Jacklyn and the Twisted Beanstalk

by Callie Thomas

Oh, my little pumpkins.

You have me—you always will.”

He brushed his fingers across my cheek, his eyes softening. “Are you sure?”

There is only you for me.

“Wake up, Firefly,” Gill whispered in my ear.

I wake up each morning thinking I couldn’t possibly love you more than I do—but it’s true.