I want to die:

The little girl in the black dress excitedly runs towards you, your heart filled with a little worry that her little legs couldn't keep up and she would up falling. Thankfully she reaches you without incident.
She beams at you with a smile only a child was capable off, a few gaps in her teeth. She's hiding something behind her.
She had a mop of luscious black hair, and a wreath of flowers on her head. Two adorable butterfly earrings adorned her pierced ears.
She reminded you of someone.
"What do you have there?" You ask, crouching down so you're eye-level with the tiny bundle of joy.
She gives you a smug look, she really reminds you of someone.
"Gweuss." She had a cute speech impediment, it would go away once her teeth were set in.
You take a look around, you're in a sunflower field. Whatever could it be?
"I give up." You raise your hands in faux defeat, she playfully sticks out her tongue at you.
It's Sunfowers dummy." She takes out the bundle of sunflowers, they're young.
You bend your head a little, smelling the fragrance. Sunflowers don't smell like anything, what you're smelling is the soap that the little girl uses.
"They're pretty, just like you." You place your hand atop of her head, stroking it.
Her smile widens even more, pleased with your praise. She walks towards by your side, doing something.
She's placed the stem of the flowers behind your right ear.
"Now you can be pwetty too dad." She wraps her little arms around your neck, she's so soft.
You smile, you can feel something in the tear ducts.
"Come on Krinny, mom's waiting." You grab her under the armpits, raising her up and propping her legs carefully on your shoulders.

You plant your hands around her hip, while she grabs the sides of your temple.

You walk down the hill, into a clearing filled with greenery.
A woman in a white sundress waves at you, she's standing over a picnic blanket and two baskets worth of lunch.
"Mommy!" Your daughter excitedly flails her hands in greeting, you quickly strengthen your grip on her hip before she fell off. Your wife had her hands on her mouth before she sighs in relief at your quick save.
"Krinny, you should be more careful." Kronii says in a chastising tone.
The little girl frowns a bit as you pick her back up and disembark her.
"Don't be too harsh on her." You play the part of understanding father, kissing your beloved on the cheek.
You crouch down, staring at her engorged belly, kissing it too.
Krinny comes forward, rubbing her mother's abdomen, excited at the prospect of being an older sister.
You start preparing lunch, this scenery was breathtaking.
Kronii is next to you, enjoying the pasta salad. Your daughter on your lap eating a simple PBJ sandwich, you'd occasionally wipe off any mess on her mouth with baby wipes.
This was something still surreal to you, no matter how many times you experienced it.
A family of your own.
It felt nice.

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Pub: 05 Sep 2021 00:45 UTC
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