#divineconquer

𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 a book for Illya and Lena, they're both fed, and in a good mood, with both of them on her arms, they were quiet listening to her voice. It doesn't matter how young they were, but she was trying some bonding with them, she stops the reading when noticing Illya was actually smiling for her, while Lena was looking at her as if she was mesmerized for Sasha. She heard the door-rang, carefully put them both, in the cot on the living room and Bruce, her dog stayed by the side of the twins as their loyal shield. She took a moment or two to open the door. ❛ Hi! ❜ She gives a step aside so Ivy could enter. Sasha wanted to talk her some things. ❛ I supposed this visitation is not for me anymore. They're on their cot. ❜ She pointed where the twins were on the living room.

      𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 and Sasha decided it would be great to stay locked in her house and do nothing, just sleeping, since she much needed a rest, especially because of this pregnancy of twins. She felt an urge craving to eat candies. There isn't even fucking ice cream on her fridge. --- Since she is on diet from Monday to Friday, on weekends she allowed herself to eat crap. The Russian wants to be in form, but still, she couldn't help the little weights from her babies inside her... Technically, she left the home in her pajamas, not caring about her looks. Her hoodie sweatshirt would hide her stomach, although she isn't exactly on the stage where people could see she's visibly pregnant. There's a small baby bump, in which she was annoyed about it. -------- She is hating her body's changes. Now she was at the bakery, near her home, with her dog. Unsure of what she wants to eat. Observing the choices, she bumped into Luke... ❛ Sorry ---- Hey Luke! ❜

                    𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑, 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 her vodka as usual, but she was exhausted. Turns out she napped on the stool, with her face rested on top of her folders and in the wooden counter. She didn't even bother to remove her white-coat from the clinic, and her glass was all displaced on her delicate feature. Meanwhile, her glass of vodka was there, the rock ice melting it in, the glass almost untouched. --- The problem is, the blonde HATES to sleep, she is willing to do ABSOLUTELY anything, to remain awake. Deep down she knew she should head home, but instead she is on the bar. (She switch a day in a bar, and a day in a club, after work.) ---- This is part of her routine.

To my favorite new parents,

Couldn’t let you guys miss out on all the fun. Here’s a little something to help with the FOMO.

Kiss those precious lil’ nuggets baby toes for me, pretty please.

xo, Ivy

          𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 these babies were sucking every last energy of her, but even before the delivery day they already were eating her thin patience. When she put one to sleep the other wakes up, and vice-versa, when one wants to eat the other just wants to 'clown around'. She always tries to feed both of them at the same time to save time for herself to rest. Today Lena and Illya were being cooperative by eating at the same time, and now she put both of them to burp at the same time. They were delaying to burp, and she ended dozing off, holding both twins in each of her arms, whilst she was in bed. Sasha didn't hear the door knocked but she heard the door open, a little confused momentarily and she faced Viv. ❛ Heyy... ❜ She looked at the other with her tired eyes, having visible dark circles.