It was too much. With all the recent issues in their relationship, this was the last straw for all of Meg's bottled up emotions. Even if she knew it was her fault, she hated that Christine was angry with her right now.
If the woman wasn't overworked, she was annoyed. If she wasn't annoyed she was angry with her. Meg couldn't help the way the tears sprung to her eyes unbidden.
Christine's impatient foot tapping and the demanding arch of her brow didn't help in the slightest.
"I'm sorry.. I just.. I just wanted to help! You've been so overworked and stressed that I felt like I should do something!" Meg blurted.
Christine seemed unmoved, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest.
It only hurt more when Christine seemed unwilling to understand. Surely, if the roles were reversed, Christine would do something similar.
"Meg. You can do something. Get the children and go home. You need to rest. I'm already doing too much as you said. I don't need to be worrying about you on top of that." Christine snapped.
She flinched back like she was slapped, bottom lip wobbling against her will. She wrapped her arms around herself and nodded in understanding.
"Can.. can I just let them know that I'm quitting?" Meg found herself questioning.
She didn't want to push Christine too much when she was already this worked up. She'd end up giving herself a heart attack at this rate.
"No. Just.. just go. I can't look at you right now." Christine uttered, turning away.
She watched as the other woman walked away, muffling a small sob. She headed inside despite what she'd been told. She needed to pull herself together.
Meg would be damned if she made a fool of herself by walking down the street while this distressed.
It was already embarassing that the costumers coming in and out probably overheard their 'conversation'.
They probably got the wrong idea. They probably thought Christine was controlling and a bad partner.
They wouldn't understand that it was all well deserved because she was an idiot. They wouldn't understand that she'd brought that upon herself for even going through with this plan.
She headed into the bathroom and tossed water on her cheeks before gently dabbing them dry.
Once she felt more in control, she headed out and walked out of the store entirely. She didn't offer anyone a second glance and no one tried to stop her.
She wasn't sure if that made her feel better or worse. It was some awkward mixture of both at this point. She shook that off and continued on her way.
Picking up the children only made her feel worse because of the way Sorelli had been looking at her her the whole time. Almost expectantly. But she'd dutifully ignored it as best as she could.
Once they were home, she cuddled up in bed with all three of her babies. She stroked Luc's hair, being careful to avoid the soft part of his head.
Despite the disaster that the day had become, it was nice to be reunited with her babies. She'd missed them more than anything.