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Bethany Richards ([info]hard_edge) wrote in [info]city_limits,
@ 2009-07-22 20:38:00
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Current mood: touched

Future (Bethany's Epilogue)
February 14, 2015
5.30 a.m.


When Bethany had been pregnant it had in fact felt like the entire world was out to get her. Her clothes had no longer fit her, she hadn't been able to wear the heels she loved so much, and God forbid she had even gone so far as to think about torturing anybody who in her mind had deserved it.

Honestly, though, Bethany was one of those women that everybody loved to hate, especially whilst pregnant, because she had somehow managed to make being pregnant really sexy, even if she hadn't felt in any way sexy given that she had been bloated and generally really uncomfortable.

Apparently kicking her bladder had been super duper fun for the baby.

Sometimes she caught herself wondering why she was having the baby again, but then she'd see scans and remember. It was... nauseating and stomach turning, but she supposed it was the way that all parents felt, especially mothers given that they were in fact carrying another life in their womb. She had become far to accustomed with ending life so giving it had taken some... adjusting to.

When the whiteout had happened and Bethany had unconsciously spoken her mind she never would have thought she would ask for what she did: good health for her child. It was selfless and it wasn't often that this trait made itself known in the blonde Slayer who worried that she may have been softened by motherhood, only to field this fear several weeks after Elizabeth's birth by disposing of another troublesome dancer.

It was in that moment that Bethany realised that it was okay to be soft around her child and the man she loved, just as long as the rest of the world didn't see it.

The sleepless nights she could do without, though.

Some nights - especially the ones where she walked in on a sleeping Darian with a peaceful baby girl wrapped up in his strong arms - she didn't mind so much because they reminded her of everything she had and the things she had to look forward to. A slow smile touched her lips before Bethany covered the distance, pressing a kiss to Elizabeth's head before doing the same to Darian, right over where that one silver hair was.

"Happy Valentine's day, lover."



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