sweet nothing

Before she even had a chance to reply, the front door swung open, an excited squeal sounding from the porch. Cordelia barely had a chance to shift the pie to Noah before she was enveloped in the arms of her sisters, laughing as they spun, barely keeping her feet under her. "Delia!" Jane, the youngest and arguably most excited, squeezed her tighter and she wrapped her arms around both of them in turn. They released her and turned their sights on Noah then, Emma reaching forward and grabbing his arm as she bounced on her toes, "The picture didn't do him justice, Delia! Oh my God.. Mom is going to lose it." She giggled, already starting to tug him towards the front steps. "Hey! Hey, hands off, Emma." The eldest daughter gave her sister a little push, prying her fingers off of her boyfriend's bicep and instead replacing them with her own. "Where's dad?" Cordelia asked, already glancing back and forth, waiting for her father to appear from thin air. "He's in the barn finishing up. Momma is in the kitchen." Jane chirped, skipping along beside them, looking up at Noah with bright eyes. She was a mini copy of Cordelia. Except for the eyes. She had their mother's eyes. Strikingly blue and framed by thick lashes, curls bouncing and boots crunching loudly across the gravel as she went. "Small blessings then." The eldest breathed and Emma gave her a knowing look, long legs carrying her up the steps before she pulled open the door for the group of them. There was soft music playing, filling the bright interior of the house and Delia took a moment, breathing in deeply the smell of home. The knots in her stomach slowly beginning to unravel, "Come on... Let's go see momma." She said softly, giving her sisters a look before both of them scampered off before she looked back up to Noah, giving his arm a squeeze. the shrike

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me