wherever life plants you
It breaks her heart to see him so unlike his usual, joyful self. His smile makes her own falter ever so slightly, and his noncommital response only makes it worse. Her baby was hurting, but there was nothing she could do about it. "I know it isn't home. But this is only temporary." she said softly, bending at the waist to kiss his head.
That he wasn't hungry was also worrisome. He was a growing boy. They were always hungry. She stepped away from the stove and grabbed a chair, pulling it over so he could stand on it. "I'm making stew. It was your father's favorite thing that I would make." Phoebe said with a small smile. She couldn't bring his father to him, but she could do this.
That he wasn't hungry was also worrisome. He was a growing boy. They were always hungry. She stepped away from the stove and grabbed a chair, pulling it over so he could stand on it. "I'm making stew. It was your father's favorite thing that I would make." Phoebe said with a small smile. She couldn't bring his father to him, but she could do this.
Phoebe
bloom with grace
