My face drains of color, looking at her stomach. No, no. It's just a dream, Nic. Snap out of it. I look back at her and bring a hand to the side of her face, "S'okay, Jacks. We'll be okay."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I hear a slight scream and look up at the ceiling, listening for anything more.
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I hush her and roll her on her back, a hand still on the side of her face, "Shh, baby. Wake up. Please. You're scaring the hell out of me. S'okay here."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. — Ann Landers