DRAKE
"
Drake, you have to dance with me! You have to dance with me! DRAKE! You
have to dance with me! You have to!"
As hard as she could without feeling too much of a strain,
Carys tugged on her husband's hand, trying to pull him out of his chair and to his feet. It was the last party of the season, the last one they'd have to go to before they could use the excuse of '
Sorry, we have a newborn we don't know what to do with we have to stay in!' And! And she'd been pretty much cooped up since the playoffs had ended, and she liked this
band and she looked
pretty and...yes.
Carys huffed, standing up straight and putting her fists to her hips even though she was quite sure she looked anything but intimidating. She wasn't even wearing heels because her feet were too swollen to allow anything but ballet slippers of sorts. While she was mentally in a better place with this whole pregnancy thing, her body was still taking a beating. So she felt
good enough to dance, which was rare, so her husband should give in!
Drake had really been slacking in the whole 'doting and doing whatever my pregnant wife
wishes' department. Though she wasn't even allowed to joke about that because he
had gone the millionth extra mile for Valentine's day.
"Drake Parkin," she said simply, eyebrows going high. "Up!"
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