Worth It (Klance Mpreg)

Quinceanera Dress (And An Important Message)

I would like to inform everyone who is reading this and has been looking forward to more parts that these last parts I'll post will most likely be the very last.

I've just kind of stopped writing for this series along with a few others of mine and I've taken a long time seeing if I find the inspiration and I haven't so I've moved on to other things.

I'm sorry but would like to finish off this message by saying I greatly appreciate all the comments and such I've received on behalf of this story and thank you all so much!

(I have done my research on this. Someone in my class who lived in Puerto Rico and speaks fluent Spanish has informed me that a girls quinceanera is in fact on her fifteenth birthday. He said quinceanera comes from the Spanish word for fifteen. So it's when a girl turns fifteen.)

"I don't want a poofy dress."

"Princesa, you would look beautiful in a poofy dress."

"I hate poofy dresses."

She deadpans. Lance holds a hand to his chest in mock offense.

"I can't believe you would say that! What have they ever done to you?"

She rolls her eyes and looks at the the frilly pastel pink dress hanging from the rack beside her.

"I'm not doing it. I will never do it."

Lance turns to me.

"Keith, please tell our daughter that poofy dresses are perfect and that she would look amazing in one."

I stare at him for a full thirty seconds before looking at Anna.

"There was a simple white dress at the front of the store with some jewels."

She lights up and heads in that direction as Lance groans.

"Why would you do that? I'm hurt by your betrayal."

He says while sitting down next to me.

"I didn't betray you. When she comes out of that dressing room with a smile wearing the dress she loves you'll change your mind."

"I hate that you're right."

"Hey, maybe you'll be able to convince Astrid when she's older to wear a frilly dress."

"Somehow I feel like that's not going to happen."

I smile at him and shrug.

"Probably not."