Nursery

‘What colour?’ Marilynn repeated. ‘What do you mean?’ Jason responded. ‘The colour of the nursery?' She patted her showing belly. 'The same nursery for our son.’ ‘Oh, the nursery, right.’ Jason's attention warmed back to the conversation. ‘Sorry, I was somewhere else.’ Marilynn felt the tempered venom secrete but sucked…

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