XXXXXV.
Waiting
How long had she been delaying the news?
How long had she been holding it back from him?
To be honest, it wasn't too terribly hindering, so it wasn't exactly worsening with every day that passed by. It wasn't life or death, so no cause for worry. No need to be too terribly upset over the silence on the matter but still… there was a sense of needing to tell or needing for someone else to know. And yet, she let it pass by without changing either.
Each day only seemed to grow with more and more suspicion. She was certain it was just her own paranoia, her own mind playing those tricks with her. But… it was just nothing; just mind playing games on her when she didn't need them to.
He made one remark that she seemed to be acting strange but he never went back to it. Thankfully.
She was just waiting for the right time… that was all.
"Am I going to be an only child?"
The question pulled her from her thoughts as she looked down to the pink-haired child who tugged at the end of her dress. "Why do you ask that?"
"She's been asking that quite frequently." he remarked as he stepped around the table she had been working at until now. "I'm not entirely sure where she got the idea of it but I suppose it's just a part of her childish curiosity."
"Well… would you like a younger sibling then?" she questioned.
"Yes, when can I get one?"
"That might just be a matter in which your mother and I will have to discuss." he started; watching as the girl didn't seem the least bit happy with the answer. "But we'll take your opinion into consideration."
She waited a few seconds before she glanced back to him. "Well… there may be a bit more that we'll have to take into consideration."
