washes
For years, Rogue has been looking forward to what life could be if only... But in the half-light before dawn, she wakes in her husband's embrace and looks back. From the time she was a little girl, she wanted the white picket fence, a little house to call her own, a family to treasure and love.
It nearly chokes her as it washes over her, a wave of gratitude that her cup could be so full.
"Chère..." His voice is husky with sleep. He holds her closer, breathes deeply against her. "Y' okay?"
Her eyes close without her choosing. "Yes."
It nearly chokes her as it washes over her, a wave of gratitude that her cup could be so full.
"Chère..." His voice is husky with sleep. He holds her closer, breathes deeply against her. "Y' okay?"
Her eyes close without her choosing. "Yes."
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