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βTroubleβs never far behind me β guess it runs in the family.β
β³ OC | Daughter of @OfTacticalSoul
β³ Rebellious β¦ Outgoing β¦ Spunky
β³ Chi-town born & raised
β³ AU / Multi-verse friendly
#OneChicagoRP#OC#Halstead
Something hopeful.
Brooklyn placed her hand on her stomach again, just for a second longer this time.
βYeah,β she said quietly, almost like a promise.
βIβve got you.β
And even through the nausea, she meant it.
The morning light barely filtered through the curtains, soft and unforgiving all at once. Brooklyn Halstead lay curled on her side, one hand pressed lightly against her stomach, the other gripping the sheets as another wave of nausea rolled through her.
For now.
Eventually, she pushed herself up, rinsing her mouth and catching her reflection in the mirror. She looked pale, a little wornβbut there was something else there too. Something softer.