Status: one shot || complete
Pressing Flowers.
"Come out to the garden, Hayley. The roses are blooming."
Oliver put his arm around his wife after the substantial amount of time it took her to waddle out to the front yard.
"They're beautiful," she breathed, carefully leaning down to finger the frail petals and inhale the musky scent. "A few more days and they'll be ready to pick."
Oliver put his arm around his wife after the substantial amount of time it took her to waddle out to the front yard.
"They're beautiful," she breathed, carefully leaning down to finger the frail petals and inhale the musky scent. "A few more days and they'll be ready to pick."