(4 months later, I'm sorry for the time skip)
I stare back at the nineteen year old girl with blue eyes like the ocean, blonde hair like a golden retriever and a small bump. My hands run over my delicate skin for once I smile. A real smile. PJ's arms twist around me, kissing my collarbone.
"Do you know how gorgeous you are."
His question was more like a statement. I didn't have the energy to argue so I just nodded and sunk into his loving touch.
"Are you tired, Mags?"
I nod again. After breaking down crying and trying to claw my own skin off, I'm exhausted. PJ will always be here for me. I know that.
"How about I tuck you into bed."
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When I woke up the next day I was surprised to see that I'd slept all day, night and half of the day today. Large arms twisted around my body, pulling me into a protective hug. His large palm rested against my bump, not just protecting me but protecting our little baby.
