a-son

Wrath held her even closer, right to his beating chest. _. . . a son?_ __es. A son._ All of a sudden, he felt the biggest, widest, happiest grin hit his face, the g*dd*mn thing stretching his cheeks until they hurt, making his eyes water from the strain, pulling at his temples until they burned. And the joy wasn__ just on his puss. A flush so great it burned him alive flooded through his body, cleansing him in places he didn__ know were dirty, washing out cobwebs that had crept into his corners, making him feel alive in a way he hadn__ been in a very, very long time. Before he knew what he was doing, he burst to his feet with Beth in his arms, leaned back, and hollered at the top of his lungs, with more pride than his six-foot-nine frame could hold. __ soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon! I__ having a soooooooooooooooooooooooon!_-Wrath & Beth