Three years later. . . .
“Really him, of all people he is who you want to tell first?” Seth questioned, his hands smudging down his face. I flipped the last of the pancakes, turning off the stove, before rounding the island to stand before him. I gently pried his hands down, smiling knowingly as I asked “after all his done you still don’t trust him. . . Even a little?”. Seth groaned placing his hands on my lower back to pull me flush against him “not even a little. . . Maybe I would if he would tell us a full story for a change but no, it’s all ‘I can’t say’ and my very favourite ‘you will know in time’”. Seth sighed looking down to me before smiling softly as he nuzzled into my neck, “you already smell different sweetheart, maybe it’s twins again”. I playfully slapped his chest giggling
