February 4th, 2012 (evening)

Mary and Charles' place

Okay, so maybe the universe's hatred for me has a limit. Although considering what's been going on since way before Christmas I don't think I could be blamed for thinking that I was going to incur the full wrath of some sentient being with a lot of control over the world…

Anyways, so yes, universe has a limit on how much it's going to torture me… about a half hour after I finished my last… entry, Mark came down with a fever, and combined with the cutting of his molars, he was in a state. Mary called Charles, who had been in town getting some groceries, and asked him to stop by the pharmacist on his way home for some pain relief medicine.

Mary was starting to lose her cool. Mark had been upset for virtually all of the past week, and Mary had barely left the house. She had been so looking forward to tonight because she hadn't met the Crofts (or HIM) yet, and was desperate to meet the people her sisters-in-law were always going on about.

When Charles came home he assumed that Mary would be staying home with the boys (which led to Mary breaking down in tears) before I volunteered to stay at home with them so Mary could have a night off.

So here I am, typing with one hand as I do my best to not move since I have a sleeping baby in my arms. Ryan went to bed about two hours ago, not long after having dinner.

It's nice to sit here in the quiet, listening to Mark's soft breathing… I've always wanted kids of my own, and despite me still being young enough (I'm only 25.) I feel as though I've missed out on my opportunity to be a parent…

I guess I'll just have to live with being Aunty Anne.

Part of me wonders what dinner at the Musgrove's would have been like tonight. What does Fred look like now? Did he bring his wife to Kellynch? (there's no way a good looking guy like Fred isn't hitched by now, despite the fact I've never heard of any announcements, and neither Lucy nor Hannah have mentioned a wife). If he IS married, does his wife know about me? What about his sister, has he informed Sophie and Adrian about the girl who used to live here?

So many questions, and so few answers to accompany them.

I at least know the answer to my first question… Dinner with the Musgrove's and Crofts tonight would have been absolute torture. I may have gone insane before dessert, just snapped and run away. Maybe..

Well, actually I probably would have just sat there, silent for the whole meal.. whilst dealing with all the looks of hatred that I know would be thrown my way (at least one..)

But, thanks to the high temperature of Mark's forehead, I didn't have to go through it… however, knowing the Musgrove's, they'll be waiting for the opportunity to introduce me next, since I (so conveniently) missed tonight's dinner.

Oh how can I prolong the time between now and a re-introduction to Fred Wentworth…