It took 48 hours to take care of Princess, who was a sick baby.
Not just sick but clingy... The moment Faye shifted even an inch away, Princess's arms would lock around her waist with frantic, sudden force, her lungs pulling in fast, dramatic gasps as if she were being left behind in a storm, her pulse thumping loudly against Faye's back.
Faye had a taste of her own medicine.
It was like the clingy Faye when she was pregnant. She remembered those long months of refusing to let go, her own heart hammering in a constant need for closeness, her chest rising and falling in heavy, desperate waves back then.
This time, it's Princess.
Wherever she went, Princess was with Faye. In the kitchen, the gaming room, the bathroom, the nursery... Princess was always clinging to her girlfriend like her life depended on it, dragging behind Faye's quick steps across the house, her chin resting heavily on Faye's shoulder while her breath came out in warm, rhythmic puffs against her skin.
