Lady Jacqueline Falsworth-Crichton (ladyjac) wrote in tomorrowtoday, @ 2013-05-12 22:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | spitfire |
Narrative: Jac's Mother's Day.
Characters: Lady Jac
NPCs: --
Location: Jac's room
Timeline: Sunday 12 May 2013
Description: Mother's Day was always hard for Jac.
Rating: G
Jac tried to live up to expectation. Calm and controlled. Kind without being a pushover. Ladylike, perhaps that was the best term.
There were, however, two days when she was a complete, ugly, sopping mess: Kenneth's birthday and Mother's Day.
She supposed she couldn't complain. If one had a weakness, it was convenient to have one that was faithful to the calendar and able to be planned around.
Jac prepared for it with the meticulousness of a military mission. Her handkerchiefs were pressed, a neat stack on hand. Consuela made extra soup she wouldn't eat, which was sitting in the refrigerator, ready to be heated. Photo albums at the ready for when she inevitably felt the need to torture herself with baby pictures. She'd even put the second best sheets on the bed, the floral ones that wouldn't show the stains from blood-tinted tears. If she was going to be a mess, she'd at least be a considerate mess and not give the laundress extra scrubbing to do. Yes, Jac did try to think of everything.
And yet, the event always took her by surprise. The sheer agony of it. Like labor pains. It never seemed as bad when you thought about it after the fact, though in your mind you bloody well knew it was the worst pain you'd ever suffered. Though with labor, at least you had a perfect little baby to console you...
Oh Kenneth. Why?