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affiliated with it.
The woods were quiet as they lay motionless in the grass. The light breeze that ruffled their hair whispered through the trees and for a moment they, and the natural world alone, knew that fall was coming. She sighed deeply and he looked up at her, a question rising to his eyes. She shook her head and smiled. The drawing fell to his lap and she saw her own face looking at her. He moved closer to her, and kissed her gently, the essence so intrinsic to him lingering on her lips as he shifted to lay down beside her. "I can't believe we're here." She whispered.
"I always knew we would be. Chemistry..." he smiled.
She turned to face him, bringing a finger and tracing the features of his face, his curls, his eyebrows, his nose and his mouth. He caught her hand in his, and kissed her again. He then brought his hand and rested it on her stomach. She watched his fingers intently, the beautiful artist hands who brought beauty from the remaining scraps of people's lives. His fingers spread and he rested his head on her stomach.
"What about Matthew?" he asked. "And if it's a girl." He looked at her from above her swollen stomach, and their intertwined wedding bands shined in the sun. He smiled.
"Joy."
The woods were quiet as they lay motionless in the grass. The light breeze that ruffled their hair whispered through the trees and for a moment they, and the natural world alone, knew that fall was coming. She sighed deeply and he looked up at her, a question rising to his eyes. She shook her head and smiled. The drawing fell to his lap and she saw her own face looking at her. He moved closer to her, and kissed her gently, the essence so intrinsic to him lingering on her lips as he shifted to lay down beside her. "I can't believe we're here." She whispered.
"I always knew we would be. Chemistry..." he smiled.
She turned to face him, bringing a finger and tracing the features of his face, his curls, his eyebrows, his nose and his mouth. He caught her hand in his, and kissed her again. He then brought his hand and rested it on her stomach. She watched his fingers intently, the beautiful artist hands who brought beauty from the remaining scraps of people's lives. His fingers spread and he rested his head on her stomach.
"What about Matthew?" he asked. "And if it's a girl." He looked at her from above her swollen stomach, and their intertwined wedding bands shined in the sun. He smiled.
"Joy."