SHOOT.
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26. Angel
"Do you think she likes it up there?"
Her voice surprised Vaughn, who dropped the spoon he was using to stir his coffee—which clattered to the ground and startled them both—and turned to face her in surprise. Chelsea had always been quiet in the mornings since the accident, since the days had passed since mid of spring when their daughter had died in the earliest moments of the day. The sunrise had lost its appeal, the morning coffee and warm pajama bottoms and good morning kisses had all but faded into the past, all lost as things that would never quite be the same.
The man tightened his grip on his coffee mug. "How do you mean?"
"Do you…well; do you think she's happy?" Chelsea caught his eyes when she glanced over from her place at the kitchen table, her own hands wrapped around a glass of water, swirling soft designs into the fogged cup. "I don't know how she could be. Happy, that is. She didn't even have a name."
Vaughn dropped into the seat across from his wife and shook his head. "She doesn't need to be happy, Chelsea," he said quietly, and though he had been quite stoic and unresponsive in the past weeks, his eyes flickered and he gave her a firm nod. "I can't say that I believe in the Goddess, Chels, but if there's anything close to an angel, it would be your child. She doesn't need a name for all the good she's doing where she is."
"Maybe that's what they call her," she mused, her words still slow, still restrained, a sea of thoughts held tight behind a lipped dam, "Angel. Maybe that's her name there."
"Angel," he murmured, and a slight tilt to his lips appeared, enough to make him pause for a moment. "Yeah. I think that would be her name."
Chelsea nodded and they sat in silence as the morning sun came up and in through the glass window of their kitchen to reflect against the wooden table.
"Then Angel it is," she told him, and then forced a light into her eyes as she placed a hand on the table.
Vaughn caught her fingers with his and squeezed.
They would be alright.
And they would go on.
Together.
Could you tell I was in the mood for angst writing this month?
Hmmm.
Side note - I continually typed "Angel" as "Angle" in this bit. When I proof read, I just sat there and laughed. Try re-reading it with angle in the place of Angel. Makes it 10000000x better. xD
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