 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Esme loved the little plant!
Olly was very happy. After all, a happy Esme meant a happy Oliver. “I think so too,’’ he responded, approval evident in his voice. “Just don’t forget to water it because I won’t be doing it.’’ He was teasing, of course. The young artist was always willing to help out the girlfriend, pregnant or not. His cheek was still extra warm for where she had kissed him, a feeling that he liked.
“Got the perfect window sill picked out?’’ Oliver questioned and watching Esme. Surely girls thought these things over carefully. If it were him, he’d just pick the closest window and have it stashed there. |