Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 22:06:57 GMT -5
Amelia pushed and pulled the stroller back and forth as she sat on the edge of the fountain and read the paper. Yvette seemed happy as a lark, and tired too. Amelia finished a paragraph and pulled the stroller a little closer so she could peek in. The sight brought a smile to her face. Innocent, sweet little Yvette. She was glad she was no longer carrying her – aka that she was born – not just because it had been trying, but she had heard that the mother’s emotions affected the baby too, and at least now she could simply let them out when Yvette was sleeping. Which she kind of needed to do right now, but work beckoned.
There was so much going on lately. One month she was happily engaged, then everything fell apart. She still wasn’t sure what happened. She went an entire month without hearing anything from Gabe. She tried finding him, but between work and the baby, there weren’t a whole lot of opportunities. So she tried Iris Messaging him. Nothing. Finally, in one of her emotional fits, she asked Felicity to come watch Yvette during her nap just a moment so she could write a detailed note and return the ring to his barrack bed. It had been awful. She still lived in fear of seeing him again. She still did love him, but… she needed him. Someone. Who was there. His long absence hurt, his silence more. Even now she wished to see him at the same time that she feared just that.
Work, she scolded herself. She returned her attention to the paper and examined what was going on in the hopes of finding something she could write about for the fashion article. Her job was suffering with her emotional state.
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