๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ the new baby here, a son, nick insisted on some for a help in the beginning. did he think amy incapable of multitasking, incapable of being a mother as well as a wife ? after everything they had been through, the lesson she forced him to learn, she would've thought that he would have known better than to make those kind of comments. however, she could clearly see the immediate hesitation afterward ... a flash of nerves before she smiled, not genuine, & reassured him that his idea was reasonable, almost perfect even. ( media buzz surrounding her return to her husband, fending off a wound be attacker as she was 'held captive' had died down but surely people know the name 'amy elliot dunne' from that time. ) hands continue to carefully wash dishes from the sink, warm water soothing over hands as sponge scrubs hard on ceramic.
@ensane SAID, " I'M SORRY. IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN. "
eyes shoot up at the sound of a shattering noise, blue eyes hardening immediately to see a picture frame broken on the floor in front of her fireplace. a pause, body stiffening as brain tries to decide on how she was suppose to react--'absolute clutz, can't even do her job right' mind echos but amy simply set her sponge down, dries hands, & walks over with another fake smile pressed onto lips. โ accidents happen, right ? โ tone does not reflect her inward feelings, it's higher as if she doesn't mind a little glass on her hardwood. news flash: she does. โ just be careful sweeping up the glass, alright ? i'll let mr dunne know he needs to pick up a new frame for our wedding picture. โ
