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Finally, it's done and she gets to hold her second baby in her arms. She's exhausted and a bit teary, but she's done it, and she's done well, and he's here now. He's actually here. She cradles him against her breast and breathes in the scene of the top of his head.
Her baby. Her boy.
She looks up, tears shining in her eyes.
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She was getting used to having a baby to hold in her arms again. Emmy was growing up to be fiercely independent and didn't crawl into Lily's arms nearly so much as she used to. Baby Scarangelo was small and so very new, quiet and solemn. The blue onesie that they'd found for him was a little too big, and Lily found herself straightening it over ( Read more... ) -
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Lily's almost used to this. It had been weird last time when she woke up fourteen, the same age as she'd been when she met Eddie, and Emmy had been so little that she'd just been scared by an unfamiliar face. Being nine was easier. Emmy was older now, and she played easily with strangers, so at least Lily could play with Emmy, even if she couldn ( Read more... ) -
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Lily never stopped being surprised by how perceptive children can be. Everyone had been quiet and sad all day now, and Emmy had been quiet and sad too, but she didn't really understand why. Not long after they went to bed, Emmy started to cry, a low, whining wail, and Lily got out of bed in her nightgown and went to fetch her ( Read more... ) -
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Lily Strombeck had never been great at mornings. Back home in Long Bay, sometimes, she'd had to go out early, before the sun was even up, for work, and she'd always been slow to wake, but she'd managed it. Now, on the island, she ran mostly on Emmy-time. Whenever Emmy came squirming into bed with them, that was time to wake up ( Read more... ) -
Ready, Eddie?
Lily had been on the island for nearly six months now and, despite the very obvious differences, her life wasn't actually all that different. She had the people that she loved, she had her home, she had her work and, since the wedding, she had a red dress very similiar to the one that she'd worn when she was nineteen, dancing on the tables with ( Read more... ) -
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Lily was ignoring Emmy or, rather, she was pretending to ignore Emmy. She was sitting on the couch in the rec room, reading a book and Emmy was standing in front of her, chubby hands on her knees, bouncing up and down on her little sockfeet ( Read more... ) -
On the first day of Christmas...
Ever since she was a little girl, Lily had loved Christmas. She'd liked it when she was really little and there were loads of presents, she'd liked it when she was slightly older and there had been less presents, but there'd been Eddie sleeping on the floor in the den, and she'd crept down to sleep there with him and always managed to get up just ( Read more... )