petit chevreuil

Because your kids are nice. Everything about them is nice. Mine are monsters. They don’t get it from my side - it’s all their dad.

By 'nice' do you mean, Oddly quiet and never messy? Because the other day I came home to find the boys on the roof with the cat. They were curious if they really do have nine lives. Rory is the nice one, and I'm even sure she's just a ton better at hiding it than the boys..plus she hangs out with Vel all the time. You can't believe it's all innocent. Oh, yeah? So it's all Johnny's fault? I still to this day insist Johnny is a bear..the cuddly hairy kind. 

Chance took Faline’s small hand in is, squeezing gently. “I will. I promise.” His heart was still beating out of his chest as he looked at his bride. She was beautiful. She looked radiant, a literal vision dressed in white. Her features were angelic. Her hair was shining. Warm tears welled in his eyes as he thought about what was going to happen in the next few minutes. Within the next few minutes, Faline was going to be his for always and forever. The sheer thought of being able to wake up next to her every morning, her hair tickling his nose as he held her tightly to his body was enough to drive him insane from happiness. The idea of starting a family with her was all he could ever dream about. He’d found his true family years ago, but now he’d be able to start his own with the woman he loved more than anything in the world. “Teasing me at the alter is so not cool,” he managed to whisper out before the minister began the ceremony.

Grinning like a love struck fool Faline simply shrugged her slim shoulder; teasing Chance had always been one of her most favorite past time that often turned into full afternoons of tangled bodies and breathy words shared just for two, and now in a room full of people she felt only him. She saw only him, heard only him; The sighs their guest had filled the room with fell around her, flat and nothing. The only thing that mattered even half an ounce were the soft words trailing from his tongue and finding a way directly to her. Each vow meant something more than just words. They meant being nineteen and dancing with strangers, and falling in love with friends. It meant laughing a wet laugh, because she secretly loved the Bambi jokes, for it tied her forever to her sister who stood just behind her as her maid of honor, a real smile pressed to her lips despite that a scowl seemed to look best on the older woman. His words were every dream come true, the silly, and small and everything after. It meant feeling young at heart, and wise at soul, because she had found the one in which her soul resides; Song of Solomon. She thought idly to herself of one of the few verses she had always held near and dear for the sheer accuracy of the words, soul mates were real, and she had found hers in the presence of an awkward struggling college student who loved to sing in public, who danced just to dance. She smiled fondly, loving him was like living in her favorite musical sometimes, but in a strange way it reminded her of her father, who often times she could find humming a tune, and even sweeping her mother around an empty room with the hum of his voice playing the part of an orchestra. She never remembered seeing them so in love, so happy and she knew if she'd ever fall in love it'd be with a man who'd dance with her and sing to her, it didn't hurt that his voice sounded like how honey taste. She squeezed his hand gently her eyes filling with tears remembering how she had become a destructive whirl wind at nineteen with no clue of what was up or down, but she was always sure of him. 

'I haven't put on weight', I told myself. 'I'm still a size 4', I said.

All the weight I've lost, you've found in your tits.

“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you…I think I sing when I’m nervous. I mean I sing all the time which would technically mean I’m nervous all the time…but I’m not. I don’t know. Do I look okay?” Chance was talking at a mile a minute, not sure how he was able to keep up with his own scattered and excited thoughts. Amory, Donald, and Gabe were all in the suite with him, listening to his nervous chattering and yammering. He knew that she was just a floor above him, putting on the beautiful white lace and satin dress that she worked so hard to keep a secret from him. The mere thought of his fiancee wearing an elaborate wedding dress put the goofiest smile on his face. He never thought he’d see this day come, but all he felt like he had been preparing for this moment his whole life.

One, two, one two. She mouthed the words glancing down at her feet making sure not to fall on her face as she closed the distance between them she mouthed the words, 'I love you' before her brother tucked fiery red behind her ears pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek, "Dad would of been proud." Looking from her to Chance her lead her hand to her soon to be husbands, "Take care of the little dear." He mused aloud smiling up at his sister, "She's all grown up now." He nodded before taking his leave to the seats with their other siblings and their maman who had already begun to dry her wet eyes the moment Faline had stood before her soon to be husband and her always forever.