It's 2:03 PM when she realizes just how much she'll miss them.
Her kitchen has never been a lonely place, nor ever quite so clean, but there is no more husband to cook for or clumsy daughter to clean up after.
She sips her tea alone in the too-quiet afternoon and cries with the baby when he wakes.
Author's Note: andromeda, in case that wasn't clear. she's a bit of a more obscure character.
please let me know what you think so far, this is my first published fic! if there is a decent response i'll upload some more :)