[having been told she has a visitor, she rises from her bed, still worn out and sore from her ordeal a week or so ago. she goes over to the entrance to visitors hall and holds out her hands to be uncuffed, and waits to be patted down before sheâs allowed through, and goes to sit down at the table sheâs been told to do, although when she sees who is sat opposite, she stops dead in her tracks, staring at her, and staring at the bundle in her arms, before slowly sinking down into her seat].....how did you get...
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[while watching disney channel, he sits upside down, as though he fell, head first off the couch and landed head first, but instead of recoiling and getting up, or crying, he just chills out there, watching his show upside down]
[after a long day at daycare, he runs to Maria when he sees her, pouting with arms outstretched] âRia. Donât wanna go daycare ânyâmore. Wanna go home.
They say that lightning never strikes in the same place twice..
To say that Rowanâs life went downhill from the day that she had to leave the group home and school to support herself after ageing out, would be a bit of an understatement. With no diploma, GED or any other kind of skills, she had to rely on sheer luck and a lot of doing whatever she could to make money in order to get by. She spent the first six months moving between couches and cheap motel rooms, and eventually through stealing, pick pocketing and other things that sheâd never admit to, managed to get an apartment on the shittier side of town which she called home. It had roaches, mold and nothing worked, but it was a roof over her head and she wasnât about to complain.
By the time she was nineteen, she had been ducking the cops in town for a while, and it came as a surprise to absolutely no one when she was finally booked on multiple counts of burglary and resisting arrest. She was sentenced to five years in the state pen, and it was there she found out the news that changed her life. She had gotten pregnant.
While Rowan had been trying to earn money, she had lost all sense of dignity. She did whatever she had to do to get by, and that included sleeping with men she wasnât interested in to get a free meal, or to steal their wallets. One of these encounters resulted in her son, Dylan, who she had originally decided to give up for adoption, but changed her mind at the last minute, instead surrendering him to foster care, where he would end up in the hands of non other than her ex flame, Maria Serrell.
When Rowan got out, the first thing she did was start fighting for Dylan to be returned to her, an endeavour that ended up not working out, as she saw the now four year old was desperate to stay with the only mother heâd ever known, even though throughout his life there were multiple periods of time where Dylan would be given to Rowan, which usually ended when she got in trouble with the law again.
It was when Dylan was six that the real irony begun. On a mission to secure a free meal, Rowan slept with the first person she could. She was cold, hungry and desperate. What she hadnât expected was to see the plus sign on the pee stick a few months later. This time she resolved to be different. She gained the support of the father, who helped her to move into a decent apartment. She made sure every outstanding charge she had against her was cleared, and in 2027, Amaya was born with both her parents happy to see her. Fast forward nine years, and very little has gotten worse in Rowanâs life.
The birth of her daughter has helped her to remain focused on staying legit, something she hasnât done before. She is fierce in making sure Amaya gets everything she needs, and makes sure she sees her father regularly. The same canât be said for her relationship with Dylan, which, if anything has gotten 150 times worse since his half sister was born. Now, Amaya is a well adjusted nine year old, who adores her brother, even as he ignores her. Rowanâs life remains complicated, especially when it comes to her relationship with Maria, who mysteriously, has not been able to maintain a relationship since Rowan got out of jail..
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Little one, when you play,
Pay no heed what they say.
Let your eyes sparkle and shine,
Never a tear, baby of mine.
Laying in her hospital bed, Rowan could feel the cold metal of the handcuff on her ankle, she could hear the chain attached to it rattling. Most importantly though, she could see and feel her newborn son as he slept in her arms, after she had spent hours poking him gently in an attempt to keep him awake. She just wanted to see him, see his eyes, let him see her. She wanted him to hear her when she spoke to him in hushed tones, in an attempt to not show any weakness to the female prison guard who had set up camp beside her in an arm chair.Â
She was physically broken, her tiny body exhausted after hours of contractions inside the jail, a few more at the hospital, then the entire ordeal of labor afterward. When she had gone into labor in her cube, the guards had told her to wait it out for a few hours until things were happening more frequently. By the time she actually got to the hospital, things were fast and furious. The baby had arrived at seven thirty in the evening, wailing and flailing as the doctors placed him onto Rowanâs chest as it heaved with the effort of what she had just done.
She had told them specifically not to put him on her chest. She had told them that she was signing a permanent release of rights as soon as he was born and that he would be going to adoptive parents. The counsellor in jail had called around and found somewhere for him with a couple from Phoenix. They were teachers, had been together eight years, had a nice house with a yard and a dog and were desperate for a child. She had never met them, but trusted that he would be fine. That was, however until she met those big brown eyes with her own.Â
Never before had she felt such a wave of emotion. A rush of love, protection, fear and more than anything else, guilt. How could she have denied this child the right to the life he shouldâve had? One that meant he stayed with his birth family, like she had always wanted for herself. She had gone around in a circle and ended up exactly where she had begun, but instead was looking in from a window as all that she had gone through happened to her own child, and that made her feel physically sick. The only saving grace was that she knew her son would immediately go to his forever family, whereas she was never given that shot.
While she was cleaned up, and even after, she spoke to him. She told him in a quiet whisper all the dreams she had had while she was free about how life would be if she ever got a chance to do better than her own mother had done, her dreams for him as he grew older, and she apologised..she apologised for over three hours for what she was putting him through. She apologised for not being able to be his mother. She refused to cry, she knew that she was doing the right thing.
She had placed a call a couple of hours after Dylan arrived, her voice quivering when she told the woman on the other end of the phone that he was here, and that she needed to see her right away. She needed to see someone from her old life. Lacey was as good as her word and arrived at ten oâclock the next day, even though Rowan knew it would be really putting her out of her way. She walked into the room, expression unsure of what she would find. She looked at Rowan and Dylan a long minute, before saying gently â...Hi..â her voice trailed off as she stepped closer. Rowan could feel her stomach twisting while she watched the woman who had seen her grow from an angry child to an angrier teenager into a damaged young adult. All she wanted to do was to hide. Her hormones were all over the place, and the voice in her brain didnât match the one in her heart.Â
Once Lacey was close enough to see the baby, who had fallen asleep at this point in Rowanâs arms, she smiled softly âHeâs beautiful.â She looked over her shoulder at the half awake guard, before turning her head toward the younger woman once more. She wouldâve loved to have sat down after hauling herself off the couch in the middle of a movie and the long drive, but that didnât look like an option at present. When Rowan spoke she prefaced it with a big, bracing breath, something that didnât go unnoticed by Lacey â...I canât do it, Lace.â she said shakily, expression seeming almost relieved that she was able to say it out loud. Her old friend frowned in confusion, but she wasnât by any means confused enough to not understand what Rowan was talking about â..But you said that this was what you wanted, Rowan. When I spoke to you last week, you said theyâd found a family for him.â She wasnât sure what had changed her mind, but judging by the determined look on the new motherâs face, she wasnât about to give up without a fight.
âThey did,â Rowan conceded âBut I canât.â her voice broke on the last word, causing her to turn her head in shame to hide the show of emotional weakness. She took a deep breath to brace herself once more, and looked down at the baby, focusing on him to steady herself â...I canât..I canât let him go knowing that Iâll never see him again. I canât. I just canât.â there was no point in hiding it from this point. Tears slid down her cheeks as her voice broke once more âI canât let him go away. Heâs mine.â she leaned down and kissed the babyâs head for a long moment before lifting her head and meeting Laceyâs gaze. Slowly she extended her arms toward her âTake him.â the other woman stepped back smartly, looking at Rowan as though she was nuts âYou canât be serious.â she cried incredulously âRowan, Iâve got no jurisdiction here, I canât take him. I donât have a foster lined up, a potential family..â she was cut off by the younger woman who held the baby to her chest once more âI donât care about that. I know youâll find him a family.â she took a deep breath âI want him to be at home. If he canât be with me, I want him to be close by. With people that I know. I know I canât keep him. I know the state wonât let me keep him, but at least I can rest easy knowing heâs in Greensville.â she watched as Lacey bit her lip, knowing she had made it impossible for the other woman to say no. It was true, Lacey had little jurisdiction so far out of Greensville, but she could make it work. It was like her super power. Lacey seemed to be invincible.
Watching as the woman slowly nodded her head, Rowan took a deep breath. She had timed this so that Lacey would arrive just before her twenty four hours were up. Having already called her counsellor and told her that sheâd changed her mind, nothing was stopping the baby from being taken back to Greensville. All Rowan had to do was hand him over. That seemed to be the worst bit. She brushed her finger across his eyelashes a few times, waiting for his eyes to flutter open. Once they were she kissed his nose once again, a sob escaping from the back of her throat. She closed her eyes tight to try and hold in tears, but they escaped anyway, flying down her cheeks and dropping onto his tiny, perfect knuckles. She whispered to him âI love you.â before holding him out to Lacey. Then, all she could do was watch, and cry as her son was taken away.Â
