InsaneJournal

Sonya unlocked the door to her apartment, forcing the emotions and memories in the back of her mind where they couldn't disturb her. She almost  expected that Tsung would appear again, but the fact that it wasn't even 'her' Tsung, that he was from an alternate realm, that made her head hurt. In her mind, the memory of her husband vanishing last January, the fear, combined with the pain and anger when she was in labor still strong. When it passed, she thought she could handle a visit from Shang Tsung, now, she wasn't so certain.

If there was one thing she hated, it was uncertainty.

Dismissing the nanny, she made a bee line for her son's room, right across from her own in the cozy apartment. He was awake when she peered over his crib, visibly on the verge of crying even as she let him grip her finger in his tiny hand. She looked up at the clock placed over his changing table; it was close to his feeding time anyway.

Holding him carefully, she made her way to the kitchen, having enough energy to conjure and prepare a bottle with 'people milk' she stored in the fridge-a tip she received from a female soldier on base.  A final twist sealed the bottle before she was able to feed him.