Liz's Bestie ● Helvetica ● ● Jigglypuff ● Jeff Vader
Walking hand in hand with her husband, the thirty-eight weeks pregnant Department Head of Level Nine looked up at him from the side. Putting her free hand on her belly, she wondered what Reagan's reply to their question would be. Hopefully, yes. "Ready love?" Becca asked quietly as they got to Bella Greingoth's office door. When he was ready, she was.
__________________ Yesterday is not ours to recover  But tomorrow is ours to win or lose.
Last edited by Becky; 01-05-2010 at 06:55 AM.
Reason: Weeeeks :D
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