TC 23
I'm putting light makeup on my face, and lastly, the killer eyeliner. Isak helped me blow-dry my long, red hair; they had to bend down to reach me because I'm too small for them. It felt like it had been years since I'd worn my leather boots, white maxi skirt with slit, and panelled cropped top from Dior. "Stunning." I know, right! I playfully flip my hair and then walk like a model, a pregnant model since my tummy was proudly bulging in front. My white panelled cropped top only covered the breast part, so my stomach was exposed. I have to thank my mother and aunt for advising me to use oil on my belly so I won't have stretch marks. "Aren't you cold?" A big, white, fluffy jacket is on the bed. I pointed it out so Tage won't be worried about the babies and me getting cold. Halvar plant
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