Status Updates From The Fairkind

Before I can even speak, Mike kneels on one knee before me, another gesture I’m not familiar with. He reaches into his pocket and presents me with a small box. He opens it toward me, and I gasp. A skillfully cut diamond twinkles against the black velvet that cushions it. He clears his throat. “Jane—of the Fairkind—will you marry me?”

juro que no puedo 😭

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Mike comes over

that's enough

Mike has his back to me as he takes Carla into his muscular arms. She leans into him, joining him under the brim of his black Stetson hat. He clasps her waist tightly and their mouths crash against each other in a sudden fit of passion. NO!!

todos iguales

It’s so beautiful.”
“So are you,” he says, gently nudging me with his shoulder.

no bueno