I glare at him, the mood swings kicking in, and finish the potatoes. "You try being prego with two people inside you," I mutter, moving the salad infront of me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things..." — Gone With the Wind
