She opened one eye and looked at the clock and smiled. Mmmmmm 8.30. Bliss.
The smile stretched further. Leo must be here, taking care of the boys,
allowing her to get some rest. It was funny even after all this time apart
he could make her feel safe, that everything would be alright. It was a
shame that it was just an illusion, a shame that he did no more. She had
hoped it would be different, when Chris was born, when they had saved
Wyatt, that Leo would realise how much they needed him, would want to be
with them. She sighed. That wasn't true, he obviously did want to be with
his sons, she would often hear the sounds of giggling coming from the
nursery or the sound of him gently singing them lullabies, but if she went
in, she was greeted by an apologetic smile, a hurried excuse and the site
of disappearing orbs. It was obvious that he was avoiding her, and the
guilt that her desperate need of him caused.
She got up quickly, her good mood gone. OK. If he didn't want her, fine. There was no point in kidding herself that there were other fish in the sea, she know that now. There was no other Mr Right, no other alternative happy ever after. But she could spare herself this, this humiliation. Spare both of them the embarrassment of her unrequited feelings. From now on there would be no need for him to avoid her as she would be avoiding him first.
She got up quickly, her good mood gone. OK. If he didn't want her, fine. There was no point in kidding herself that there were other fish in the sea, she know that now. There was no other Mr Right, no other alternative happy ever after. But she could spare herself this, this humiliation. Spare both of them the embarrassment of her unrequited feelings. From now on there would be no need for him to avoid her as she would be avoiding him first.
