She always had to pee. Always might've been an overstatement, but in her mind it felt like a constant thing. The baby would shift, a foot pressed into her organs the right way and suddenly she had to pee again. Maybe it was her gallbladder or her bladder itself, but she had resigned herself to the front room by this point. The smaller bathroom was ( Read more... )

Humming to herself, Elle moves her hand along the counter. The smooth marble feels cold beneath her palm, before she plants her hand there, reaching up toward the top cabinets. If she was a bit younger, she might climb up onto the counter, instead she just presses up onto her tiptoes, trying to use a fork to pull the box of tea down ( Read more... )

Pacing didn't help, in all honesty it wasn't as if she thought it would. Wringing her hands hadn't been proving useful either, in fact all it was doing was making her joints ache a bit. The master bathroom wasn't small by any means, but she couldn't help feeling boxed in as she paced. Closed doors weren't exactly her friend, and the slight medicine ( Read more... )

The past few weeks hadn't been anything really monumental, unless you counted people from back home crashing a dinner party and claiming Adam was literally their last hope. If she hadn't watched the Star Wars trilogy over the past year, she wouldn't have even been able to make a slight connection from her husband to Obi Wan Kenobi, and the thought ( Read more... )

Most of the time, Elle ignored her cell phone. The tiny beep of noise, or the vibration of it against her wallet in her purse was easy enough to just leave be. A week and a half of contemplating asking the cell service to switch her number just so she could avoid the messages alerting her of things that she didn't want to know. Adam and her had ( Read more... )

Standing there in front of the painting Elle tilted her head to the side. Blonde hair swept down from her shoulder to hang in the air a bit, away from her, but still seemingly perfect without a strand out of place. His hand was warm at her back, the clutch from earlier tucked beneath the crook of her arm as she tried to understand the painting. ( Read more... )

Her hands smoothed along the sides of it, pressing palms to the fabric as it clung to hips and thighs. Taking in a breath she rests her hand to her neckline, feeling the cool press of sterling silver against her skin. A slight chill runs across her bare shoulders, the lack of straps and sleeves more than apparent as she cuts a path across the ( Read more... )

Waking up beside him was something she hoped to never take for granted. Through the night things varied, but when she woke up he was the first thing she saw and curling in closer to him gave her a feeling of being complete. Before waking up could've been with a startle or some sort of feeling of confusion, displacement even. Countless hours lost to ( Read more... )

Thirteen and she's pacing outside her father's office once more. The door is closed, but she doesn't even really notice that anymore. Grey flats make a soft scuffle of noise when she turns around and she's just waiting for something to do. Stopping, her foot lifts up off the ground, ankle nearing her knee as she tugs at the sock that keeps slipping ( Read more... )

There was really no way of knowing what was going on back home, and she wasn't even sure she wanted to know either. Out on the balcony her toes pressed against the rough surface of the stone wall. With a slight press of her foot the chair she was seated on rocked back a bit before it eased back to all four legs and she left the cool air outside to ( Read more... )