Chapter 43

Thunder cracked and lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the room where Regan lay, her hands pressed protectively across her belly. At seven and a half months pregnant, she was having trouble sleeping in any other position, though her current position was uncomfortable, too. Earlier that day, she’d felt increased pressure in her lower back, and, now, trying to sleep on that back was keeping her awake. The baby wasn’t helping matters along, either, she thought wryly. Her little angel had been kicking up a storm all day, and, even as she wondered when relief would come, the baby shoved a foot into her side.

She slid off the bed and decided walking was better than nothing to ease the discomfort. Until she realized that gravity caused the baby to slide on top of her bladder and had her rushing to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, she checked on Jordan. He was sleeping peacefully under his blankets as the cold November thunderstorm raged on the other side of the windows. When had he gotten old enough that he didn’t wake up and run screaming to her during a storm? She missed that, she realized. Her baby was growing up and no longer in need of being held as often as he had used to do.

“Well.” She patted her belly. “You’ll more than make up for that fact, Junior.” And she was glad. She liked having someone depending on her to take care of them. Much, she thought, the way AJ thrived when she let him help her in daily activities and chores.

Regan had to admit that she missed him when he was away as he was now. He’d driven up to New York City for a meeting with the label reps in order to select the tracks that would make the final cut on the next Backstreet Boys’ album. He’d been excited to go, thrilled that there would soon be a new album gracing shelves in stores around the world. If there was one thing Regan had learned about the man she loved, it was that music was one of the most important parts of his life. She’d seen the joy it gave him to hear his own music, and she was proud of him.

Which she’d never told him, she realized, as she wandered, restless, into the den. It was unfair of her, she thought, to hold out on him when she knew he’d be ecstatic if she told him exactly how much she admired him. He’d rebuilt himself from what he’d become years ago and was dead set on being a good father. If she was perfectly honest with herself, she’d admit that part of the reason she was eager to give birth was to see how AJ would be with their child.

Regan flicked on the television and settled onto the cushy sofa, which was the only one in the house in which she felt absolutely comfortable. It took the pressure off her back and relieved the tension headache the backaches often caused. As lightning dazzled the sky outside, she hoped she could unwind enough to fall asleep, but, as she flipped through channels, she was disappointed to find nothing even remotely interesting was on. So she settled for channel surfing and watching the hundreds of commercials touting the best grocery stores to buy a Thanksgiving turkey for the holiday approaching in less than a week.

When the picture flashed on the screen, she almost flipped past it without noticing it. Fortunately, her attention was caught just as her finger hit the Channel Up button, and she quickly changed the channel back. Her breath backing up in her throat, she stared at the screen and tried to understand the anchor. Her mouth opened, and the scream was silent.

Fifteen minutes later, her car squealed into the driveway, past the gathered reporters, and Jordan sleepily complained, “Mom? Why are you driving so fast? Be careful. I’m trying to sleep.”

Regan didn’t hear him as all she could concentrate on was the flashing lights and men that milled around the house. Hefting herself out of the car, she rushed towards the house, terrified of what she’d find.

“Ma’am? I’m sorry, but you can’t go up there. This is private property,” a police officer tried to block her way, and she tried to push past him.

“Please.” Her gaze swept the area looking for him. “Please, I need to go. I need to see him.”

“As I said, this is private property, so”

“Regan?” The officer’s words were interrupted by AJ stepping out from around one of the police cruisers.

The sob escaped her as she launched herself at him. “Alex! You’re okay, you’re okay.” Her hands skimmed over him as she reassured herself that he was unharmed. “Oh, god. You’re safe, you’re not hurt. You’re not hurt, right?” She leaned back and cupped his face with her hands.

He smiled at her concern even as his arms tightened around her. “I’m okay. I wasn’t hurt.” He looked over his shoulder at the officers entering and exiting his home. “Apparently, I scared off the burglars.” He frowned. “What are you doing here? Where’s Jordan? Why aren’t you at home, resting?”

Regan shook her head, having latched onto one thing. “You’re safe. When I saw the broadcast…Jesus. I thought—I thought something horrible had happened to you.”

AJ pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m okay.” His arm slipped around her waist as the cold wind whipped rain in their eyes. “Let’s get you inside where it’s warm and dry. You can sit in a chair and tell me what the broadcast said and what you’re doing here.”

He led her into the house, neither one noticing that it was the first time she’d ever entered his home. Regan didn’t notice anything, period; all she could concentrate on was AJ and the fact that he was safe. He spoke to one of the officers then guided her into a cozy room full of couches and gently pushed her into one. He disappeared for a few moments and came back with a towel and a blanket. He draped the blanket around her, then, kneeling next to her, he rubbed the towel over her hair and smiled.

“Well, there’s color in your cheeks again,” he murmured. “So, tell me. What did they say on TV?”

She sighed, her fingers tightening on his. “They said that there had been an armed robbery of Backstreet Boy AJ McLean’s home.” She shuddered. “Apparently, you drove through your gates and found your front door unlocked. And when…When you stepped inside, there was a crash in the back, and you saw someone run across the lawn. That shots were fired into the front of your home.”

“Well.” He sat back on his heels. “All of that is pretty much true. So you came to see if I was okay?” Despite the gravity of the situation, his ego couldn’t help but take a boost when he realized she’d been afraid for him.

She swiped at the tears clinging to her lashes. “Of course, I was worried about you. I haven’t felt fear like that in…ever. I was terrified something had happened to you when they said ‘armed burglary.’”

“Nah.” He waved it off, wanting to put her at ease. “It wasn’t that big a deal.”

“Mr. McLean?” A detective stood at the door. “Did you figure out what you’re missing?”

AJ straightened. “Yeah. It’s not too much, and it’s nothing irreplaceable. They only got the first floor; the second floor’s untouched.” He tapped his chin. “The Phillips plasma TV I had, a Sony stereo system, and…Oh, my god. I forgot. Holy shit, I forgot to check. If they’ve taken anything from that room, they’ll wish they’d never been born,” he muttered, brushing past the officer and leaving Regan to waddle after him.

He ran down the hall to a door set off to the side that was ajar. Pushing it open, he flicked on the lights and let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you, God. Hallelujah.”

“AJ?” Regan walked in and stopped. It became obvious to her why AJ had flipped out. The walls of this room were covered in everything from music awards, RIAA certifications, to articles and pictures of AJ and the Boys with fans. It was valuable to him, and she watched as he slumped into a chair. “Nothing was taken, right?”

He shook his head. “No. Not from this room. Like I said,” he looked up as the detective walked into the room. “Everything else is replaceable, but this room is the most valuable. Can I write up a list and send it to you in the morning?” He massaged his temples, his head suddenly aching viciously. “I’d really like to have my house back, and I’m hoping you’ve gotten all the evidence you need.”

The detective, a man in his late-forties, nodded. “Of course. I’ve got someone doing one, final sweep of the premises, but we’ve pretty much done all we can here. One of my men fixed your door for you, too. His daughter’s a fan of yours, and, apparently, she would have been pretty angry if her dad hadn’t helped keep her favorite singer safe.” He grinned. “The loyalty you inspire is admirable. We’ll be out of your way in a few minutes.”

“Thanks.” AJ sank back in the chair and squeezed his eyes shut but popped them open again immediately. “Hey! You should be sitting.” He leapt up and helped Regan down the hall and into the sitting room again. “You need to start staying put more often, you know. It’s not good for you to be on your feet all the time.”

She forced herself not to roll her eyes. “I know, but thanks for reminding me again.” She knew he was stressed about what had just happened to his home, and she was determined to make things easier on him.

He kissed her cheek absently before heading back into the hall to see if the police had cleared out. When he came back, AJ dropped onto the couch next to her. “Jesus, I’m exhausted. This was not what I was looking forward to getting home to, you know.”

Regan held his hand. “I know. I’m sorry it happened.”

“I’m not because now I know to fix my security system,” he replied, studying their intertwined fingers. “Thanks for coming out, even though you didn’t need to.”

“Nonsense. Of course, I had to come! How could I not?”

He shrugged. “It’s after midnight, so I assumed you’d be asleep. Wait a minute.” He held up a hand. “Where’s Jordan?”

Her hand flew to her mouth as she remembered. “Oh god, I must be the worst mother in the world! He’s in the car,” she managed to say before AJ had hurried out of the room.

She rushed out after him and watched as he pulled on his coat. “Stay inside,” he ordered before dashing out into the stormy weather.

Regan tried to watch from the door, but there was painful pressure in her back, and she was forced to sit in a chair in the foyer. When AJ carried Jordan in, her son was covered in a blanket to protect him from the cold and rain.

“Thanks for bringing him in, but I think we’ll be going back home,” she began but was cut off by a look from AJ.

“You’re staying here. I don’t want you driving home this late. Don’t argue with me,” he added, carrying Jordan up the stairs as she followed.

It wasn’t the words that stopped her, it was his tone. He was dead tired, and she could hear the fatigue reflected in his voice. “I-um. Thank you for letting us stay then,” she said.

“No problem.” He pushed open a door in the middle of the hall, and, when she entered the room, her jaw dropped. AJ pulled off Jordan’s shoes and tucked him into the large bed then turned to catch her stupefied look. “Like the room?” he asked with a slight smile.

“I…wow. This is like a dream come true for Jordan,” she murmured, seeing the TV and Playstation 2 in one corner, a PC on the desk, and posters of athletes pasted across the walls. A football and baseball were piled into a corner along with a pair of worn sneakers. The desk was piled with Jordan’s favorite series of books and little tchochkes. “Where did it all come from?”

AJ shrugged. “Jordan’s been collecting and leaving stuff here for the last couple months. I told him he could have this room as his very own, and he took advantage of it. He likes it, I like it. It’s all good.”

“I see that.” She smiled. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to thank you for everything, Alex.”

One brow arched. “Did I ask for your gratitude?”

“No, but-“

“No buts. Why don’t I show you your room? It’s been a long night, and you need to rest.” He gestured towards the door. “Shall we?”

Sighing, she nodded. “Sure.”

When he’d led her into a lovely bedroom next to Jordan’s, he gave her a weary smile. “I’m going to grab some aspirin and hit the sack. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to knock. My door’s the last one at the end of the hallway.”

“Alex, thank you again.” She smiled. “I hope the headache goes away.”

“Me, too. Good night.”

“Good night.”

When he was gone, Regan sat on the bed and sighed. She’d finally made it into his house, and it took someone breaking into it to force her here. Nothing had changed, though, had it? She didn’t know why she’d been so afraid to take the steps, but here she was. And she liked it. It was all so tastefully done, considering AJ’s taste in life. Though her back ached and the baby kicked viciously, her curiosity was winning. She wanted to see the rest of it, and she was wide awake.

Sliding off the bed, she pressed a hand to her back as pain shot through it and made her way to the door. The hallway was dark, and she couldn’t hear any sounds from the rest of the house, so she crept out and down the stairs again.

She definitely liked the foyer, she decided. The stairs curved down into the high-ceilinged entryway. The giant window set above the door was picturesque, and she could see the lightning slashing through the sky. Moving through the foyer, she admired the living room with its elegant sofas and the painting of a misty beach.

The sitting room she’d been seated in was next to a room taken up by a giant grand piano and two electric guitars leaned against the far wall. Here, there were a few pictures of the Boys—ones she recognized as snapshots from the “Just Want You to Know” music video. She’d studied up on her Backstreet knowledge and had decided the video was a very unique part of Backstreet history. And AJ in a leopard print suit was, well…

The kitchen made Regan happy beyond measure. The miles of gorgeous granite countertops and beautiful cherry cabinets made her drool, while the subzero freezer, enormous refrigerator, and the shiny stove had her heart sighing with envy. She’d always enjoyed cooking, but AJ’s kitchen was making her want to whip something up immediately. Thinking that she would just rummage through his kitchen if she didn’t control herself, she left the room and entered another one.

The den was full of comfortable leather couches and a big-screen TV with a surround sound stereo system. A set of double doors opened onto a large deck, and she leaned her head against the cool glass, watching the thunderstorm rage.

How was it possible that he’d known what she’d never really realized? Regan had always been sure of what she wanted, but she’d been mistaken in thinking that the home she’d made for herself and Jordan had been enough. How had he found their home so easily? How could AJ have known what her dream home was? That she’d wanted a home with comfort, color, and, most of all, love. This home was steeped in all three. It was perfect.

“What do you think?”

Regan whirled around. “Alex! You scared me! I thought you were sleeping.”

He stepped into the room, and she noticed he was still wearing jeans and the sweater he’d been in half an hour earlier. “I came down for water and needed to check to make sure everything was locked. So,” he came to stand next to her, “did you like the house?”

“Yeah. Yes, I did.” She leaned her head against his shoulder. “It’s beautiful, it’s perfect.”

He smiled. “I told you to trust me, didn’t I?”

“You did.” She sighed. “You definitely did.”

AJ slid an arm around her shoulders. “I really do want to thank you for coming over when you heard the news. I don’t think I could have handled it well if someone I knew wasn’t here. So thank you.”

She looked up into his face. “You’re welcome. I couldn’t stop myself from rushing over,” she admitted. “I don’t think I’ve been that scared in quite some time.”

“Really?” He found he liked that. “You could have just called. You didn’t have to come over.”

Regan frowned. “And why not? An armed burglary going bad because you showed up, and I shouldn’t worry, shouldn’t see how you were? How could I not?”

“Why would you, though?” He’d gone over it repeatedly in his head and couldn’t figure it out. For a woman who seemed to care about him on a friendly basis, her rush to see him, the frantic look on her face when she’d arrived, was baffling.

She stepped away from him, offended. “What am I, crazy? Of course I’d worry about you! I love you, and worrying comes with the territory! Damn it, am I not allowed to care?”

AJ blinked. “Can you repeat that for me?”

“What? Didn’t you hear it the first time? I care about you!” She frowned at the look on his face.

He shook his head. “No, I mean what you said before about you worrying about me. Say it again.”

Regan was confused. What had she said? She’d said she wasn’t crazy for worrying about him because…Oh. She knew what she’d said, and she realized that it was the first time in her life that she’d said them to a man she wasn’t related to. Giant butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she tried to summon up the courage to lay her heart on the line.

If I never take this leap of faith

I’ll never know

So I’m learning to fall

With no safety net

To cushion the blow

She swallowed. Her eyes met his serious gaze and held it. “I love you, Alex.”

Before she could blink his arms were around her. “Say it again,” he whispered, his voice fierce with emotion.

“I love you,” she repeated and found it wasn’t so difficult. “I’m in love with you.” Her lips met his in a kiss as exhilarating as the feelings bubbling through her.

He raced kisses over her face. “I didn’t think I’d ever hear you say that. I’ve been in love with you from the beginning, and I wished for this day since then. When did you know?”

“Know?” She closed her eyes as her heart tilted from the sheer ecstasy she felt. “I’ve been in love with you since April.”

AJ paused. “Seriously?”

Regan opened her eyes to look into his. “Really. I guess I was just afraid to say it out loud, but I do love you.”

He grinned. “Man, if I had known you were in love with me, I would have said yes to marrying you.”

“What?”

AJ laced his fingers with hers. “When you asked me to marry you, you never said anything about loving me. I thought you wanted to marry me for the sake of the kids.”

“I—oh. I’m sorry,” she whispered, realizing that months of thinking he didn’t love her enough to marry her could have been prevented by three little words. “If I had known…”

“It doesn’t matter,” he told her and held her close. “I love you, Regan, and I’m not letting you go. Not for the next forever, anyway.”

She didn’t think she’d ever been so happy and had opened her mouth to tell him when the pain in her back tripled and had her hunching over. “Oh, god!”

“What? What is it? What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” AJ lifted her into his arms and laid her on the couch. “Regan, tell me what’s wrong.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as the pain railed through her. “I don’t know. I don’t know.” She tried to take deep breaths but managed painful gasps instead. “It feels like contractions, but, Alex, I’m only seven and a half months along.” The baby was kicking gleefully at her ribs. “Something’s wrong.”

Before he could move to pick her up again and rush her to the hospital, his eyes caught the color that slowly seeped into her clothing. The deep red stained her pristine white lounge pants and had his heart thudding painfully in his chest.

“I’m calling for an ambulance.”

***

Fifteen minutes later, Regan lay on a gurney as she was wheeled through the emergency room to an exam room. The pain hadn’t subsided and had continued to multiply until she wasn’t sure if she’d survive the sheer intensity of it. She clutched AJ’s hand in hers and squeezed as the pain rolled through her. When she managed to open her eyes, his face was pale, and his eyes watched her worriedly. She wanted to tell him it was going to be fine, everything was going to be okay, but she wasn’t even sure. All she could do was whisper, “I love you,” before her eyes shut again.

In the exam room, two nurses and a doctor examined her. The doctor studied the ultrasound and turned back to them. “Miss Daniels, you’re in premature labor. I’m not sure why, but your baby has decided it wants to make it out into the world tonight. We’ll get you into a gown and up to maternity right away.”

“What about the pain and bleeding?” AJ asked.

The doctor scribbled on a chart. “I’m not quite sure, but I have a feeling this is placenta abrupta. The fetus is in distress and is certainly developed enough to live outside the womb. We’ll have to work fast to help ease Miss Daniels through the delivery. The only thing I can recommend for the pain is an epidural. Miss Daniels?”

“Please.” Her voice was weak as she struggled to breathe through the pain. “Hurry.”

In less than five minutes, AJ and Regan were in a birthing room, and she was hooked up to multiple machines that kept track of both Regan’s and the fetus’ vitals. The baby’s heartbeat was slightly elevated, but the obstetrician wasn’t too worried. She explained that if the heartbeat were slower, then she’d suggest the C-section. For now, the baby was positioned headfirst, and Regan was dilated to seven centimeters.

AJ was given cool, wet cloths to wipe her forehead with. As he did so, he tried to remember everything he’d learned in Lamaze classes. He’d loved those classes, but now, when he actually needed the knowledge he’d acquired in them, he couldn’t recall anything.

“I want to push!” Regan whimpered as the contraction hit her again.

He felt her squeeze his hand until he was sure it would pop off. “Regan, come on. Breathe with me through this. One…two…three…”

She tried and felt the pain slowly, agonizingly subside. “Thanks.” She chewed nervously on the ice chip he popped into her mouth. “It wasn’t supposed to come so soon. Why is it coming now? We’ve still got two months left!”

AJ stroked her hair. “It’s okay. We’re going to get through this, babe. Deep breaths,” he added as her fingers squeezed his again.

When the contraction subsided again, Regan rubbed at her weary eyes. “Alex, where’s Jordan? Where’d we leave him?”

He gave her another ice chip. “He’s sleeping in the nurses’ lounge down the hall. Do you want someone to check on him?”

“N-no. Can you do it? Can you tell him that I’m sorry I keep wrecking his night?” She was afraid she’d start bawling soon.

AJ kissed her lightly. “Can you breathe without me here?” She nodded. “Okay, then. I’ll be back.” He rose. “I love you, and don’t forget to breathe. No pushing.”

“Okay.” She waited until he was at the door. “Alex. I love you, too.” His grin flashed before he disappeared out the door.

AJ found Jordan watching early morning cartoons with sleepy eyes. “Hey there.” He sat next to Jordan. “What’re you watching?”

“Dexter’s Laboratory,” Jordan replied, rubbing his eyes. “Is Mom okay? What’s wrong with the baby?”

AJ put his arm around Jordan’s shoulders and pulled him close. “The baby’s decided it’s coming early. Are you ready to be a big brother?”

“Really? Yeah, of course, I’m ready! Are we going to take care of the baby in the nursery at your house?” Jordan grinned excitedly at the idea of a new sibling.

AJ sighed. “I don’t know where the baby’s going to stay, but I’m glad you’re excited. Your mom wants me to tell you that she’s sorry that she kept interrupting your sleep.”

Jordan shrugged. “I’m getting a baby brother or sister! Who needs sleep?” He frowned. “Why can’t you just marry Mom, and we can take care of the baby together at your house? I mean, after we move in and all.”

“You…you want me and your mom to get married?”

“Yeah! We’re already a family, right? I mean, you and Mom love me and the baby like parents do, and I love you and Mom because you’re my parents, and I know the baby will, too. So, if you get married, it would be, like, official.” Jordan bounced in his seat.

AJ’s heart was doing somersaults. “Will you…will you call me Dad or AJ?”

“Can I call you Dad?” Jordan wondered, quieting. He wasn’t sure what AJ’s answer was going to be. He really did want a dad, and AJ was practically his dad in every way that counted. He crossed his fingers and toes.

“Yes. Absolutely!” AJ hugged Jordan to him. “I love your Mom, kid. If she says yes to marrying me, then you can call me Dad.”

“Awesome!” Jordan hugged him back. “I can’t wait!”

AJ grinned. “Me neither. Listen, I gotta get back to your mom, but I’ll come get you when the baby comes. Sound good?”

“Yeah! Hurry!”

***

“A boy.” AJ stared, dumbfounded by the fact that he was holding a life he’d helped create. The baby opened his mouth in a perfect O and yawned. AJ didn’t think he’d ever seen anything more amazing than the tiny baby he held in his arms.

“We’re going to have to do some tests,” the obstetrician told him. “But I think he is fully developed and probably will not have to be placed in an incubator.” She smiled as AJ could do nothing more than stare at the baby in his arms. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” Regan murmured. She, too, was watching AJ and, despite the fatigue she was floating on, couldn’t help but feel elated that, after nine long hours, she and AJ had a son. A perfect baby. She would have so much to be grateful for on Thanksgiving.

“We should name him,” AJ announced, turning to Regan. “Quick. Did you think of any names?”

She shook her head. “I want his middle name to be James for you and my dad. That’s all I’d planned.”

“Cool, but he needs a first name.” AJ stared hard at the precious bundle. “I don’t think he looks like a Christopher or Joshua. Not really a Darren, either.”

“Why not Alexander, after you?” Regan suggested, but he shook his head.

“No way. Let’s do something different. Not as different as Apple,” he said quickly. “How about…Ezekiel! Yes, he could definitely be an Ezekiel!”

“Ezekiel? Alex, where on earth did that come from?”

He grinned wildly. “Think about it! Ezekiel is great because we’ll just call him Zeke, but he has a song about his name, too. Remember ‘Ezekiel connected them bones’? He’d know everything about the skeletal system because of the song. He’ll be a doctor!”

She was sure he was getting far too ahead of himself and a little crazy with it, but she had to admit Zeke was a fun name. Ezekiel was certainly…different. Her mother would like it, as would her father. So…

“I like Zeke, so we’ll go with Ezekiel,” Regan decided and held out her arms. “Can I hold him before the nurse comes to take him away?”

AJ nodded, though reluctant to part from his son. “Let’s take you to Mom, Zeke. There you go,” he whispered as he passed the baby into Regan’s arms. “Isn’t he perfect?”

Regan studied Zeke’s downy dark hair and remembered that it would be some time before they were certain of his true eye color. His tiny fingers curled around her finger, and his face was peaceful as he slept.

“Mom! Is that him? Is that the baby?” Jordan rushed into the room, followed by a nurse. He skidded to a halt next to the bed, eyes widening at the bundle in his mother’s arms. “This is so cool! Does he have a name?” he whispered.

AJ placed a hand on Jordan’s shoulder. “Ezekiel James…”

“McLean,” Regan finished. “Zeke for short. What do you think?”

“Cool.” Jordan stroked a finger gently over his brother’s fist before looking up at AJ. “Did you ask her?”

“Not yet.”

Regan looked between the two of them. “Ask me what?”

AJ grinned. “Well, Jordan and I had a little talk a while ago about certain things he wants.” He ruffled Jordan’s hair.

“What?” She was confused.

AJ shook his head. “I wanted to ask you in a better setting, but,” he glanced between Jordan, Regan, and baby Zeke, “I think this is the best place to do this.” He looped an arm around Jordan. “Regan, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she answered, frown lines furrowing her forehead.

He grinned. “I think we’ve got ourselves a little family here, right?” She nodded. “I don’t think I could ever ask for anything more than the woman I love and our children all in one place. So I’m going to ask you. Regan, will you marry me?”

“Say yes, Mom!”

Regan smiled at her son then looked up at AJ. “What do you think?”

When his lips crushed down on hers, she didn’t think she’d ever been happier. “When are you going to marry me?” she asked when she could breathe again.

AJ closed his hand around hers, his other resting on Jordan’s shoulder as Zeke slept on. His life was perfect, he thought with a brilliant smile. “Is tomorrow too soon?”

Soul to soul

Fire to fire

Nothing’s like this heart’s desire

Love is a beautiful thing

One to one

You and me

You know it’s our destiny

‘Cause love is a beautiful thing

Stay together through thick and thin

Now I know I’ve got a friend

Love is a beautiful thing

Lyrics from “I Bruise Easily” Natasha Bedingfield; “Love is a Beautiful Thing” Krystal Harris

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