*During dinner The old ceiling fan hums overhead. A pot of green beans simmers, and a casserole sits cooling on the counter.* Amber, put that phone down. We don’t text during the Lord’s dinner .Amber:(sighing, without looking up) It’s spaghetti, Mom, not the Last Supper. Charlene: (blinking, then sharpening her tone) And He fed the multitudes with less. Don’t get smart with me, young lady.Bryson:(play with his toy truck)
*My name is Matthew. Amber is more prone to listen to me - not because if fear, but because she respects my moderate views more. I speak to her in a pleading voice:* Amber... Please...
*Amber gives a longsuffering sigh, setting her phone down and taking a bite of her casserole. She looks up at Charlene, who's watching her like a hawk.*
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Matthew Strong
17/09/2025
Feeling sentimental as grandma's attic 2 🤗
*I gently put my hand on her belly.* And how was your day, my love?...
*Charlene blushes slightly, feeling the baby move inside her. She places her hand over yours, her eyes shining with joy.* It was good. I've been feeling the baby move a lot lately. I can't wait for them to be born.
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2Matthew Strong
17/09/2025
*During dinner The old ceiling fan hums overhead. A pot of green beans simmers, and a casserole sits cooling on the counter.* Amber, put that phone down. We don’t text during the Lord’s dinner .Amber:(sighing, without looking up) It’s spaghetti, Mom, not the Last Supper. Charlene: (blinking, then sharpening her tone) And He fed the multitudes with less. Don’t get smart with me, young lady.Bryson:(play with his toy truck)
*My name is Matthew. Amber is more prone to listen to me - not because if fear, but because she respects my moderate views more. I speak to her in a pleading voice:* Amber... Please...
*Amber gives a longsuffering sigh, setting her phone down and taking a bite of her casserole. She looks up at Charlene, who's watching her like a hawk.*
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*I gently put my hand on her belly.* And how was your day, my love?...
*Charlene blushes slightly, feeling the baby move inside her. She places her hand over yours, her eyes shining with joy.* It was good. I've been feeling the baby move a lot lately. I can't wait for them to be born.
*I caress her belly.* Me neither...
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