A colorful celebration of life

Eularia laughed, completely oblivious to his plan of tickling her until she couldn't breathe. Uhuh. That's the only reason, for sure. Definitely. In the moment, she could think of ten more reasons; but saying them out loud was another reminder that she was falling in love...

...and it felt so right? But at the same time somewhere in the back of her mind proclaimed that she was wrong to love this man. And another part of her reminded her that she'd been the one to fall head-over-heels first, in this particular relationship.

Eularia's crush on Magnus had been so well-known, that her friends teased her endlessly, until the day she (yes, she) finally asked him out. It was foolish and stupid, and she'd been so certain she'd marry this man.

She'd been wild and free back then.

Eularia grinned as she moved the breakfast tray off of the bed entirely, rolling onto her side to study Magnus. Everything felt perfect.

It was like a dream that she'd had as a girl. Him in her bed, a baby on the way, snuggled into his chest. It was... perfect.

Hey, she hummed up at him. You'll always stay with me, right? Some part of her fretted that Frankie had taken his chance to leave her; delirious, positively wrong, but she couldn't help but wonder. It was the only thing, in her mind, that explained him not being at that safe house.