Violets Are Chapter 2
Taylor opened her eyes. She saw pink. There was no pink in their bedroom. She blinked. Still pink. Mind slowly coming online, she noticed there was an outline to the pink, two long straight lines. Also, it wasn't so much pink as maybe flesh... Ah, it was an arm. A child's arm. Reaching up, she gently lifted John Carter's arm from her face and saw Rachel's six year old snuggled against her under the quilt. He was sleeping soundly, face at peace. With a smile, Taylor gave his forehead...