>>52936024Come on, Dawn. It's not all intense, passionate, spine-tingling baby making sex with them. There's real love, too, and you see it first hand and write poems about it, remember?
>The baby took her first steps today. They grow up so fast, just like they say. Her sunny smile and cherry hair are just so fair, her mother's eyes ever present in a loving stare. She's the spitting image of the one who broke my heart, the girl I never should have forced to take part. The stadium was loud and I had felt so proud, but a disinterested expression is all her face allowed. Their unexpected love burns us all, but not in the same way, not at all. Him with passion, her with desire and I with a need so dire. The baby cries and I remember that time flies. She fell for the first time, her first steps were to her a treacherous climb. The proud parents held her in their arms, not allowing her to know any other harms. Tears fell from everyone's eyes, the baby's from the fright, the parents from delight and mine from all my lies. This is not my life, the baby's not my blessing and I am not his wife. 