sarah grant 🇺🇸 [steve rogers] (charcoal) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-04-13 21:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, r * laura, r: sarah grant |
WHO: Sarah Grant & her momma!
WHEN: April 8
WHERE: Grandma's
SUMMARY: Sarah & her mom get breakfast!
WARNINGS: N/A
“It’s so good to see you,” her mother said, leaning forward slightly against the table between them. “I know I said that when we first arrived, but…” The smile on her mother’s face was slow and warm, the sort Sarah remembered well from her childhood. “It bears repeating.” Sarah groaned playfully, but the smile on her face had no venom in it. “Ugh, Mom, we’re in public.” Though the main reason her parents had driven down to Virginia had been for Aleida’s baby shower, her mother had sought Sarah out specifically for some mother-daughter time while Sarah allowed her father to putz around the house doing minor repairs. It’d been a long time since the two Grant women had time alone together, and it wasn’t until they sat down at Grandma’s for breakfast that Sarah realized just how much she’d missed her mother. The dull ache of homesickness never really went away. Sarah had just gotten good at ignoring it and pushing it aside. She took a sip from the coffee cup between her hands. “I missed you too,” she admitted, though it wasn’t really a secret she was holding onto tightly or trying to hide. “I’m glad you could come down here. I know it means a lot to Alee.” Her mother reached out across the table and placed a gentle hand on Sarah’s wrist. “We wanted to see both of you,” Martha insisted. Sarah hadn’t meant for her mother to think that she thought they weren’t interested in her. It was just that Alee was the one going through something huge, and to know that their parents were able to get over whatever hang-ups they had in order to be there? That had lifted an enormous weight off Sarah’s shoulders, and she could only imagine how it felt for her baby sister. “I know, Mom, I know.” She let go of the coffee cup so she could turn her hand over and grasp her mother’s, briefly. “It means a lot to me, too.” There was a beat of silence that was almost uncomfortable as Sarah struggled to figure out what to say next, but her mother beat her to the punch: “It was lovely to see Margaret again, too. She is really such a beautiful young woman.” Silently, Sarah wondered if they could really consider themselves ‘young,’ but she pushed that thought aside as a blush creeped over her cheeks. Her heart hammered in her chest. They’d never had a conversation about what Margaret meant to her. She was sure that her parents had suspicions, after Thanksgiving dinner, but she’d avoided it and so had they, content to believe the dark-haired woman was their daughter’s good friend. It was more obvious, now, that there was more to it. “Sarah.” Her mother’s voice had taken on a firm tone all of a sudden, and it forced Sarah to look up. “We want you to be happy.” Sarah inhaled. “That’s all we’ve ever wanted.” It was easy to say that, Sarah thought, but it was another to back that up in actions. Her father had never been shy about his opinions. But her mother… Her mother would love her, no matter what, right? “I love her,” Sarah admitted quietly, a flood of emotion bubbling up inside. “I love her.” |