07-31-2008, 06:47 PM
And she jumped, the male moved quickly bracing him-self for her falling body. The male was slightly mad that she was drinking when she wanted the boys back in her life. Though he knew he couldn't say any thing, he was guilty of drinking him-self. Though she was the mother, and she wanted them, and he had them, and he had the pack on his side, and it was his pack against her pack...wasn't much of a battle there. Her hair twisted and wrapped be hide her, as she feel the male was swearing under his breath.
The male planted his heels, and bent his knees as he was ready for her, so singing got to her, yes she was drunk but he knew there was times when she was drunk she was a little pistol.
You're still a part of everything I do
You're on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo
I'll always have you (I'll always have you)
Feeling her fall into his arms he grunted as he took the sudden impact slowly slipping her onto her feet.
The male planted his heels, and bent his knees as he was ready for her, so singing got to her, yes she was drunk but he knew there was times when she was drunk she was a little pistol.
You're still a part of everything I do
You're on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo
I'll always have you (I'll always have you)
Feeling her fall into his arms he grunted as he took the sudden impact slowly slipping her onto her feet.