Drabble #8
Nov. 8th, 2006 01:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrilAll right, I'm on a weird sort of roll here. But I promise tomorrow's drabble will not have any pregnant women in it. ;P
Lying
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Cream, sugar. Just how Tom liked it. And then -
Merope paused. Her hand had gone by instinct toward the small vial hidden behind the canister of flour. Naturally, after all these months it had become a habit. Add the potion to Tom's tea along with the cream and sugar. But today she hesitated.
She had found out about the baby this morning. All day she had been terrified, wanting to tell Tom and fearing what would happen when she did. Was the potion strong enough to counter the shock her pronouncement would cause? What if he left? What if - what if he stayed, and the baby came, and one day their child asked how Mummy and Daddy had met and fallen in love? Tom would tell the truth, as he knew it. But Merope would be lying.
She was tired of lying.
Merope closed her eyes and pictured his face longingly. Tom's smiles had seemed so genuine lately. Sometimes she had given him the potion a bit late, and she hadn't noticed any effect. Maybe - maybe the love that had started out as false and forced by magic had gradually become real. Oh, she wanted to believe it. She wanted it so much. She wanted their baby to know that its parents really loved each other.
She pulled her hand back from the potion and picked up the tea tray. "Tom, darling," she called out. "I've made your tea."
Lying
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Cream, sugar. Just how Tom liked it. And then -
Merope paused. Her hand had gone by instinct toward the small vial hidden behind the canister of flour. Naturally, after all these months it had become a habit. Add the potion to Tom's tea along with the cream and sugar. But today she hesitated.
She had found out about the baby this morning. All day she had been terrified, wanting to tell Tom and fearing what would happen when she did. Was the potion strong enough to counter the shock her pronouncement would cause? What if he left? What if - what if he stayed, and the baby came, and one day their child asked how Mummy and Daddy had met and fallen in love? Tom would tell the truth, as he knew it. But Merope would be lying.
She was tired of lying.
Merope closed her eyes and pictured his face longingly. Tom's smiles had seemed so genuine lately. Sometimes she had given him the potion a bit late, and she hadn't noticed any effect. Maybe - maybe the love that had started out as false and forced by magic had gradually become real. Oh, she wanted to believe it. She wanted it so much. She wanted their baby to know that its parents really loved each other.
She pulled her hand back from the potion and picked up the tea tray. "Tom, darling," she called out. "I've made your tea."
