#I was gonna queue this but my willpower is non existent

[freedomhasfangsa]

Anne had planned her entire life around that house. She had thought about what she had wanted to do with the garden ( a gentle tease towards a field of wildflowers, vibrant and beautiful in the Spring ), of the children she would have and raise in the many rooms. At least ten, Ekganit had joked. Anne had laughed at that as he’d traced his finger over her swelling belly and with a little wiggle of her eyebrows had suggested they aim for fifteen. She never knew if they were serious or not, for that one night? All of that possibility was stolen from her. Grief was a terrible thing, and the house in which she had plotted out her lifelong happiness now felt like a cavernous belly of a beast, and if she hadn’t escaped it, she would not survive it. 

She felt guilty for needing to say goodbye to it and everything she’d had planned for their futures, but everything she looked at ( everything she touched ) was seeped in him in a way that hurt from the minute she opened her to eyes to the second the crying made way for sleep. 

Their new home was a fresh start. Same town, opposite ends; smaller. Just enough for a mother and her son to start afresh and live out however long it took to begin to heal. Grief, she had been warned, held no concrete timeline, and it would take anything from the nine months he had been gone, to the nine years that followed it. Anne had taken her eyes off of Sean for a single moment, and with the open back door rushed out into the somewhat overgrown garden just in time to see the slip of a white nappy disappearing through a hole in the fence.

“Shit,” she hissed, and stepped out into the garden. The fence was low enough that she could clamber over, just in time to watch her son ( oh, she loved him so, but that adventurous nature would be the death of her ! ) elbow drop onto the unsuspecting stomach of who she assumed was her neighbour with a loud squeal of delight.

“Sean, for God’s sake-!” Anne said exasperatedly, and rushed forward to lift her still-squealing and squirming boy from the belly of the stranger in question, and hoisted him onto her hip. “Hi, uh- sorry- you take your eyes off’a them for a second and suddenly they’re off plotting world domination and adventures.”           //      @copiesofme​.