April Fool's
Every morning, when Eden wakes up, she automatically glances at the cuff on her wrist, which, more often than not, is the only thing she sleeps in, these days. April 1st. Another month, and she'll have been here for a year. Another month, and she'll have been sharing a bed with Babe for six. They end up at the homestead less and less. There's barely anything she misses from home. Bill Nelson, miserable fucking bastard that he is, loved April fool's day. He always had more sense than to pull any of his shit on Eden, but she'd watched it happen for enough years.
Sometime during the night, Nelson's gotten up on the bed and curled up between them. Eden hoists him out of the way, dropping him onto the mattress beside her and rolls closer to Babe, arm around him, one hand pressed against his chest as she brushes a kiss behind his ear.
"You up?"
Sometime during the night, Nelson's gotten up on the bed and curled up between them. Eden hoists him out of the way, dropping him onto the mattress beside her and rolls closer to Babe, arm around him, one hand pressed against his chest as she brushes a kiss behind his ear.
"You up?"