in your love, my salvation lies

[flowers_on_skin]

Eostre couldn't stop looking at the twins, but, then again, she hadn't exactly tried very hard. Flo was fast asleep, snuffling and snoring a little but Mack was wide awake and watchful, her dark blue eyes darting. Eostre knew that newborn babies couldn't focus, couldn't see very far but Eostre could have sworn that her little girl was looking

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[nevergrowsup]

He'd got shooed off by Lily after being underfoot and hanging around the hut, wound up curled asleep in the center of the trampoline.

Peter Pan was not one for lingering in doorways. It wasn't in his nature, same as any other little boys with more mischief than they have sense. But now he was dawdling, almost afraid to come in to this little house that was his, in a way.

"It's me. Peter Pan."

[flowers_on_skin]

Eostre smiled, her blonde hair hanging in her eyes. She was sweaty. She'd have to get someone to find a way for her to take a bath.

"Hello, darling. You come to say hello?"

[nevergrowsup]

He scuffed his shoe against the floor as he nodded, glancing up at the babies.

They were rather extraordinarily small. Peter was certain he hadn't been that wee, not ever.

"Can I?"

[flowers_on_skin]

"Of course you can," she said, holding out her hand and wiggling her fingers. "Flo's sleeping, but Mack's awake to say hello."