"Yeah, three and a half months, which is a lot of time," Darcy reluctantly agreed, tacking on, "but it doesn't feel like it. You know what I mean? It just makes me nervous." Eventually, Darcy would have to get a job, and then what? Who was going to watch her kids then? She'd have to find someone she trusted enough to do it full time or else hope like hell she could find a work at home position...but even then, she'd need someone to help her. The more she thought about it, the more she missed Ethan...and the more she hated Marcus for leaving her.
Though, Phoebe's enthusiasm and sense of community spirit was starting to make Darcy feel a little more relaxed. "You think so? I wish so much that my kids would have a dad. I never wanted to do it this way. I was sure Marcus would stick around; I was positive he'd be just as excited as I was. He wasn't," she muttered.
Brightening slightly, Darcy clung, too, to the thing that Phoebe mentioned that they'd had in common. And what a thing to have — Manhattan. God, she missed it so much...London was nice, but it would never be the Big Apple and Lawrence couldn't even wish hold a candle to either of them. "Cool, what did you do? In Manhattan, I mean?"