you were together to get over someone entirely, but Rosie didn’t have that long to spare. He’d made it clear that she was going to be on her own, and those words have proven to be true. Their daughte— her daughter, was coming in four quick months, whether she was ready or not, and Rosemary was determined to keep herself together. She’d spent eighteen years working for the life she’d wanted, and everything was going to plan until the moment that pregnancy had flashed a positive symbol. Looking down at the creaseless sheet of paper balanced on her protruding stomach, Rosemary crumpled it up in a fit of anger before throwing it towards the bin. It didn’t matter whether she was in possession of the letter or not; she could recite every last word on her college acceptance notice. A kick interrupted her thoughts, most likely sensing Rosemary’s sudden change in brain chemistry. Breathing slowly, the girl pressed a hand to her stomach, tears prickling her eyes. “I wouldn’t trade you for the world,” she whispered, “I just hope you’ll love me the way I love you. Unquestioningly, and independently.”
