Just a short little one-shot I cooked up at 10:30 the other night. Not sure how good it is, I was kinda tired, but enjoy nonetheless!
The day had started out innocently enough. There was breakfast, then work while she saw the kids off to school, then snack courtesy of Niles while she went shopping with Val. Not so unusual really, yet with her homecoming came one of the biggest shockshe had ever encountered. She had maxed out yet another credit card, and… wait for it, wanted yet another raise in pay. That in and of itself was enough to turn my eyes into dinner plates, she wanted more money? For what? Putting the kettle on and chatting with Val and her mother? Well I wouldn't hear of it, yeesh! Try explaining that thought process to her. She thought the whole notion of her job was pointless, what with the kids being old enough to handle themselves, leaving her with nothing to do but sit around and chat. This, however, still did nothing to help her case. But again, as a try to bring up that second fine point, she will hear nothing of it.
Trying a new approach, I try to make her see reason by means of forcing her own argument against her. With a swift retort on the fragility of her job and a questioning statement on the exact nature of her self-proclaimed extended tenure within the household, she gives the reply that sent my world crashing down around me. An honest mistake, she would later dub it. Those three little words shouted in the heat of the moment. Yet even as she mumbled apologies, shuffling backwards towards the stairway at my clearly dumbfounded expression, we had both heard the truth in her words. She meant them, every last syllable.
As I sat at my desk later that day, facing the picture of my beloved family, I realized why those words had such a striking effect on me. I felt it too. Those three loaded words expressed everything we shared and more. So now as I sit in the hallway outside her room, listening to her muffled, one-sided phone conversation, interrupted only be the occasional heart wrenching sob, about how she 'spilled the beans' before I was 'ready' to hear them, I can't help but wonder… haven't we been ready all along?
Whew! That's a load off my chest. Ok well be a doll and review, and don't forget to check out my other stories, especially if you like GLEE or DOCTOR WHO!
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