Mary was quiet as John brought her back home, Dean in her arms holding onto her tightly. His little arms were wrapped around her neck with his face buried there. Her parents had gone home, they were called on a bit of an emergency hunting situation that they needed to take care leaving her to John's parents and John.
Millie had offered to take Dean from her so that she didn't have to carry him but she said no, not trusting anyone, maybe not even John, to have Dean away from her.
John was saying but she couldn't really listen, couldn't bring herself to listen to him. She was drained and at the same time wired, she was shaking slightly from an emotion that she couldn't name and didn't bother to try.
She moved to her bedroom, wanting to lay down for the time being. Not letting go of Dean she climbed into the bed, covering the both of them with her blanket. She had just laid her head down on the pillow when she heard someone knock at her door.
"Mary, dear?" Millie asked, poking her head into the room. She stepped in completely, keeping her distance as Mary slowly sat up to look at her. "Henry and I are going to leave soon, I just wanted to check on you."
Mary nodded, shifting Dean closer to her. She wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep but right now, he was deep asleep. She stared at John's mother for a moment, slowly remembering bits and pieces that she knew about her. "What was it like to have John become a Man of Letters?" she asked before she could stop herself.
Millie softened and closed the door completely, crossing the room to sit at the edge of Mary's bed so that they could actually talk to one another.
"Hard." she finally said, her voice soft. "For Henry it was expected, he knew what was going to happen from day one, he did it after all. But for me? It was a complete surprise and I had no idea what to expect."
"Henry and mine marriage is completely different from other Men of Letters marriages. He didn't hide anything from me, when we got serious enough that he was close to proposing to me, he told the truth about everything. About who he was, about what was out there, about all of it." she continued. "He said that if we were to be husband and wife, then he doesn't want to have any secrets between us."
"Watching John grow up as he did, I had to ignore a lot of thing for him." she went on. "He didn't go to public schools, he didn't have a chance to have a real childhood. Anything that I wanted to do with him I had to get permission. I wanted to take him to the movies, the movies were scrutinized to ensure that they were educational enough and most often it wasn't allowed. Clothes were only created with a group of tailors that worked with the Men of Letters. Toys weren't allowed because they were a distraction. All readings had to be approved. A whole list of everything that made me want to cry for how they didn't allow them to do."
Millie took a deep breath, smoothing out the front of her skirt. "I was an outsider from day one, no one really wanted to talk to me, it had to be through Henry. He had to be the one to talk to them on my behalf." she shook her head.
"If I had a chance to go back in time and do it over? I wouldn't, because I am very proud of my son and the man that he has become." Millie told her. "But I would've fought for more freedom for him and sneaked him out at times."
She looked at Mary, smiling as she reached out to pat her arm. "I know that I didn't do anything to reassure you right now, but I didn't want to sugarcoat it, it's not that bad, but it has its bad sides."
Mary nodded, staring down at the bed space between them. "I appreciate you being honest with me." she said. "Thank you."
"Of course dear." Millie said with a smile, getting up. "Do you need anything else?"
"Yeah, can you send John in here?" she asked. "I need to talk to him."
Millie nodded, turning to leave. She hesitated before she opened the door, looking at Mary over her shoulder. "You're a smart girl Mary, I know you'll figure it out."
She didn't wait for Mary to answer, leaving her room and gently barely closing the door behind her. Mary leaned back into the bed and waited, it didn't take long for John to appear, immediately going to her side.
Mary took a deep breath, looking him in the eyes. "We need to talk."
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