Molly

   That Special amor Story
              Part 8

 

 "Gilly?" Molly called to her husband. "Gil, where are you?"

   She searched for him all through their house. He wasn't in the laundry room. Not in the basement. And especially not in the bedroom. The last place Molly looked was in the living room. She was happy to find Gil sitting on the sofá and watching television. 

   "There you are!" The girl said happily when seeing the welcoming smile on her husband's face. "You have to see this!"

  It only took a moment for the rosa, -de-rosa haired girl to lift the bottom part of her shirt. She...

        The Special amor Story
              Part 4



   Weeks had passed por since Molly and Deema talked. It has been so long that they didn't seem to know eachother. The mês of June ended with a big bang and slowly enetered into the hot July. 

   The wedding was in a mês and Molly was as hectic as ever. She had so much to plan in so little time. She had to finish the invitations, decide on the brides maid dresses, choose the cake, and decide on her own dress. There were many things she had to plan, and what made it mais upsetting was that Deema wasn't even there. 

   Without...

           That Special amor Story
                  Part 9


   Later that day, the baby was still kicking Molly. Throughout the afternoon, the little girl would mover and shake. The rosa, -de-rosa haired girl thought it was very cute, but also alarming. The first few movements were soft, but know they've turned rough. Everytime Molly would try to do something, the baby girl would keep on kicking. 

   "What is up with you?" Molly asked as she stared down at her tummy.

  The baby replied with a sharp kick that made her mother jump. The rosa, -de-rosa haired girl tried rubbing her belly to make...

        The Special amor Story
                 Part 3


    Molly woke the seguinte morning to the chaffing of her own cheeks. Dried tear marks were plastered on her face and making white lines from her eyes to her chin. The girl seemed too depressed to get up, but she had to talk to someone. 

   The rosa, -de-rosa haired bride-to -be changed her party clothes from the night before and brushed her frizzy hair. Now it lay limp on her back as she put
on a blue hoodie, skinny jeans, and a pair of black uggs. (A/N yes, shes human) She stared at herself in the mirror and sighed. 

Was this girl...