Hi, dollface! I’m your CSSV and had so much fun writing this for you. I’ve enjoyed our little chats over the last few weeks and I hope you enjoy the story. I tried to put as many little touches of you in it as I could.
xoxo,
Megan
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The knock came at 2:05. It was tentative, barely pulling Killian
out of a dreamless sleep and for a moment, he thought he’d imagined it.
Fuzzy-brained, he was a second away from chalking it up to a rattling pipe or
noise from the street when another knock came, this one more insistent.
Tossing the covers off and cursing as he kicked his feet
free from the tangled sheet, he padded through the living room, throwing the
deadbolt and dramatically pulling the door open, ready to give his untimely
visitor hell while wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs and a
scowl.
The piss and vinegar was short-lived when his eyes fell onto
the figure standing in the hallway.
Her face was red and blotchy with strands of blonde hair
sticking to tear tracks. A cheap diaper bag, stretched to the limits and
overflowing, was slung over her shoulder, one of those infant car seats
designed for carrying at her feet, the baby inside asleep.
Chin lifting just enough to convey some measure of pride, her eyes wouldn’t rise enough meet his. When she spoke it was to the dog
tags resting on his chest.
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