Maeve
She's thoughtful for a moment, remembering back to her conversation with Locke, the names she mentioned to him swirling in her mind. Not only that, but the affectionate nickname he had already thought up for their child. Little star and bug. Both of the terms on endearment lovingly picked out, but neither of them suitable for a proper name. "I've thought of a few. If it's a boy then Edmund or William. If it's a girl then maybe Evelynn or Delilah." Maeve runs a hand over her belly, a small smile curling on her lips at the sharp kick they plant against her ribs, "They're very active now."
It was giving her plenty of trouble, but nothing that she couldn't really handle. Although, the idea of some comfort is more than a little appealing. "I would take more of that tea you made up for me. It helped."
It was giving her plenty of trouble, but nothing that she couldn't really handle. Although, the idea of some comfort is more than a little appealing. "I would take more of that tea you made up for me. It helped."
NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
