Just after Liam left for work, I rolled out of bed, staggered down the treacherous winding stairs of the old Weaver’s Cottage and wandered into the kitchen to make my morning cuppa. I flicked on the kettle and opened the fridge to retrieve the milk, only to find this little note taped to the carton:
Brought a little tear to my cynical eye.
OMG mine too Jack! How completely gorgeous…he’s a keeper!
I made him sign a contract (in blood) 😉
That’s so sweet. Happy Valentine’s Day
Thank you
Ah!
ta for the ah!
Very sweet!
I’ve trained him well 😉
Nice sentiment Jack,the world needs a lot more people being genuinely in love.
Certainly does.
. . you could put that to music!
…a requiem
Awwwww.
🙂
That is just so sweet. <3
Does he have a brother? 😉
Yes and happily married, I’m afraid 😉