Grease OST - 18. Freddy my love
When Ryan came home that day he had that look on his face Claudia had learned to associate with bad news and the tenseness in his shoulders told her he’d be gone for a long time again. She slipped in his arms wordlessly, breathing in his familiar scent, desperately trying to strangle the terrified voices in her head.
“You’ll have to write every day,” she said with a soft laugh, slipping into their usual routine of pretending he was just going on a holiday.
Ryan smiled and kneeled down to her growing belly.
“Take care of your mummy, mate, alright?”
“You’ll have to write every day,” she said with a soft laugh, slipping into their usual routine of pretending he was just going on a holiday.
Ryan smiled and kneeled down to her growing belly.
“Take care of your mummy, mate, alright?”