#childrenofslumber

Celeste sat down across from Ollie. "Hi..." She said softly. She was nervous. She'd never really been nervous around him but now she was. Hell she was scared. Worried and feeling a bit nauseous.

"I need to tell you something." She whispered with a frown. "So you remember when I came over and we downed like three bottles of wine a few weeks ago?" She asked.

"I'm pregnant." She admitted. "I'm sorry...it's my fault I didn't-" Tears filled her eyes. "Please don't be angry with me."

( barbie (2023) )

ASK MEME || ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

"Who said I want you to touch me?" Eleanor asks coyly, peering up at the male with a tilted head and feigned innocence from where she sat on the couch, leaning back against her palms. Truth was, she absolutely did want him to touch her, her body was practically buzzing with want for it, but she wasn't about to give in so easily.

"I said I wasn't hungry." Sola said with a sigh. She did not wish to speak with anyone. Not ever today. Having to march through the streets of Theed. As her baby sister lay still. Locking her away in that tomb.

Tears threatened to fall, she wouldn't let them. She couldn't. She didn't want to show weakness. She knew who did this. It was the Senate. The new empire.

Sola took a breath. "How am I supposed to move on?"

@childrenofslumber said: “you’re my family. i take care of my family! ” -tavara

"I...don't know what that means." Karma said with honesty and unintended sadness. A feeling of family was unknown. She didn't want pity. There wasn't actually an inch of sadness on her features that was present. Maybe, it was the lack of understanding that made it so sad.

Family was foreign to her. The only two people she ever called mom and dad locked her in the temple for decades. She received mother's love from Haerra. Borris was her brother. The two of them accepted her. They loved her the best way that they could. By teaching her how to fight, giving a roof over her head, and making sure she was stronger than most for her size.

Celeste sat on her window looking out. Watching her younger children play. "They are growing quickly. We only have two left at home." Celeste said softly as she heard her husband approach.

"Wait. Sorry, three counting Salem and he's acting out more than the children these days." She chuckled. "I wish I could help him. I do not know how to. With all he has been through. What he was made to think of himself." She frowned. "I hate when I cannot fix things. When I can't make things better."