07-09-2012, 05:33 AM
Evan blinked as a huge guy walked in. His waffle had just arrived, and he did plan on eating it bit his gaze did faulted from the guy. Once he snapped out his head jerked back to his meal. Drool seeped out of his mouth but a sudden fear swept through him, leaving him feeling ill. He sighed an just stared at the slowly cooling waffle, his thoughts jumbled. What if eating the waffle would hurt the baby? Taking on his dads business had been stressful an this... The baby had been stressful and the attack to... What was he going to do?
In every language theres a word for love.
So love.
Grá - Irish/Gaelic/Celtic