Original: Desire (Emily) PG
Title: Desire
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Emily and her mother (mention of Tony)
Rating: PG
Summary: Emily and her mother have a heart-to-heart.
Warning: follows Brothers & Sisters *Written for Round Three of love_bingo. Prompt: desire Original titles are wholly unoriginal.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is bizarra's. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from a minivan at Downtown Disney, and bizarra's entry for the Make Your Own Fandom challenge at womenverse, with thanks.
Emily managed to make it through dinner, acting like nothing had happened earlier. It was easier when her nieces and nephews insisted - not knowing what had happened - that she sit with them, at their table.
Her sisters-in-law knew that she had heard them, and every time one of them tried to talk to her about it, one of their husbands blocked the way. This was brought on, of course, by their father, who had already warned the women that they had said enough. He wasn't entirely sure what to say to her, and finally had to look to his wife for some support. Emily's mother nodded to him and let him know that he was doing enough.
She'd talk to their daughter after dinner.
Emily decided to turn in about the same time as the kids went down, mostly because she had a whopping headache. When her mother knocked on the door, she was fighting with a master-level maze in a puzzle book she'd picked up at the airport. "It's just me," Emily heard her mother say before the door opened slightly. "You need an extra blanket?" her mother asked, waving the old, pink throw hanging on her arm.
"I'm fine," Emily nodded, giving her mother a smile. Her mother opened the door just a bit more and slipped inside the room, then pushed the door shut. Emily knew that her mother wanted to talk, and that she wasn't going to be able to get out of it, so she stuck the pen into the book and set it aside.
Her mother sat down next to Emily and reached up to finger a loose strand of her hair. "Missed quite a show, earlier," she said in a low tone. Emily rolled her eyes slightly and her mother smirked. "Dad had some choice words." Emily didn't know about the warning he'd given her brother's wives, but she had noticed the looks he had given them a few times during dinner.
Emily looked away for a moment and then down. "Yeah, well.. they weren't exactly wrong."
"Em," her mother sighed. She didn't like seeing that look on her daughter's face, let alone to hear that tone of resignation.
"No, Mom," Emily replied, looking up as she shook her head. "I did ruin my marriage." She nodded and glanced down again. "I just spent too much time thinking about kids." She had to sniff a moment later, as the emotions that had been welling up since hearing their words finally managed to reach the surface.
"I pushed him away." She tried to be quick about reaching up to wipe at her eyes, but it really didn't matter. Emily knew her mother wasn't stupid, as evidenced by her mother leaning forward and wrapping arms around her. She pulled Emily closer and held tight as the blonde finally gave herself a chance to cry.
After a few minutes, Emily pulled back and cleared her throat. Wiping at her eyes and cheeks again, she took a deep breath and hoped that everything had worked its way out, because she really didn't like getting emotional. "Call him," her mother said, pushing Emily's hair off her shoulders.
Emily stiffened and looked at her mother. "What? No."
"Emmy," she continued, giving her a mom-look. "If he was angry with you, Em, he wouldn't be working with you." She smiled and nodded, knowing full well that a simple piece of paper couldn't keep the two of them apart forever. "He loves you. And I know you still love him." Emily shook her head, but before she could speak, her mother shook her own head. "It is not too late, Emily."
"I wish I could make what happened that night just a bad dream," her mother said, hugging Emily again. "Yes, you can't have your own children, Em. I wish it wasn't true, but it is." Pulling back, she half-nodded and half-shrugged, then held Emily's face, giving her a raised eyebrow and nod. "But you are not broken. You two have more than enough love to give a child who needs it. And you know your father and I would do everything we could to help you two adopt, if that's what you wanted."
Emily closed her eyes and tilted her head down just enough. "Please, baby," her mother pleaded, "don't let one drunk asshole keep you from living."
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Emily and her mother (mention of Tony)
Rating: PG
Summary: Emily and her mother have a heart-to-heart.
Warning: follows Brothers & Sisters *Written for Round Three of love_bingo. Prompt: desire Original titles are wholly unoriginal.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is bizarra's. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from a minivan at Downtown Disney, and bizarra's entry for the Make Your Own Fandom challenge at womenverse, with thanks.
Emily managed to make it through dinner, acting like nothing had happened earlier. It was easier when her nieces and nephews insisted - not knowing what had happened - that she sit with them, at their table.
Her sisters-in-law knew that she had heard them, and every time one of them tried to talk to her about it, one of their husbands blocked the way. This was brought on, of course, by their father, who had already warned the women that they had said enough. He wasn't entirely sure what to say to her, and finally had to look to his wife for some support. Emily's mother nodded to him and let him know that he was doing enough.
She'd talk to their daughter after dinner.
Emily decided to turn in about the same time as the kids went down, mostly because she had a whopping headache. When her mother knocked on the door, she was fighting with a master-level maze in a puzzle book she'd picked up at the airport. "It's just me," Emily heard her mother say before the door opened slightly. "You need an extra blanket?" her mother asked, waving the old, pink throw hanging on her arm.
"I'm fine," Emily nodded, giving her mother a smile. Her mother opened the door just a bit more and slipped inside the room, then pushed the door shut. Emily knew that her mother wanted to talk, and that she wasn't going to be able to get out of it, so she stuck the pen into the book and set it aside.
Her mother sat down next to Emily and reached up to finger a loose strand of her hair. "Missed quite a show, earlier," she said in a low tone. Emily rolled her eyes slightly and her mother smirked. "Dad had some choice words." Emily didn't know about the warning he'd given her brother's wives, but she had noticed the looks he had given them a few times during dinner.
Emily looked away for a moment and then down. "Yeah, well.. they weren't exactly wrong."
"Em," her mother sighed. She didn't like seeing that look on her daughter's face, let alone to hear that tone of resignation.
"No, Mom," Emily replied, looking up as she shook her head. "I did ruin my marriage." She nodded and glanced down again. "I just spent too much time thinking about kids." She had to sniff a moment later, as the emotions that had been welling up since hearing their words finally managed to reach the surface.
"I pushed him away." She tried to be quick about reaching up to wipe at her eyes, but it really didn't matter. Emily knew her mother wasn't stupid, as evidenced by her mother leaning forward and wrapping arms around her. She pulled Emily closer and held tight as the blonde finally gave herself a chance to cry.
After a few minutes, Emily pulled back and cleared her throat. Wiping at her eyes and cheeks again, she took a deep breath and hoped that everything had worked its way out, because she really didn't like getting emotional. "Call him," her mother said, pushing Emily's hair off her shoulders.
Emily stiffened and looked at her mother. "What? No."
"Emmy," she continued, giving her a mom-look. "If he was angry with you, Em, he wouldn't be working with you." She smiled and nodded, knowing full well that a simple piece of paper couldn't keep the two of them apart forever. "He loves you. And I know you still love him." Emily shook her head, but before she could speak, her mother shook her own head. "It is not too late, Emily."
"I wish I could make what happened that night just a bad dream," her mother said, hugging Emily again. "Yes, you can't have your own children, Em. I wish it wasn't true, but it is." Pulling back, she half-nodded and half-shrugged, then held Emily's face, giving her a raised eyebrow and nod. "But you are not broken. You two have more than enough love to give a child who needs it. And you know your father and I would do everything we could to help you two adopt, if that's what you wanted."
Emily closed her eyes and tilted her head down just enough. "Please, baby," her mother pleaded, "don't let one drunk asshole keep you from living."