Meg had managed to pull off her ploy for a lot longer than she truly expected. She managed to do it for a few months to be exact. Unfortunately, she hadn't fully thought it through.
Even though she was slowly improving and healing, there were other things that needed to be accounted for. Such as where all the extra money was coming from. It was bound to become obvious at some point.
She was convinced that she could pull it off for a few more months. Just long enough to get through court the first few times. Christine was rather distracted, after all.
Today, she'd had an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she didn't think too much of it. Bad feelings didn't always mean that bad things were going to happen.
So with that in mind, she was doing her best to ignore it. She followed her usual schedule and headed to work after dropping her children off.
She clocked in and dragged the trolley with all the boxes out with a little less effort than usual - though she did still wince occasionally. She pulled out her box cutter and began opening said boxes.
At this point, it was extremely easy to stock everything because she knew exactly where it was supposed to go.
She did this for a few hours, shoving down that weird feeling every time it returned. It became even stronger near her lunch break. She began cleaning up the empty boxes as well as she could.
"Meg Giry, to the front. Meg Giry to the first register please." The cashier called over the intercom.
Her heart fell into the pit of her stomach and she found herself holding her breath. Perhaps it was just a phone call from Sorelli? Maybe she'd forgotten to tell her something or the other woman needed to tell her something?
She wasn't entirely sure but she was trying to look at the bright side. She gathered herself and slowly approached the front of the store. Her heart skipped beat when she saw Christine standing there.
Christine was beautiful in her anger but that didn't mean she wanted a scene to be caused.
She approached her, a sheepish smile upon her lips. She toyed with her fingers and raked her teeth across her bottom lip. It took her a few moments to find her voice.
"Ma Chèrie.." Meg murmured in greeting, trailing off when Christine's expression didn't soften.
"Come on. We need to have a word. In private." Christine informed firmly, gesturing towards the the door with her head.
Meg glanced towards the cashier to make sure this was okay and the cashier waved her off. She nodded once before taking Christine's hand, pulling her outside.
"I know you're mad at me -." Meg was unable to continue due to the disbelieving laugh that left her lover.
"Mad doesn't even begin to cover what I'm feeling, Meg. I'm fucking livid." Christine spat.
Oh fuck. The other woman didn't usually speak in such a manner. There were exceptions of course, but those were usually bedroom related.
Though it had been awhile since they'd been able to do anything of the sort. That meant this wouldn't be as easy as she thought to get out of. Christine wouldn't let this slide like she would most other things.
"Christine...I get that but I can explain. If you would only give me the opportunity to do so." Meg found herself pleading slightly.
She didn't want to make this worse by snapping at her in return. Especially when she knew that she had no real right to do so. Not after this little lie.
Christine eyed her disbelievingly for a moment. Clearly she was debating whether or not she should allow her to do so. A heavy sigh left her and she crossed her arms over her chest, looking away.
"Go ahead Meg. Explain. Make this make sense. Tell me why you thought it was a good idea to do this so soon after giving birth to triplets." Christine demanded.
When she worded it like that, it sounded even worse.