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Flower Fortune- Sweetbriar: Poetry and fragrance.
Fourty Sixth-The Loveseat
Edward arrived even before Rev and Trinity, bringing napkins and chocolate brownies. He had offered to bring dressing for the turkey, but I insisted that I wanted to cook something for the supper. This holiday is for you, you know, he had answered when he realized I wouldn't give in, Why don't you just let them cook for you? And I couldn't explain why I had to see myself set the table and make the dressing and cook the ham. But I did, and it made me feel better.
When Edward came in, I saw Louise stop laughing for a minute and give him a nod. She doesn't approve of him being near the children, and I can't blame her for that. But she'd never mention it to me, and is too good to even tell me what she thinks of the affair. He smiled at her; he swears to me he will win her over, no matter what it takes, but I remind him that Harry is her only son, and I am a daughter to her. I doubt she will ever find reconciliation with poor Edward. But his mood was better than ever.
He and Harry shook hands and laughed and pretended I was easy to share. (For awhile, I had this thought in my head that Harry was going around looking for another woman that I could be jealous of, but Rev assures me that there is nothing that would ever make Harry love someone else. I believe him.) Harry, in charge of everything but the ham, was the happiest I've seen him since little Gin's birth. He was talkative and affectionate, and kissed me whenever he passed me in a hallway. I was blushing and laughing constantly.
Rev and Trinity came later, and I was happy to see the little girl with her hair braided and wearing a yellow dress I bought her for her birthday. She was happier, too, and she was nice to my children and a little more outgoing towards the adults. Rev wouldn't leave my side, protecting me from Edward, I think. But he was congenial to Edward, and never hinted that his presence made him uncomfortable.
Supper was absolutely wonderful. There was so much food-both traditionally American and traditionally English-that we sent both Rev and Edward with a carload of leftovers. Harry and I spent hours cleaning the dishes, even though his parents offered to help. They watched the children while Harry and I talked in the kitchen, and I fell asleep over my soapy hands. It was wonderful to spend so much time with my husband, since we haven't had a lot of time together since he started his residency. We didn't mention Edward, but only talked about ourselves, and how our children were growing up.
They seem to be getting on all right, but I don't read to them as much as I used to. They spend a lot of time in our new magic room, and read to each other or to themselves. I often hear Christopher sounding out words to himself on the small chair in the corner, or I'll catch Oliver looking through one of my huge books, pretending that he understands the sounds the letters make. It touches my heart, that my children love something I do, but for the sake of our family and our finances, I just can't read to them every day. Harry tries his best, too, to teach them math or take them to the zoo and park, but he is away from home more than I am (mostly at night), and sometimes cannot hide his exhaustion.
More often than not, Rev is the one who can provide fun for the children, since he can take them out during the day when they aren't in school. They love Rev and see him as a second father: I wonder sometimes if they truly believe he is related to us. After all, he was around when all of them were born, right in the next room. Besides Harry, Rev has been the first to see all of the children. (Horribly enough, when Trinity was born, I was one of the last people to see her-since Rev's wife didn't trust me and believed I was trying to sabotage her. I wonder what she thinks of now, when she realizes I am the only mother figure Trinity has ever known.) But I feel bad putting this pressure on Rev to be the surrogate to my six. He has enough trouble with little Trinity, and, in the end, can only be relied on for entertainment.
One day, when school is done, and I have enough money to write from home, I'll do nothing but play with my children, and appreciate Rev and take care of my husband. But for now, I put my children in school too early, and have a young nanny watching the baby, go to school all day, try to make money in the evening, and have an affair nights because I am in love at nights and my husband cannot take care of me.
One day, I'll be a good wife and mother. One day. For now, all I can do is try not to fall asleep.
When Edward came in, I saw Louise stop laughing for a minute and give him a nod. She doesn't approve of him being near the children, and I can't blame her for that. But she'd never mention it to me, and is too good to even tell me what she thinks of the affair. He smiled at her; he swears to me he will win her over, no matter what it takes, but I remind him that Harry is her only son, and I am a daughter to her. I doubt she will ever find reconciliation with poor Edward. But his mood was better than ever.
He and Harry shook hands and laughed and pretended I was easy to share. (For awhile, I had this thought in my head that Harry was going around looking for another woman that I could be jealous of, but Rev assures me that there is nothing that would ever make Harry love someone else. I believe him.) Harry, in charge of everything but the ham, was the happiest I've seen him since little Gin's birth. He was talkative and affectionate, and kissed me whenever he passed me in a hallway. I was blushing and laughing constantly.
Rev and Trinity came later, and I was happy to see the little girl with her hair braided and wearing a yellow dress I bought her for her birthday. She was happier, too, and she was nice to my children and a little more outgoing towards the adults. Rev wouldn't leave my side, protecting me from Edward, I think. But he was congenial to Edward, and never hinted that his presence made him uncomfortable.
Supper was absolutely wonderful. There was so much food-both traditionally American and traditionally English-that we sent both Rev and Edward with a carload of leftovers. Harry and I spent hours cleaning the dishes, even though his parents offered to help. They watched the children while Harry and I talked in the kitchen, and I fell asleep over my soapy hands. It was wonderful to spend so much time with my husband, since we haven't had a lot of time together since he started his residency. We didn't mention Edward, but only talked about ourselves, and how our children were growing up.
They seem to be getting on all right, but I don't read to them as much as I used to. They spend a lot of time in our new magic room, and read to each other or to themselves. I often hear Christopher sounding out words to himself on the small chair in the corner, or I'll catch Oliver looking through one of my huge books, pretending that he understands the sounds the letters make. It touches my heart, that my children love something I do, but for the sake of our family and our finances, I just can't read to them every day. Harry tries his best, too, to teach them math or take them to the zoo and park, but he is away from home more than I am (mostly at night), and sometimes cannot hide his exhaustion.
More often than not, Rev is the one who can provide fun for the children, since he can take them out during the day when they aren't in school. They love Rev and see him as a second father: I wonder sometimes if they truly believe he is related to us. After all, he was around when all of them were born, right in the next room. Besides Harry, Rev has been the first to see all of the children. (Horribly enough, when Trinity was born, I was one of the last people to see her-since Rev's wife didn't trust me and believed I was trying to sabotage her. I wonder what she thinks of now, when she realizes I am the only mother figure Trinity has ever known.) But I feel bad putting this pressure on Rev to be the surrogate to my six. He has enough trouble with little Trinity, and, in the end, can only be relied on for entertainment.
One day, when school is done, and I have enough money to write from home, I'll do nothing but play with my children, and appreciate Rev and take care of my husband. But for now, I put my children in school too early, and have a young nanny watching the baby, go to school all day, try to make money in the evening, and have an affair nights because I am in love at nights and my husband cannot take care of me.
One day, I'll be a good wife and mother. One day. For now, all I can do is try not to fall asleep.
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