InsaneJournal

Who: Guinevere and Open!
Where: The Park
When: Now XD
Rating: Not too high, but there’s a passing comment on a sensitive subject
Status: Incomplete

Gwen couldn’t handle being inside any longer than she had to,, plus Abigail had to get some fresh air for a little while every day. Arthur had pretty much forced sleep on her, even though she knew she needed it, and after she woke up she declared she was going for a walk and bundled Abigail up in her warmest coat before placing her in the pram they had. She had to admit, these prams were one of the best things she had when it came to Abi. It made it so much easier to get around without carrying her everywhere. Soon, she was walking to the park as her daughter snuffled and cooed in the warm safety of the pram.

Guinevere had found it hard to let her daughter go in every situation. She knew those around her could be trusted; Arthur, Morgana, Merlin, even Uther. And yet every time she let her go or let her out of her sight, her heart would clench and she wouldn’t be at peace. It didn’t matter how often she told herself she was being ridiculous, she couldn’t never settle without Abigail near. She just wanted to be the best mother she could be, and she wouldn’t be that if she wasn’t there for her.

Part of Gwen wondered, and part of her knew, where it came from. Growing up without a mother had been extremely hard and, even though her mother did not leave her life willingly, she occasionally found herself resenting her for leaving. For getting ill, and leaving her and Elyan and her father without the warm comfort of her. And she did not want Abigail to have moments of resentment. It would kill her. And then of course there was that other voice in her head; what if I lose her? She heard horror stories, women waking to find their babies lifeless. That thought alone terrified her to her core and made her blood run cold. She seemed to lose the most precious things to her a lot. Her mother, Elyan and her father. Morgana was taken from her, even if she had been returned she wasn’t fully herself. She wouldn’t be surprised if fate made her lose Merlin and Arthur too. Life just seemed to go that way.

But she wouldn’t let herself lose Abigail.

Stopping for a moment by the lake, she put the brakes on the pram and sat next to it on a bench, her fingers slowly running over the soft skin of her daughter’s cheek. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, before she met her daughter’s smile with one of her own.