Oneshot. Inspired by a pic from Bel Ami. Originally posted on A Different Forest campfire. Enjoy. Review.
The funeral was attended by only close friends and family.
There is no way I can face the shallow social crowds without you.
The baby was left at home with a wet nurse.
The woman is fat, ugly, and I hate her.
He hadn't seen his daughter since the day of her birth.
Was it worth it, Isabella?
He let the dirt slip through his hands.
There is blood on them.
The diggers had finished their job.
You didn't finish yours!
He allowed his sister to lead him from the grave.
They had known each other since childhood; his mother and her stepmother were sisters.
It seems that you and Renee were more alike than you realized.
He had finished medical school and followed in his father's footsteps.
Like mother, like daughter.
He returned to his hometown.
I fell in love with you the second I saw you.
The wedding was the talk of the town.
You were so embarrassed.
It was late, but he didn't go to bed.
I don't want to go there alone.
He fell asleep in front of the fire.
Wails penetrated the oak door of the study.
If she doesn't shut that thing up…
Six minutes. Fifteen. Twenty-two.
I'm going to go smack her and it.
Heavy footsteps journeyed to the nursery and a heavy hand flung open the door to the mostly empty room.
That lazy slut! I'm finding a new nurse tomorrow—I can't deal with this!
He crossed to the cradle where angry fists were flying.
I don't know what to do!
He picked up the pink bundle and looked into the tiny red face.
Darling, she has your eyes.
He cried while the baby was silent.
