Maeve
The tears that stain the shoulder of her dress are of little consequence. There was little that Harper could do to dissuade her in this moment. Even as he slumps against her, words choked and full of pain so familiar that Maeve feels her own heart breaking again. Except Phoebe wasn’t like Locke. It wasn’t the same. No where near the same. ”I don’t know, Harper. There has to be a reason. I know Phoebe. She wanted nothing more than to have a child with someone who loved her.” It she left, there had to have been a reason. She feels it in her gut. Nothing else made sense.
”It’s okay not to know,” Maeve reassures him readily, turning slightly to press another kiss against his forehead, leaning lightly against him. ”You don’t have to be everything. I won’t let you do this alone. You didn’t abandon me and I won’t abandon you.” Jude has already grown quiet in her lap, starting to doze off under her attentions, eyelids drooping with each second that passes.
Only when he snuffles quietly, finally asleep, does Maeve draw him into her arms again. She still has Edmund’s old bassinet in here, not having the mind to move it out of the space and into storage. Standing, the Nightshade places him in the bassinet, setting it to rock gently before she returns to the kettle. It’s no trouble to make him a cup of tea, pressing it into his hands as she joins him once more, ”Come stay with me, Harp. Take over my spare bedroom. Edmund is in his own space now and we can set the nursery back up for Jude. You don’t have to be alone.”
”It’s okay not to know,” Maeve reassures him readily, turning slightly to press another kiss against his forehead, leaning lightly against him. ”You don’t have to be everything. I won’t let you do this alone. You didn’t abandon me and I won’t abandon you.” Jude has already grown quiet in her lap, starting to doze off under her attentions, eyelids drooping with each second that passes.
Only when he snuffles quietly, finally asleep, does Maeve draw him into her arms again. She still has Edmund’s old bassinet in here, not having the mind to move it out of the space and into storage. Standing, the Nightshade places him in the bassinet, setting it to rock gently before she returns to the kettle. It’s no trouble to make him a cup of tea, pressing it into his hands as she joins him once more, ”Come stay with me, Harp. Take over my spare bedroom. Edmund is in his own space now and we can set the nursery back up for Jude. You don’t have to be alone.”
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
