Leah Stone (reapinghavok) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-11-09 22:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [11] november, evan, leah |
WHO: Leah and Evan
WHEN: November 10, 2019; morning
WHERE: Infirmary waiting area
WHAT: Chatting before meeting the godson.
RATING: Medium, maybe.
Part of her felt guilty for not joining the throng that had been in the waiting area of the infirmary all night, waiting for news about Rae, but Leah just didn’t see the point of sitting idly around for who knew how long. Babies could take hours to be born — Marigold hadn't, but that was under different circumstances. There wasn’t any sense in wasting the time when she knew everyone important would get a call the moment Rae was ready for visitors. That and she didn’t particularly want to sit in the tiny waiting area. Prison infirmaries, at least not this one, hadn’t been built to have a proper waiting room. It wasn’t quite claustrophobia that she suffered from, but it was damn close. She’d waited until she got the call this morning. All the other people who’d been waiting during the night had gotten the chance to see EJ, now Leah was patiently awaiting her turn. As per usual when she was anxious, she was pacing the floor. Another reason why she hadn’t wanted to be in a crowded office-turned-waiting-area. Evan was supposed to be here, too. Yet another reason why Leah was nervous. She hadn’t seen him much since their last disagreement, although they’d sort of resolved that disagreement over the network the day before. As EJ’s godfather, he should’ve been one of the first to see the baby. But he hadn’t come, for whatever reason. There was a hesitance in the air, too. Of seeing EJ. So many people were excited about his arrival. Leah was, too, but there was an equal mix of worry in there, too. Worry that her and Evan’s child, which, at twelve weeks, was only a small bump, wouldn’t have as heartfelt a welcome. It was a ridiculous thought, of course, but she couldn’t help but feel extra protective. There was no going back now. Her decision to keep the baby couldn’t be unmade. She paused to take a calming breath, before continuing to make her rounds through the small room. When she heard the door to Rae's room open, she looked up to see Evan. She moistened her lips, trying to decide how to greet him. A smile, a hello, a hug, a kiss? None of them felt appropriate. They never did, when following a disagreement. “Morning,” was the greeting she finally decided on. |