Looking, though the closet, George could not find his dress, he walked over to his bed and finally found it, a beautiful, purple lace dress, George may not like, wearing dresses, but he did like the many styles he chose. Once, George had put the dress on, he walked over to the mirror, George had noticed, something different about himself, his skin had become so much more smoother, a light blush on his cheeks, George had to admit, when he found out that he was pregnant, he thought he was going to lose his looks, but he hasn't and this, gives George another reason to enjoy being pregnant.George does love pregnant, it has brought him a joy, he simply can't describe, though no one seem to be there for him, George didn't feel alone, he had his baby and now, that he could feel his baby move, that is now, what he is living for. He knows that the baby, must feel and sense, how he is feeling, and George wants to be happy, so that the baby can be happy. But there is this sense of longing for the baby's father, that George feels, that he is sure, the baby feels too, sometimes, George would put on, some of Ringo's songs or play his interviews, just so the baby can actually hear, what he sounds like.George had started working on a nursery too, he has brought a crib, a rocking chair, George sat down on his rocking chair, eyes close, as he play his guitar, his bump made it awkward to play any instrument at times but George managed. He enjoyed, singing to the baby, and how he could feel the baby, response to his voice."Here, comes the sun, doo, doo, doo, here, comes the sun and I say, it's all right"Later, on that day, George did, some gardening, watering the yellow, roses that matched his dress, the baby moved, and George stopped, what he was doing, placing a hand on his bump and smiling. "I love you, too darling... it's only going to get better for us" George, spoke, before continuing to spend the rest of the day, gardening and daydreaming.
Looking, though the closet, George could not find his dress, he walked over to his bed and finally found it, a beautiful, purple lace dress, George may not like, wearing dresses, but he did like the many styles he chose. Once, George had put the dress on, he walked over to the mirror, George had noticed, something different about himself, his skin had become so much more smoother, a light blush on his cheeks, George had to admit, when he found out that he was pregnant, he thought he was going to lose his looks, but he hasn't and this, gives George another reason to enjoy being pregnant.<br><br>George does love pregnant, it has brought him a joy, he simply can't describe, though no one seem to be there for him, George didn't feel alone, he had his baby and now, that he could feel his baby move, that is now, what he is living for. He knows that the baby, must feel and sense, how he is feeling, and George wants to be happy, so that the baby can be happy. But there is this sense of longing for the baby's father, that George feels, that he is sure, the baby feels too, sometimes, George would put on, some of Ringo's songs or play his interviews, just so the baby can actually hear, what he sounds like.<br><br>喬治已經開始上幼兒園也一樣,他帶來了一個嬰兒床,搖椅工作,喬治坐在他的搖椅上,眼睛閉上,因為他玩他的吉他,他的隆起使得它笨拙,有時任何樂器,但喬治·管理。他喜歡唱歌給寶寶,以及他如何能感覺到寶寶,回應他的聲音。<br><br>“在這裡,太陽出來了,鬥,鬥,鬥,在這裡,太陽出來了,我說,沒關係” <br><br>後來,在那一天,喬治做了,一些園藝,澆水黃色,玫瑰匹配他的衣服,寶寶移動和喬治停了下來,他在做什麼,將手放在他的隆起,面帶微笑。“我愛你,親愛的太...它一定會得到更好的為我們的”喬治,說話,繼續花一天的休息,園藝和白日夢了。
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