Bradley Krasner will whip up something tasty (confectionist) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-02-11 16:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-24, bradley, linnea |
the shore is wearing thin
WHO | Linnea & Bradley
WHERE | Phonelines → Niemi Property
WHEN | Early afternoon
Bradley had spent the better part of the morning in his garden, tending to his flowers, herbs, and vegetables while Bean loped in the grass. The tiny rabbit nibbled on grass while his ward was busy helping his garden grow. Enjoying yourself? 'Yes! It's been a while since we were out here.' Well, it's nearly fall, so the ground's getting ready to get colder. You may not like it quite as much. Bean hopped over Bradley's foot and poked his nose tentatively at a tomato plant. 'No thank you. I will freeze my feet off!' When he was satisfied with the way his plants had perked up, Bradley returned inside and called Linnea. Dialing her number caused his stomach to do a little flip flop; it made him nervous to know that Kajsa had told him about her situation before she had confided in Linnea. He didn't mind her coming to him. On the contrary, it made him feel needed. As a parent though, he knew it couldn't have been easy for Linnea.
"Hey," he smiled into the phone when she picked up. "Just checking to see if you had any plans for lunch. I thought I might swing by and whip something up, if you're in the mood." He bent over to pick up Bean and cupped him in his hand while he waited for Linnea's answer. His case of nerves was practically nonexistent when compared to how much he wanted to see the water elemental and run his hand over the growing swell of her belly. Loving Linnea went deeper than any worry or concern that he had over the paternity of her unborn child. He had stayed by her side, a friend hopelessly devoted to a married woman, and supported her in any way that he could have while Jokull was still alive. He did his best with her children, befriending the ones who would give him the time of day and not running away from the ones who made him feel uneasy -- so why would this child be any different? He wanted to believe that the child was his, that one day it would open its eyes and he would see two dark brown orbs staring back up at him. He imagined feeling the same thrill he felt when held Eva for the first time.
And that was why he was able to squash his doubt for periods of time. It would always resurface later and he would be forced to dwell even more, so he had learned to savor those moments when he could quiet his worries. He was determined to make today one of them. "Lunch and dessert of your choice, how's that sound?"