Baby Love

FOWC with Fandango — Baby

He called her after dinner and told her they had to have a serious talk.

What he wanted to discuss affected them both and he was afraid that if they couldn’t come to some sort of compromise, they might have to split up.

She was devasted.

His happiness was her happiness and she worked very hard to make him happy- what did she miss how could she have gone so wrong?

They decided to meet at the park near the swings after work.

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The look she saw on his face when she walked up to him at the benches by the swing sets chilled her to the bone- one half of his face was painted in bright pink fury, the other in deep blue betrayal. His lips were roughed red with disapproval and anger.

” What is it? ” she asked.

He was stern.

” If you wear makeup, I won’t kiss you anymore. I hate the way it tastes.”

She sat down next to him and tried to take his hand, but he pulled it away and scooted away from her.

” It’s my face. ” she said.

She looked into his eyes and he turned his head away. “This affects the both of us.” he said in a deep voice that rattled in his thin bony chest.

” But it’s my face. “

” It’s my face too. ” he said.

She wasn’t sure she heard him right and when she realized she had she knew she had a choice to make.

She hung her head and nodded.

He took her hand and pulled her gently closer to him.

” It’s my face too.” he sighed happily.

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