Silas died twice during surgery. He died and came back to life twice He'd died and came back to me, just to prove I wasn't cursed. I argue that it was him defying death that broken my wicked spell. Silas was willing to cross the grim reaper just to show me I was worth the return.

“Hey, hex.” “Hi, baby.” “You doing okay?” “Better now.”

Coraline is dark honey. Sweet, irresistible, but with an edge like no other.

“Coraline,” “Yes, Silas?” “I had to learn how not to live for the trauma and loss. I’m living in spite of it. Don’t let him win.”

“You want me?” He tilts his head, shadows splaying across the contours of his handsome face. “You’ll crawl.”

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I love this man. I love him and that scares me. I love him and it’s the only reason I know I have to leave him.

Coraline has given me everything I never thought I would have. A family of my own and love without conditions. I'm in awe of her constantly, her strength and dedication to those in her life. And now she's carrying my child, our babies very first home. What a lucky kid.

“Coraline.” “Silas.” I release a breath. “I need—” I need help. I need help. I need it, but I don’t know how to ask. How to rely on someone. “Whatever you need, it’s already yours.”

“You here with me, Hex?” She knows what I’m asking. Knows I want to make sure she didn’t slip back to a time before me. A time she wasn’t safe. Coraline blinks up at me, a soft smile pulling at the edges of her lips as she nods. “Always here with you.”

We lost, so we knew what to give the other. Curse and curse breaker. I'd live in a world of grey and she is my favorite color.

“Where is Christmas at this year?” “My place,” Nora mumbles, “Mom’s been obsessing over decorations for days now. It’s getting concerning. She made Dad move the tree at least four times.” Hawthorne family taking christmas very seriously 🎄❤️

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If I die from cardiac arrest, the cause of death is either the way he’s looking at me or the way he says wife. Maybe a combination of both.

He has always seen me as just Coraline, and that’s always been enough for him.

There she is. My ruined little thing. Soft and sweet just for me. Believing herself to be so unworthy of love and affection.

But god, she’s so fucking beautiful.  So fucking good for me.

“Come on,” I urge her, pressing her thighs deep into mattress to keep her spread and pliable for me. “You’ve been so good for me all night. You can do it.” ”