06-29-2020, 05:30 PM
She wants so desperately to feel some deep swell of pride when he looks at their daughter, but she feels nothing but worry. Worry that he’ll send them away mostly. Send the both of them away the same way he’d sent her away.
It gets her eyes burning as she glances between the two of them. He doesn’t smile, it’s not hard to notice. Her heart thumps brutal in her ears as she watches the child shuffle a little closer. Perhaps lulled into some sense of security when he calls her beautiful. Convinced, maybe, that he likes her.
But the child stops short and her mother’s brow furrows deep in a pained frown when he speaks next. The child shrinks and Prayer has to force herself to look him in the eye. As much as it pains her. Because it is such a far cry from the way he’d looked at her the first time. Such a far cry from the magic of their laughter.
But they’d been young then. And the world has taken him and broken him apart and she is so desperate to help. She has no fight in her, Prayer, she never has. She just draws in a shaky breath and swallows real thick, glancing briefly back at their daughter before she speaks.
“You’re her father,” she whispers, “she’s your daughter. Why shouldn’t she know who you are?” She asks, so quiet that it’s barely there at all.
“We love you,” she adds and her voice shakes. She meets his eye again, meeting his betrayal with silent pleading.
It gets her eyes burning as she glances between the two of them. He doesn’t smile, it’s not hard to notice. Her heart thumps brutal in her ears as she watches the child shuffle a little closer. Perhaps lulled into some sense of security when he calls her beautiful. Convinced, maybe, that he likes her.
But the child stops short and her mother’s brow furrows deep in a pained frown when he speaks next. The child shrinks and Prayer has to force herself to look him in the eye. As much as it pains her. Because it is such a far cry from the way he’d looked at her the first time. Such a far cry from the magic of their laughter.
But they’d been young then. And the world has taken him and broken him apart and she is so desperate to help. She has no fight in her, Prayer, she never has. She just draws in a shaky breath and swallows real thick, glancing briefly back at their daughter before she speaks.
“You’re her father,” she whispers, “she’s your daughter. Why shouldn’t she know who you are?” She asks, so quiet that it’s barely there at all.
“We love you,” she adds and her voice shakes. She meets his eye again, meeting his betrayal with silent pleading.
@[Thorn]