RP: An exchange of gifts.
Date: December 28, 1999.
Characters: Millie, Kevin, Tracey?
Location: The house
Status: Mostly Private, ping to join
Summary: Millie has left Kevin's present on his bed for him to find.
Completion: Incomplete
She normally hated doing presents so late, but they'd both been busy, so she wanted to wait until they might both be home to receive it. She hoped he liked the recipe book she'd put together for him, with notes specific to Kevin in the kitchen, along with an apron that said, "Kiss the Cook." but she crossed out Cook and put in Kevin. She'd laughed, thinking Padma might get a kick out of it. They were neatly wrapped on the foot of his bed, where he couldn't miss them. She smiled and went to her room to study, wanting to get ahead on the next class. She looked at the trunk, still at the foot of her bed. It was an elephant in the room, but one she couldn't bring herself to get rid of. Finally, she decided that in order to get past her mother's indifference, she needed to read all of it, try and understand her completely.
She opened the journal, and set herself to reading. Most of it was asinine gossipy stuff that her mother had been obsessed with, but then, after the entry that had broke her heart so thoroughly, she started to sound different. A bit taken aback at having movement inside her. Millie felt the tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes as she grew to know the woman who'd not wanted her, but by the very last entry, was changing her mind.
It's so strange, to think that your entire world can contract to just your body and the life it contains. Millie kicks pretty consistently now, making me go to the bathroom at least twice an hour, but it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. She's demanding, but she calms down when I read to her. She seems to like the sound of my voice. And her father's. I pretend to sleep through him coming home and talking to her about his day, but truthfully, I am starting to like it. Starting to like him, and the life he wants to give me. He loves me more than I thought possible, and all the fashion shows in Paris don't hold as much fascination to me as a man so besotted, so devoted. I think maybe I'll give this a try after all. Domestic won't ever suit me, but I think being loved, being adored by him and the little person he's given me, just might.
Millie flipped to the next page, but it was blank. It was the last entry her mother had made. She sniffled loudly, conjuring a tissue as she traced her mother's handwriting with her fingertips. It didn't hurt as much, her mother's self-absorption. Maybe it was because she was seeing her more clearly as someone to be pitied, for wasting the time she'd had with her father. She thought maybe now it was ok to give the diary to her dad, now that he'd found love again. She'd ask Katrina, make sure she didn't mind. Her new Stepmama deserved that much.
She set the diary down and laid back, looking at the ceiling. So much had changed for her. She'd never thought her life would end up as it had, but she wouldn't trade any of it. She'd never take for granted what she had, in favor of what might have been. She'd learn from her mother's mistake.
Characters: Millie, Kevin, Tracey?
Location: The house
Status: Mostly Private, ping to join
Summary: Millie has left Kevin's present on his bed for him to find.
Completion: Incomplete
She normally hated doing presents so late, but they'd both been busy, so she wanted to wait until they might both be home to receive it. She hoped he liked the recipe book she'd put together for him, with notes specific to Kevin in the kitchen, along with an apron that said, "Kiss the Cook." but she crossed out Cook and put in Kevin. She'd laughed, thinking Padma might get a kick out of it. They were neatly wrapped on the foot of his bed, where he couldn't miss them. She smiled and went to her room to study, wanting to get ahead on the next class. She looked at the trunk, still at the foot of her bed. It was an elephant in the room, but one she couldn't bring herself to get rid of. Finally, she decided that in order to get past her mother's indifference, she needed to read all of it, try and understand her completely.
She opened the journal, and set herself to reading. Most of it was asinine gossipy stuff that her mother had been obsessed with, but then, after the entry that had broke her heart so thoroughly, she started to sound different. A bit taken aback at having movement inside her. Millie felt the tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes as she grew to know the woman who'd not wanted her, but by the very last entry, was changing her mind.
It's so strange, to think that your entire world can contract to just your body and the life it contains. Millie kicks pretty consistently now, making me go to the bathroom at least twice an hour, but it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. She's demanding, but she calms down when I read to her. She seems to like the sound of my voice. And her father's. I pretend to sleep through him coming home and talking to her about his day, but truthfully, I am starting to like it. Starting to like him, and the life he wants to give me. He loves me more than I thought possible, and all the fashion shows in Paris don't hold as much fascination to me as a man so besotted, so devoted. I think maybe I'll give this a try after all. Domestic won't ever suit me, but I think being loved, being adored by him and the little person he's given me, just might.
Millie flipped to the next page, but it was blank. It was the last entry her mother had made. She sniffled loudly, conjuring a tissue as she traced her mother's handwriting with her fingertips. It didn't hurt as much, her mother's self-absorption. Maybe it was because she was seeing her more clearly as someone to be pitied, for wasting the time she'd had with her father. She thought maybe now it was ok to give the diary to her dad, now that he'd found love again. She'd ask Katrina, make sure she didn't mind. Her new Stepmama deserved that much.
She set the diary down and laid back, looking at the ceiling. So much had changed for her. She'd never thought her life would end up as it had, but she wouldn't trade any of it. She'd never take for granted what she had, in favor of what might have been. She'd learn from her mother's mistake.