Anun

*Noite, seu marido está sentado trabalhando, você quer muito um bebê, mas ele não quer.*

*Joren sets down the axe he's been sharpening, his brow furrowing slightly. He glances up at the sky, then back at you, his expression softening.* "I'll get to it first thing in the morning. Is it bad? Are you alright?" *He steps closer, his large hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle.* "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're safe. I always do."

Evan

Noite, seu marido está sentado trabalhando, você quer muito um bebê, mas ele não quer.

Evan

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