I’m hoping tomorrow night for Tom and Moira.
Richard’s attached to the boots. He doesn’t want to chance them getting ruined. He’s hoping for an encore performance.
Seriously, that I inspired you to start writing your own stories is the biggest compliment ever. That means so much.
And you can get the templates here.
Layla stared into the fridge as she held her mobile to her ear. Even Richard’s voice couldn’t completely overwhelm her hunger. “I am so horny that today I figured out how much it would cost to have a taxi take me to Leeds just to have sex with you.”
His laughter was loud but tinged with sympathy.“Two more weeks and no more Leeds.”
“And then you’ll be home until the babies are born. I’m so happy this play was at just the right time for you.”
“And thankfully I have an understudy in case the babies decide to come early.”
Layla patted her stomach. “I told them they’re not allowed to.”
“Well, I guess we’ll see how good they are at listening to their mum right off, then.”
“Have you thought of any more name ideas?” They had found out at her appointment Monday morning that they were having a girl and a boy.
“What about Emmeline?”
Layla wrinkled her nose and moved the carton of milk over, looking to see if anything interesting was hiding behind it. She was disappointed to find that there wasn’t. “She sounds prissy. I was on a baby name site today and people are starting to name their daughters Khaleesi.”
“We are not those people.”
I AM SO JEALOUS OF YOU!
I really don’t want to glorify smoking but I can absolutely understand.
I think we’d actually have to meet the child in question to determine its breed.
I’m writing right now. It should be out tonight barring a major disaster.
I’ll have one of these please ^
It’s officially up on the Old Vic website. Now, to see if I can find enough change under the couch cushions for a plane ticket to London.