Literature
FrancexReader ~ Butterfly Room
You smiled at your sleeping daughter's beautiful face. She looked just like her father, Francis. She had his skin complexion, his face shape, his adorable nose, and his perfect sapphire blue eye color. And his soft honey blonde hair, well, at least she used to...
You remembered the exact day you found out that you were pregnant with her. You were throwing up like crazy that morning; Francis asked you if you were okay, and you had simply said that you'd be fine. After awhile of sitting against the tub you realized that your period was 3 weeks late.
Fear was the first thing that sank into your mind at the thought. France and you had never tri