Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2017 0:42:30 GMT -5
Marie packed up her messenger bag and turned out the light to the therapy room she had claimed as her own. Another grueling day of sessions. Three in a day. Hour long each. Training in the morning, now this. She yawned hugely. She was hungry. Then again, eating for two meant hunger hit harder, sooner. She grabbed the apple from the decorative bowl to tide herself over. Honestly, the bowl was meant to look nice, but it also served as her emergency supply. She pulled the bag over her head to rest on the opposite shoulder. With a crunchy bite of the apple, she exited the building and locked it after her. She looked to the darkening sky. She probably had thirty to forty-five minutes to sundown. Her feet were killing her. She was nursing a young headache. She yawned again and shrugged her shoulders big to get some blood moving.
The air was alive. Still chilled just a bit, but that seemed to be just right for the inhabitants of the camp. She idly watched some obviously Venus girl walk past with a lucky devil on her arm, his jacket around her shoulders. A little further she passed an elderly couple on a bench prepped to watch the sunset together. Everywhere people were bustling about celebrating love. Well, except the angry couple she’d just finished a session with. Gods, she hoped they could find peace. Of all days for a fight. It warred on her heart, their hateful words still echoing in her mind. She needed tea. Or warm milk. Something to wash away the unpleasantness in a rush of soothing warmth. Oh, or hot chocolate stirred with a candy cane. Last December she’d bought the stores clean of candy canes just for this reason. She still had seven boxes left. Should last to next season if she was careful. But today was Valentine’s Day. Surely that called for a candy cane.
She shifted her mind to… well, the growing mind inside her. Her free hand rested on her belly, which was showing no sign yet outward, but she could feel it. Mother’s instincts. She smiled. “Don’t worry, little one. I’ll share my candy canes with you once you’re older.” Because, of course, to her the baby could already hear her. Just because she couldn’t hold it didn’t mean it wasn’t alive and well. And worrying about the future availability of candy canes. Child after her own heart. Consider her own heart was currently sustaining the little one. She took another bite of the apple with the reason that their baby had to eat all the healthy food before enjoying the sweets. So, since she was the present food supplier, she’d do the same. It was odd, how she viewed this relationship. But it made her happy, so the rest of the world could shove it if they didn’t like her talking to her stomach.
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Notes: Officially the weirdest post I’ve ever written…