decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
She nodded. “Then we will have it done just before mass.” She told him quietly, resting her head against his and just watching out the window. “We aren’t gonna get back to Margrethe’s stuff in my closet are we?” She asked him, getting up to get dressed and call her father to let him know Ubbe’s decision
he grumbled in response, shaking his head. “No. I’m tired max.” He whined and lay back, pulling her to lay on him. “I’m tired of being poked and X-rays and mris and tests and surgeries.... I do not want to find out that I need more.” He muttered, just looking pouty now.
he grumbled in response, shaking his head. “No. I’m tired max.” He whined and lay back, pulling her to lay on him. “I’m tired of being poked and X-rays and mris and tests and surgeries.... I do not want to find out that I need more.” He muttered, just looking pouty now.