Looking down at the little boy holding her hand
Jessie sighed. Andy, her best friend's son had his
mother's dark curly hair and the same deep blue eyes as
his father. Jessie had contemplated many times what her
children with Steven would be like during the thirteen
months they had been engaged. She imagined a little
boy with his reddish brown hair and wicked green
eyes. Sometimes it was a little girl with her fair skin
and her cinnamon freckles. Unfortunately her dream
was taken away one dark rainy night two years ago.
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