SILLY LITTLE LIFE
CHAPTER EIGHT
( prompt: "I love you." )
Lissa Conlon felt silly, which was an odd feeling now that she was floating through life rather blissfully and nothing seemed to make her unhappy. Her womb was heavy with child and she had found herself stroking her stomach absently throughout the day, smiling in spite of herself at the mere prospect of having a child with the man she loved.
But now, staring at herself in the mirror, she felt silly.
"You know, this dress looked much nicer in the shop, not on me," Lissa commented, mostly to herself, turning slightly to inspect herself at all angles. Her nose wrinkled in disgust and then she shook her head.
"Are you ready, Angel?" Linny asked poking her head into the bedroom. Her eyes softened slightly and she came to stand beside her. "You look beautiful. That color does wonders with your eyes, and the red in your hair."
"Lin, how many times do I have to tell you? It's Lissa, not Angel. I'm not a newsie anymore, silly girl!" Lissa smiled affectionately at Carolina, who rolled her eyes and looked so much like Sean that it hurt.
"Same thing," Linny said and waved her hand dismissively. "Now let's go, or all the produce will be picked over!"
The two girls walked together slowly down the dusty street in Brooklyn, heading towards the market to get produce. Lissa was happy, as she was quite often nowadays. Linny had moved in with them, since it was a little closer to Manhattan (and Skittery) than the Lodging House was, and Sneak pretty much demanded to come with them when they finally packed up and left the Brooklyn newsies for good.
Now they lived comfortably in a relatively nice apartment in Fulton Landing, Brooklyn. It was cute place, of course, and Lissa loved being near the water. Sure, Brooklyn Heights had been a lovely place, but she liked having a place that was her's and Sean's.
She let Linny go crazy, picking out yummy things when they reached the market, filling the basket full to bursting.
"Please don't leave me!" a girl cried from somewhere around them.
Lissa half-smiled, placing her hand over her swollen belly, thinking. If Sean Albert Conlon ever left her, it'd be the last thing he ever did.
This chapter, in full, is for FlickTheLighter, who made me smile today. Go worship her, since she's amazing for making me happy. :) And for forcing me to quit doing schoolwork and write this little ficlet. I like it. Lissa's still got some snark, and that's why I love her character. :)
CTB!
xx Wicked