Harlow/Ilaria
“A hot chocolate for you and a beer for me,” Lazlo says, sitting next to me, and I thank him. “What are you doing?” he asks and I reply, placing down the catalog. “I was looking at baby things.”
“Mm,” he nods with a sad expression before picking up the catalog and going through it, looking at the strollers I was looking at. “I like this one,” he says, pointing at the same cot I spent the past fifteen minutes drooling over. I love it, but it’s expensive. Lazlo gave me a credit card to use, but I don’t feel right about spending his money. I feel guilty. But I have no choice since I don’t work, so I try to spend as little as I possibly can. It’s also the other reason that has led me to the decision that I came to this morning.
After crying myself to sleep last night, I was fi
