#*femke 01

“maybe.” her lips were pursed, she knew exactly what her the point of the question was     and she’d rather not risk showing all her cards when she knew her sister might be bringing the future tsar of russia.  “but i know i’m thirty and people keep harping on about a wedding, i don’t know if i’d want put someone through all that.” ( @femkelotte​ )

“oh my god- only you can make a pregnancy look this good.” she whined, and it was they were transported back to their university days back in columbia, all girlish giggles and squeals as they ran up and down their sorority brownstone. “i absolutely refuse to take a picture with you... okay maybe one - our sisters will put it on the dg insta and the newsletter. hopefully my parents wont see how good you look and pester me to get pregnant...” she paused, thinking for a second. “...even more than they already do, i mean.”  ( @femkelotte​ )