Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
Belle and Merlin
"'Course it was. We gonna exchange gifts now, cher?"
She wiggled close to him, hooking a leg over his side, her stomach protruding a little, but not enough to be uncomfortable. In fact, it was kind of neat. A physical reminder of what they had made together, the life they'd forged in love, even if it hadn't been knowingly.