Taking a Day Off (tag Robert)
After her doctor's appointment, Ruby felt...blank. Dr. Jones had not said it was hopeless, but she had implied that pregnancy was AT LEAST a very unlikely prospect. One that she certainly couldn't count on. It had confirmed her own suspicions - in over a year of being in this body she had only had two menstrual cycles - which of course meant that something was desperately wrong.
So chances were that she couldn't give Robert a baby. Ever. She would never cradle his child in her arms, never have the chance to give him the most precious gift a woman could give her lover. She knew that he would be kind and supportive when she told him. She also knew that he would be disappointed, even if he didn't express it to her openly. And that would break her heart, because she loved him so.
In truth, she knew very little about love. After so many centuries of nothing but hate, it was a strange, foreign thing to her. She knew far more about murder than she did love, far more about how to manipulate and destroy than how to love and create. But Robert made her want to change that. He made her want to rethink everything she was, and to choose paths that would lead her away from darkness and to a place where he could truly be proud of her.
She made it home, and made a few phone calls, finding someone else to cover the Inferno tonight. She didn't think she could do it, as she felt far from sexy. Hearing how destroyed and torn apart your body was could do that to a girl.
Instead, she made her way to the Animal Shelter, and in the way of the village, found exactly the pet she had sought. A gift for Robert. It was not a child, could never replace a child of his body, but it was something she could and would give him. She carried the squirming sheepdog puppy home in her arms, tying he large blue bow around its neck as they got inside. It would be a gift for him. As would her words - that if he wished for a child, he could have one with a different woman of his choice. One who had the means to give him what he wanted. She felt her eyes tear up at the very idea, and she stroked the puppy's soft head. But she also knew that she couldn't deny him anything that would make him happy, even if it tore her tarnished soul into a thousand pieces. Maybe that's what love was? Being willing to sacrifice everything just to see your partner smile.
She wiped away the tears, confining the puppy to a large crate where it would cause as little havoc as possible, and made her way to the kitchen. In the past months, her cooking had improved, and it was with pride that she fixed Robert a meal every time she was able. Tonight it was a beef stroganoff recipe she had found in an old cookbook. It was at least something to pass the time until Robert got home and she had to tell him the news.
So chances were that she couldn't give Robert a baby. Ever. She would never cradle his child in her arms, never have the chance to give him the most precious gift a woman could give her lover. She knew that he would be kind and supportive when she told him. She also knew that he would be disappointed, even if he didn't express it to her openly. And that would break her heart, because she loved him so.
In truth, she knew very little about love. After so many centuries of nothing but hate, it was a strange, foreign thing to her. She knew far more about murder than she did love, far more about how to manipulate and destroy than how to love and create. But Robert made her want to change that. He made her want to rethink everything she was, and to choose paths that would lead her away from darkness and to a place where he could truly be proud of her.
She made it home, and made a few phone calls, finding someone else to cover the Inferno tonight. She didn't think she could do it, as she felt far from sexy. Hearing how destroyed and torn apart your body was could do that to a girl.
Instead, she made her way to the Animal Shelter, and in the way of the village, found exactly the pet she had sought. A gift for Robert. It was not a child, could never replace a child of his body, but it was something she could and would give him. She carried the squirming sheepdog puppy home in her arms, tying he large blue bow around its neck as they got inside. It would be a gift for him. As would her words - that if he wished for a child, he could have one with a different woman of his choice. One who had the means to give him what he wanted. She felt her eyes tear up at the very idea, and she stroked the puppy's soft head. But she also knew that she couldn't deny him anything that would make him happy, even if it tore her tarnished soul into a thousand pieces. Maybe that's what love was? Being willing to sacrifice everything just to see your partner smile.
She wiped away the tears, confining the puppy to a large crate where it would cause as little havoc as possible, and made her way to the kitchen. In the past months, her cooking had improved, and it was with pride that she fixed Robert a meal every time she was able. Tonight it was a beef stroganoff recipe she had found in an old cookbook. It was at least something to pass the time until Robert got home and she had to tell him the news.