On our weeding night as we stripped ourselves of our clothing, my lips tingling from our kisses. Giddy with the promise of our future. I whispered two words that had the light in Luca's eyes brightening significantly.
"I'm pregnant."
And I knew as he wrapped his arms around me, kissing me soundly, a smile never leaving our lips, I would never feel that cold again.
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Short Story#27- flowers 11/21/18 #748- poetry We had this sick fantasy that we could be in love forever. That no one could tear us apart. Well, except ourselves.
