Alright, yes I know it's been a while, especially for such a short chapter
as this is, but to put it simply, school is evil! G. I know you were
probably expecting some chatter between Jax and Rae but what was said
really isn't important, only the result which you will see. This chapter
is a turning point, keep in mind not *the* turning point, but a necessary
turning point none the less if minor.
~Blood Rose~
They say love it blind
And what of hope?
They say love is kind
Is hope so too?
They say love is patient
Does hope not last?
The say love endures
Is hope not strong?
I say love it to hope
And hope is to love
What of you?
(From: frankly I have no idea, I wrote it down from somewhere…)
Chapter 14:
The wet air held the strong smell of fish as the sounds of a busy market drifted all about a man apart. Three weeks had passed since Rae had come to him with Skye's first name, two weeks since he had tracked her various flights to Seattle, and after two weeks here he was, still in Seattle.
He had remained in Port Charles for as long as he had hoping she'd come back, hoping that he'd be there to welcome her home and kiss away her troubles and tears. Staying in a place where with every turn there was a memory of her smile or touch had not been easy but he'd managed on his hope, his blind hopeless hope.
Then he'd opened a door half naked to a surprised, if also embarrassed, Rae revealing that he did not even know the name of the woman he loved and realized she was not coming home, not so long as he was doing little to ensure that she really wasn't gone forever, and her being gone forever was not something he would accept, now nor ever.
He was determined to find Antoinette Skye Chandler-Quartermaine whatever else she might be named and make her see how much he loved her, that he was ready to stand by her, that he had faith in their strength to make it through her pregnancy, but determination alone didn't seem to be working. Sometime after arriving in Seattle and buying a car she'd disappeared. She could have gone anywhere on land in that car, even to a different airport to leave the country.
He knew that she could be anywhere in the world, but he hoped that she had felt the confidence in her other measures not to make that move. There was that word again, hope. For hope he'd done a lot of things, for hope he was standing in the middle of Seattle's downtown market in case she'd stayed in Seattle and felt the need to get out, for hope he was going out in groundless leaps of faith, and for hope he was determined. He would find her, he would make her see how much he loved her, he would get her to open up, to come home with him where they could raise their child, or at least so he hoped.
No longer so far away…
Antoinette was again in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection. Her little one had grown; her middle was no longer passable as anything but showing a life within. Stuck in the frame of the mirror were all the ultrasound pictures she'd had and on the nightstand were various books on child development, she had found it fascinating looking at the different stages of development the life with in her had gone through and would with time. She hadn't been able to read the sections referring to the stages beyond the womb, every time she tried her tears would make it too difficult to see the printed words.
She had another appointment in town today, she scheduled more than under normal circumstances would be necessary, but hers were not normal circumstances. Leaving the realm with in the mirror, she went to take her morning pills. Despite all that was going on within her, she had come to follow a routine; some happenings were subject to change, but others, such as her mornings and more importantly her walks, were not. She had a plan before her, a plan that while might not guarantee her own life, was the best for the one with in her, the one just beginning, the one of innocence and hope.
~Blood Rose~
They say love it blind
And what of hope?
They say love is kind
Is hope so too?
They say love is patient
Does hope not last?
The say love endures
Is hope not strong?
I say love it to hope
And hope is to love
What of you?
(From: frankly I have no idea, I wrote it down from somewhere…)
Chapter 14:
The wet air held the strong smell of fish as the sounds of a busy market drifted all about a man apart. Three weeks had passed since Rae had come to him with Skye's first name, two weeks since he had tracked her various flights to Seattle, and after two weeks here he was, still in Seattle.
He had remained in Port Charles for as long as he had hoping she'd come back, hoping that he'd be there to welcome her home and kiss away her troubles and tears. Staying in a place where with every turn there was a memory of her smile or touch had not been easy but he'd managed on his hope, his blind hopeless hope.
Then he'd opened a door half naked to a surprised, if also embarrassed, Rae revealing that he did not even know the name of the woman he loved and realized she was not coming home, not so long as he was doing little to ensure that she really wasn't gone forever, and her being gone forever was not something he would accept, now nor ever.
He was determined to find Antoinette Skye Chandler-Quartermaine whatever else she might be named and make her see how much he loved her, that he was ready to stand by her, that he had faith in their strength to make it through her pregnancy, but determination alone didn't seem to be working. Sometime after arriving in Seattle and buying a car she'd disappeared. She could have gone anywhere on land in that car, even to a different airport to leave the country.
He knew that she could be anywhere in the world, but he hoped that she had felt the confidence in her other measures not to make that move. There was that word again, hope. For hope he'd done a lot of things, for hope he was standing in the middle of Seattle's downtown market in case she'd stayed in Seattle and felt the need to get out, for hope he was going out in groundless leaps of faith, and for hope he was determined. He would find her, he would make her see how much he loved her, he would get her to open up, to come home with him where they could raise their child, or at least so he hoped.
No longer so far away…
Antoinette was again in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection. Her little one had grown; her middle was no longer passable as anything but showing a life within. Stuck in the frame of the mirror were all the ultrasound pictures she'd had and on the nightstand were various books on child development, she had found it fascinating looking at the different stages of development the life with in her had gone through and would with time. She hadn't been able to read the sections referring to the stages beyond the womb, every time she tried her tears would make it too difficult to see the printed words.
She had another appointment in town today, she scheduled more than under normal circumstances would be necessary, but hers were not normal circumstances. Leaving the realm with in the mirror, she went to take her morning pills. Despite all that was going on within her, she had come to follow a routine; some happenings were subject to change, but others, such as her mornings and more importantly her walks, were not. She had a plan before her, a plan that while might not guarantee her own life, was the best for the one with in her, the one just beginning, the one of innocence and hope.