I was in the basement doing laundry, wearing my sweats with holes in them and a baggy t-shirt. I shook my disheveled hair out of my face and looked up the stairs to see Malachi standing at the top in the basement doorway.
"Hello, princess!" he called down cheerfully.
And for a brief moment I remembered: yes, I am a princess.
2 comments:
Can he marry me????
You may need to wait a few years, but that's fine by me! Of course, that would make you my daughter-in-law, which is just weird. Or is this just a ploy to make Christopher jealous? ;o)
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