The first time I held my little girl was a wonderful moment. My little girl was just like her father. She was a goat. She was so fuzzy. Adorable. But when she was in my arms, I never wanted to ever let go of her. I may have been a little bit sick, a little bit tired, but it was nothing. It was completely trumped by the beauty of my little girl.
She was really beautiful. She had my eyes, but looked just like her father otherwise. He was so proud when he saw her for the first time. Our little fuzzball. . ..so soft and warm in my arms. It was in that moment that I knew that she had me wrapped around her finger.
So beautiful.
So small with her little body swapped up in a light pastel pink swaddle. In the most beautiful blanket.
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Asriel as it Gets
FanfictionHe messed up. I'll admit it. But I'm not going to judge him for it. He deserves to choose his own path, and I will support whatever his decision is, as long as it doesn't hurt anybody else or anything that has to do with that. I love Asriel. And th...
