Re: Bo, Sook, and Elli
Sook was exhausted by the time Elli was down for the night; Sook's body ached and felt battered and bruised though she'd go through it all a hundred thousand times over for her tiny little baby. Elli was, blissfully, more like Sook than Nigel. Her blonde hair and big eyes, and she definitely had the Stackhouse chubby cheeks. Elli was as perfect as Adele was.
She had collapsed in bed five minutes after Elli had fallen asleep and hadn't felt anything wrong at all. She didn't stir when there were footsteps, but she did feel something press into her head. Sleep hazed, Sook felt someone's mind broadcasting all over the place; a mess of images, emotions and thoughts. She frowned slightly in her sleep and turned.
Her eyes sprang open and she bolted upright, ready to leap up and grab any weapon she could. That was until she saw who it was.
"Jesus fucking H Christ, Bo..." she whispered and put her hand on her chest. "You scared me half to death."