No, it smells sweet and soft. Feels like silk. Your eyes squint as something comes on—the baby softly chews on your fabricated skin and smiles up at you impishly, but you say nothing—can't say anything, because you have no idea who this baby is. And the woman knows this, because at this moment, she cries harder than she ever has in her life. Two shot.
Rated: K+ - English - Spiritual/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,632 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 4/1/2013 - Lucy S., Emily N., Stinch, Artemis B.