(Gracia is Spanish for grace. Its obvious xD)
You carried a little girl in your arms. She looked like her father yet she had your eyes (Harry Potter anyone?). You sang a little lullaby
(I'm too lazy to type it out :P Just imagine the lullaby your mom sings to you. My mom never did -cries-)
"I'm home" "Shhhh... she's sleeping" He looked at the baby and smiled "Baby Gracia, Daddy Steven is home"
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Slamacow and other stories
FanfictionYou thought that was the last time y'all saw me huh? Welcome to this book of Slamacow imagines with occasional Dan and Phil imagines assisted by my queen Tyler New people New stories Are you ready?
