The premise of this series is that Samantha Wildman, designated madonna figure of Voyager, has an interior life. It isn't always pretty.
I wasn't a writer, until MiaCooper said I should be. Warmest thanks to her for opening that door and then beta-ing what emerged through it.
I crest the ridge, stop to catch my breath, and smile at Tal. She got ahead of me on the ascent. Younger legs and no baby weight, I think, and can't help wincing.
"This view is incredible, Tal. Thank you for inviting me."
She is pleased by my enjoyment. Our friendship is easy, despite the age difference.
"Sam, can I ask you a personal question?" I nod. "When did you know you wanted to be a mother?"
I smile. "I always knew. I just … knew."
Her face opens; I hadn't realized it was closed. Shyly, she confesses, "Me too."