 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
No matter the type of news, especially bad news that involved either herself or Keighley, Olivia would always prefer to hear it from the girlfriend rather than anyone else. It might soften the blow. MIGHT, was the key word there. Feeling the poke in her side, Liv moved her gaze from the television to Keigh. She squirmed with laughter at the same time because… that tickled! She prodded the other woman back just once in the tummy. “Nope, it’s not. It’s all in the genes.” Liv grinned. “I’m quite happy you’re a shortie.”
It might be just her but the movie seemed to be going along at quite a fast pace. Then again, it was just about an hour and a half in length. Perhaps after she and Keigh were done here, Liv would finally get around to folding and putting away that load of laundry that had been done. Even with magic, the chore was a bothersome one. |