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Due to my messy blog / tags /etc my OCD isn’t really happy with me, so, I’ve moved on over to my new blog so I can keep things organized!  ( If we have any threads, I’ll reply using my new blog! )

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                  ❝Well damn, I happen to be the master of distractions, didn’t you know? I should have an award or something for my obviously amazing kills.❞ The male managed to chuckle his own words out.

                  As soon as Mira was lifted from her arms, Dylan wiggled to try and find a more comfortable position. Her own movements only ending with her right back on her back with a frustrated sigh. If there was one thing the two had the most in common — it was the fact that they both hated feeling like they couldn’t do anything. Being told she had to take things easy for a few weeks, that was nothing less than hell to her ears. But hazel eyes setting on the small scene beside her had every bit feeling like it was worth it. She could deal with actually taking days easy for a while if it meant she could see the way his eyes set on the tiny child in his arms. ❝See, I told you she would.❞ Bright words teased from her as she tugge herself to a slight sit, still leaning back against the lifted side of the bed. ❝All worried for nothing, Dork.❞

                  A single brow tugged as teasing words filled his ears and as much as he wanted to race off and hide away with her right then, he wanted her to have the wedding she wanted. That of course, involved spending actual time around their guests. ❝Not sure you have to suggest that twice.❞ Quiet words offered as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before arms gifted her with a light squeeze. Every small action had not only his sister but Lily happily smiling as the photographers shot away, Dalton’s attention pulling to a far more important person to him at the time.

                  She had a point and the dark-haired male knew it. But he also knew he couldn’t understand why — he just knew things were different. Sitting there now, trying to wrap his racing mind around every thought and disgusting feeling, he couldn’t seem to grasp or understand why things were different with the tiny female on his lap. ❝It’s just — different.❞ Words left the male like a soft flower as his shoulders lifted slightly. How do you explain something you can’t understand? It was a repeated question, almost like a skipping record in his mind, but he was trying. He had been trying to understand all of it since he dropped her off. Trying to understand why he could be colder than ice with anyone else around him — except her. ❝It just is. I don’t know why or how it is, but it is. I’m not trying to convince you of anything, I’m just — talking.❞ Maybe simply talking was bad, he knew how he could ramble when it came to their conversations. Knew how words could rip away from him like a speeding bullet when he tried to explain things to her. ❝I just know I can be cold with her and grow bored because she doesn’t really matter to me. She’s just there to keep me distracted.❞