Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-09-15 21:15:00 |
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Maryanne wasn't sure what had made her so domestic, if it was the beautiful man she shared her life with or if it was the baby that squirmed around in her womb. Or if it was simply something that was laying wait for just the perfect situation to appear. Whatever had caused it, she was oddly pleased, enjoying every moment taking care of Daryl, and the other poor souls of the island that were helpless when it came to cooking. She knew it was biased, and probably not fair-but she was the one that did the cooking and cleaning and all that- that she saved the best for him. The best cut of meat, the best of the veggies... Even the prettiest plate. Tonight it was country fried deer steak, potatoes and green beans, all stashed beneath a cover to keep it warm, though she had just finished frying up the meat. A cold beer, something she'd stashed away just for him on one of her many supermarket runs, sat next to the plate. Maryanne was currently dancing around the main dining room cleaning up, wiping down tables. The little things that made it lovely to come into in the morning. Making everything in the 50s soda fountain styled restaurant shine. Without over exerting herself of course. All the cleaners she used baby safe. The only thing that wasn't themed was her. After that first opening night, she had gone back to wearing pregnancy clothes. With each week that passed she looked more and more so, even to the most oblivious person there was no doubting that she was. Maryanne looked more like she was four months along rather than just two. And baby was progressing just as fast. Which was why she'd made tonight special. She wanted to spoil Daryl as rotten as she could, before their baby came, because she knew most of their time would be spent with Baby Dixon for a long time after. And she'd found out what the baby was going to be. Something she wanted to surprise him with. So she busied herself, humming a little tune, waiting for that bell to ring over the door to announce his presence. Trying not to be anxious, trying not to bounce all over the place. And most of all trying to keep that serenity she'd felt upon seeing that tiny little squirmy bundle on the screen. |