stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: nashtons quicklog
I love you, too. [Her fingers pushed readily through his hair, nails barely scraping against his scalp before digging a little deeper. Needling a little more. She knew that they had completely ignored the prospect of a family practically since that phone call from her doctor more than a month ago, and frankly, she hadn't thought anymore about the infertility treatments after everything that had happened. Her fingers twisted into his hair.] I'm sorry. I was-- I was just really scared, baby. Scared of failing you again, scared of something happening to me. Scared of something happening to...it.