Post by Mercy Rhodes on Oct 29, 2009 22:04:41 GMT -5
It was a beautiful winter day in January. Mercy had been out most of the day with her son, Jacob, shopping in town and running different errends. It was getting to be a bit later on in the day and snow was drifting very lightly from the sky, only just begining to lay on the ground.
Mercy was six months pregnant by then. Even when she was pregnant, Mercy still received those looks from guys, constantly drooling over her. She was wearing a pair of light jeans, tucked into a pair of dark brown snow boots. Beneath her copper colored, fake leather jacket, she wore a dark, navy blue maternity blouse that clung to her nicely, stretching over her belly. Her dark brown hair was down, the perfect, silky smooth curls falling down her back and spilling out over her shoulders. She had on a dark brown, knit snow hat and a pair of dark brown gloves to keep her hands warm as she used them to push the stroller.
Her son Jacob was sitting in his stroller, swinging his feet a little, occupied with just looking around as he hugged his teddy bear. He was the spitting image of his father, especially with his reddish brown hair, tousled in different directions, but in a cute way. He was wearing jeans, baby chucks and Mercy had managed to stuff him into a black and blue winter coat, a black snow hat on his head and gloves on his hands which he kept pulling off and trying to toss away.
Mercy was just coming out of one store. Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was gettin pretty late and she wanted to get Jake home so she could get him ready for bed. Not to mention, she was six months pregnant and exhausted. With a sigh, she began pushing the stroller toward the parking garage where she had parked a few hourse before.
Mercy was six months pregnant by then. Even when she was pregnant, Mercy still received those looks from guys, constantly drooling over her. She was wearing a pair of light jeans, tucked into a pair of dark brown snow boots. Beneath her copper colored, fake leather jacket, she wore a dark, navy blue maternity blouse that clung to her nicely, stretching over her belly. Her dark brown hair was down, the perfect, silky smooth curls falling down her back and spilling out over her shoulders. She had on a dark brown, knit snow hat and a pair of dark brown gloves to keep her hands warm as she used them to push the stroller.
Her son Jacob was sitting in his stroller, swinging his feet a little, occupied with just looking around as he hugged his teddy bear. He was the spitting image of his father, especially with his reddish brown hair, tousled in different directions, but in a cute way. He was wearing jeans, baby chucks and Mercy had managed to stuff him into a black and blue winter coat, a black snow hat on his head and gloves on his hands which he kept pulling off and trying to toss away.
Mercy was just coming out of one store. Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was gettin pretty late and she wanted to get Jake home so she could get him ready for bed. Not to mention, she was six months pregnant and exhausted. With a sigh, she began pushing the stroller toward the parking garage where she had parked a few hourse before.
