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Conclave

Book by Penelope Douglas · 5 quotes · Damon Torrance, Winter Ashby, Inspirational Quotes

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“What does he look like?” Winter whispered up at me, her voice raspy. I smoothed my hand over both their heads. “Like next year he’ll be running around in the fountains with us,” I told her. “He’s perfect, baby. Black hair, a little pissed off…” She snorted, and I thought about what he’d look like in a year when he was walking and running and laughing and playing. I wanted the noise. I wanted it all over the house. I wanted it filling our lives from here on out.”

“Why is she crying?” I barked at the doctor. “Because it fucking hurts!” she yelped, answering for him. “Well, give her something!” “It’s too late for that now,” he mumbled through his mask and then peered over Winter’s legs. “Plus, you wanted natural childbirth, right?” “What the fuck for?” I burst out, looking down at her like she had three heads. “We didn’t talk about that.”

“He’s perfect, you know?” I scaled my hands down her back. “You did an amazing job. I just hope he has more you than me in him.” She nodded, agreeing, and I gave her a swat on the ass. She laughed. “So what are we naming him, then?” she asked. “We didn’t decide?” “Not that I remember.” I closed my eyes, shaking my head. God, I had no idea. Nothing old, please. And nothing biblical. Oh, and nothing unisex. Like Peyton, Leighton, or Drayton.”