Jack sits there besides her, watching as she looks over his jumbled half awake words, and the sketches which start small, but are then redrawn, bigger on the page. And as he said, there were butterflies on practically every single page.
“I think I dream about them,” he said after a moment, “because I’ve wanted to become better for so long.”
“Fly as free as a butterfly? Fleeting wings against the sky in the soft light of day?” she asked, really touched by how beautiful it all was, even if it was messy, even with all the markings and half awake words, this was beautiful and it caused her heart to beat faster.
He smiled faintly and shrugged his shoulders. “I guess… oh, here… here…”
Jack reached and turned a few pages, moving towards the back. He stops on a page and settles back. It has sketches of Katelynn, nothing sensual, nor sexual, just her sitting there. Some have her smiling. Others have her partly shadowed.
One has her with a swollen stomach. Jack reaches and gently taps that one. “That’s… back from when we thought you were pregnant.” he says quietly.
Jack Maple 