The whole family hated the reception, as they had predicted they had spent most of their time comforting Pauls friends who knew and loved him less then, the family had. It was unfair, in Bridgets opinion.
Since the funeral Kerry had not cried, that time seemed a one off, she was feeling worried about this. Did this mean she did not love him? She spent endless nights after the reception pondering this, while listening to Bridgets badly concealed sobs into her pillow, she stare at her glow in the dark stars, arranged into certain constelations like orion and imagine her Dad was one of the stars in the sky, smiling down at them. She'd then fall asleep.
Around a week after the funeral Bridget left her boyfriend, she realised that it wasn't the real thing with him. And although he was lovely, and understanding, and a bad boy, she did not want to waste anytime she could spend with the one. Her Dad's death made her realise she had to cherish time with her loved ones. And Damien wasn't one of them.
Rory was making steady progress, this was all down to CJ. Rory had been talking more and more a definate improvement from when he didn't make a noise and punished himself in secret if he even sneezed.
Their Granpa was a help too, though it was questionable sometimes, but he did offer a shoulder to cry on after their Granma left to go back home.
CJ, underneath his chirpy attitude and helping Kate and Rory, was badly shaken, he had lost the one peron who had always truly believed in him. It was when he was alone, driving to the supermarket to get food for the family when he let his emotions out. Tears pouring down his face as he pulled into the hard shoulder untill he was ready to drive again. He did not want the others to know how badly he was affected by it.
Kate was worried too. Not only because Paul had died, leaving her devastated and insecure, but her appearance had changed. And her appetite. She was eating things she normally didn't like. Her stomach seemed slightly rounder, though she assumed it was because she was eating more. One night it came to her. What had occured this change. She remembered that about a six weeks before Paul's death she had thought herself pregnant. The results were negative. But, she thought, what if they were wrong. She got up and quickly changed into some clothes and went out to the drug store, even though it was the middle of the might. After buying about ten pregnancy tests she returned hom and did the all immediatly. She felt tears spring to her eyes. They were all positive.
I own nothing to do with 8SR. Sorry it took ages for an update. i have had a LOT going on.