Online Fiction by Connla Stokes

The Lover's Nest

While listening to the sound of the recently-nested birds twittering on the balcony, the girlfriend lay in her bed – her hands behind her pretty head – and pictured the child she and her boyfriend would make together, soon. Ten little fingers. Ten little toes. The gurgle of pleasure when she tickled its nose, which, she was sure, would be like hers, for her boyfriend’s nose – large and hooked – would look rather out of place on a child.

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