Disclaimer: Dustfinger and the Inkheart Trilogy are the property of Cornelia Funke. I am not Cornelia Funke. I am, in fact, her long-lost daughter... who she doesn't know about... and never had.
Prompt #9: Months
Sometimes the months seemed to be creeping by so slowly he could hardly stand it.
And sometimes they seemed to be rushing past far too quickly.
Sometimes, when she placed a hand to her ever-expanding belly and smiled, he smiled with her, sharing her happiness.
And sometimes he faithfully echoed her smile, though he felt more like screaming.
Sometimes, as he awaited the birth of his child, he felt as though he were waiting for his own life to truly begin.
And sometimes he felt like he was awaiting its end.
Sometimes she gazed at the little houses in the hills with their little gardens, inhabited by happy little families with a look in her eyes that said, as clearly as words, "I want that."
And sometimes he turned away so that she wouldn't see his gaze, which said, just as clearly, "I don't."
Sometimes he felt certain that, in spite of all his doubts, he would be a good father.
And sometimes he knew better.
Sometimes, as he awaited the birth of his child, he felt as though he were waiting for his own life to truly begin.
And sometimes he felt like he was awaiting its end.
Sometimes she gazed at the little houses in hills inhabited by little families with a look in her eyes that said, as clearly as words, "I want that."
And sometimes he turned away so that she wouldn't see his gaze, which said, just as clearly, "I don't."
Sometimes he felt certain that, in spite of all his doubts, he would be a good father.
And sometimes he knew better.
A/N: Sweet gooey cinnamon rolls, Batman! It's been forever and a day since I updated! And I am oh-so-far behind on the posting of my wee ickle drabbles. Oi! So many rabid plot bunnies for so many fandoms all hippity-hopping around my wee little noggin, battling for supremecy. Downright inundated, I am. But here I am, catching up on the posting. And hopefully doing some more writing, once I wrangle some of these other bunnies...