In Our True Words - Young
You wouldn't believe it. Most people would just ignore it, others would be nasty when it has nothing to do with them what so ever. I guess deep down that's what pisses me off the most, the thought of people writing or twitting about my Sparky and saying how she's a slut, an addtention seeker.
No she isn't.
She's the most kind and passionate person I've ever met in my life; meeting her wasn't a mistake, it was fate.
But the type of fans we have are supportive and obviously trying to look put for people like that, the haters, the bullshits, the liars. They are doing all this to keep Sparky safe.
I roll over out of my thoughts to see her next to me. Her eyes shut, her lips peach, her cheeks like roses. Perfect: was all I could think of. This young girl next to me right now is soon to be the mother of my child, she might be younger then me and the boys but in our eyes we are all equal.
I look down to the swollen bump on her stomach, her breathing patterns change the shape of her belly until a little flick of her belly rises.
I smile and look back at her sleeply face, I then place a hand on her belly and felt the same kick against the palm. I leaned down to kiss the spot and I said talking to the little one.
"Whatever people think about you when your older don't let that bring you down, they are just jealous that we have you. Me and mummy will always love you. Even the rest of your daddy's, we will protect you, I promise I'll look after you"
Then i realise it's not gravity thats holding me to the earth, its her.