This could be considered to be a prequel-drabble, or what ever you should call it.
I had a vision how Gilderoy/Naruto's adoptive mother would be, a woman who would want a child very much (otherwise she would not have seen Yuuko's house), but it was much more fun to write her out, even if she has no real depth. Maybe I will write some of our main character's second childhood, it would be intresting to see how Naruto became Gilderoy, no?
And yes, I know that Yuuko's home don't just pop up like that just because a person have a wish, it's called artisitic licensce
Disclaimer: Don't own, so please don't sue
When Marigold was a child one of her favorite games was to pretend her dollies were her own children. Her biggest dream, even then was to become a mother.
When she married her child-hood sweetheart, Reed Lockhart, Marigold knew it was only a matter of time until she would have the children she oh so desired.
But that was not to be. One year became two, and soon 12 years and no child in sight. Marigold despaired. The only thing she ever wanted to be was a mother, and soon it would be too late. A woman was not fertile their whole life after all.
And the childless state Marigold and Reed was in was not good for their standing in the high end of London Society… Rumors often popped up around the couple.
"I have heard the reason they have no child is because Mr Lockhart have no desire for the female flesh, that they never even touched each other that way on the wedding night." Whispered Sarah Livington, a girl less… pleasant then many of the girls on the birthday celebration of Reed Lockharts mother, Annabelle Lockhart.
Natalie, Sarah's sister shushed at her sister, but giggled all the same.
The sisters did not seem to know that Marigold was in earshot, or they did not care.
Marigold, after hearing those words, felt the need to get out of the ballroom, from the whole mansion, even if her mother-in-law thought it would be rude. She could not stand being around the vultures any longer.
Soon she was in the garden (after making sure no one saw her leave), she breathed out. It had been stifling inside, and the cool march air was freeing. She opened her eyes (when had she closed them? She had not noticed), and saw a peculiar building at the end of the large garden. When had her il-laws built that? She had not seen it last time she visited them with her husband. Curious she decided to walk towards the building, minding the left over snow that was there.
When she got closer she saw the building was built in an eastern style, which could be considered quite bizarre, when her father-in-law, David Lockhart could be considered quite, er patriotic.
But even when Marigold got the feeling that the house did not belong, she opened the door, and walked in.
And inside? A dark haired woman sat, holding a bundle, where a tuft of blonde hair (like dandelions, like the unused nursery's tapestry, like the sun) could be seen.
The woman smiled (And Marigold knew it was too late to leave.).
It's lots faster now then last time. Hope you're glad
