Gabrielle wasn't fully satisfied with the answer Colton had given her. First of all, why was Kalina even here? Second, so did Colton already know that she was pregnant again or was he unsure? Gabrielle desperately wished that that stupid b*tch didn't have to go and ruin her wedding like this...
Gabrielle Snow was in the midst of getting ready to become Mrs. Gabrielle Kovac. Never did she think that she would one day be married, especially to someone as wonderful as Colton was. Especially since they didn't have the perfect relationship. Like every couple they had their own complications...
</COLOR> <COLOR color="#000">Gabrielle was happy that Colton admitted to being ready. That was the last step they needed to take before tying the knot. Well that and actually planning the wedding, but that was the last step mentally. A girl was always ready for her wedding day. In most cases...
</COLOR> <COLOR color="#000">Colton had asked Gabrielle how her day at work was, and Gabrielle smiled softly at him. She loved how he did that. It probably seemed simple and small to most woman, but it nice to see him take an interest in how her day had done. "It wasn't too bad. There was a...
</COLOR> <COLOR color="#000">Gabrielle Snow pushed back a few strands of her light blonde hair as she emerged into the home that she shared with Colton and her son. She was home a little bit earlier than usual today. There was some weird issue on one of the floors at St. Mungos and everyone...
Gabrielle was tempted to laugh. Colton probably didn't realize how adorable he was at times. Especially in Gabrielle's eyes. "You ignore it silly. He'll get the hint." He likely didn't have experience in these sort of things so it was easy to see why he was confused and unsure of what to do...
Gabrielle had to fight now to laugh at Coltons reaction over Greyson. Especially since she knew that Greyson was picky about the men he went after. Sometimes she thought he was more of a solitary man than he was with anything. Even when they were kids he always wanted to be alone. Perhaps it...
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