The first time I 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 you, I wept. It was pure and unconditional love, the kind you only read about in fairy tales but never truly feel until you have children of your own. I didn’t want to let go, Emma. And now, I 𝓝𝓔𝓥𝓔𝓡 will. You’ll 𝓐𝓛𝓦𝓐𝓨𝓢 be my little girl.

I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Who exactly are 𝒀𝑶𝑼 calling a slut?

Ruin more of your sheets.

And another, so dear old Regina doesn’t forget what 𝓽rue 𝓵ove looks like.

You know, it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to get her a new one. We could always have a picture of us set as her lock screen and some ‘taco night’ reminders set.

And here I thought it was because I’m charming.

Enjoy.