#leander 130

There was a brief moment of fear with the Games. A micro-expression of a furrowed brow and glassy eyes that lasted for only a second. She needed to do this, despite how her family felt, despite how much she had trained with Pepper. It was necessary. Hazel sighed as she leaned against the counter on Seven’s floor and she began to grill Leander for information, “Okay, so, how do I get good sponsors – like what do they even want from me?”

“If you take Neme now, I can maybe talk to the sponsors for an hour or –” Moxie sighed, feeling the tug at her heartstrings as she bounced the fussy baby in her arms, unconvinced she’d ever settle down. “Or we all three ignore the Games and try to take a nap?” She suggested, eyes feeling heavier than ever. She glanced up hopefully toward her boyfriend, gently shushing her daughter, “Do you think we can get away with it?”