#mythicalmistake

              well that stung, time to retreat and lick her wounds.      ❛      GIVE ME MY FUCKING KEYS.      ❜     she isn’t leaving the bentley stranded with a bunch of dumb jocks, its sacrilege. hand thrusts out, palm facing up expecting very little delay. it doesn’t seem to matter the context of the words, just that they were said. and she is determined to retreat, to her secluded castle in the sky. jealously was such a nasty emotion, one hope wasn’t accustomed to. for specific reason, for moments like these.      ❛      …i’m going to go not be jealous anywhere you’re not.       ❜

            she’s been flicking the pregnancy test against her inner right palm for half an hour now. granting it nothing more than perfunctory glance – too startled to verbalize riot of emotions stockpiled in her gut. or was that nausea? morning sickness was an actual thing … there was a spell for this, something simple to confirm whether or not she was really, erm … with bun in zee oven?     ❛       I'M NOT - SURE ... IF,      ❜     gesture towards abdomen, can bean’s hear? if so, she refuses to use abort in a sentence ever again!      ❛      —-you’re you! and i’m me ! having an amazing idea of what a mom should be doesn’t mean i can emulate that.      ❜      she could flop ! she could fucking flop and leave this precious, innocent child with a world of mommy issues !     

INTENT GAZE REMAINS GLUED  to that slim device in her daughter’s hand, becoming a metronome whose beat she can’t help but follow. it’s not until the young girl  STOPS  tapping it to her palm and points to her stomach, that hayley is able to refocus her attention. there’s no judgement in her eyes. the wolf knows how it feels to be in a position you’re not at  ALL  prepared for, and yet she’s proof that it’s possible to push forward and find a whole new side of yourself that you never knew was within. if only she could ensure that for hope.  “ you do realize i made a handful of mistakes as a mom, don’t you?  the thing is, you grow from it. you learn how to be better. you learn what cry means they’re hungry and which means they’re tired. you grow as they grow. you begin to love someone more than yourself. yes, you’ll think you’re incapable of taking care of them at first, but you’ll make sacrifices that will make their life better. if you want to do this, if even a fraction of you does, you’ll have an advantage i didn’t: your mom by your side for it all.  ”  though she would have that regardless of her decision.

                    ❛      not   that   it’s      any      of   my   business      . . .      ❜      tone   apologetic      /      eyes   like   honey   fill   with   concern      ——      her      facade   of   bravado      fails   immediately   at   the   sight   of   another   in       danger      (      well .      maybe   not      danger ,      but   tessa   doesn’t   like   how      unpredictable      magic   can   be ,      and   this   certainly   seems   like   an      unpredictable      situation .      )      she   softens   her   voice ,      hopes   this   isn’t   annoying   because   she   doesn’t   mean   to      pry ,      but      ——      ❛      is   that   supposed   to   be   happening   ?      ❜

              BABY      BLUES      BLINK      ,      STARTLED      BY      the      openness      of      her      confession.      attachments     ?      love      ?      were      things      hope      actively  sought      to      avoid.     losing      both      parents      and      an      uncle      within      weeks      of      each      other      having      its      long      lasting      impact.      ❝      baby      ——      ❞      thumb      lightly      tracing      her      lower      lip      ,      auburn      tendrils      vigorously       bounce      as      her      head      gives    a      wild      shake.      ❝      .      .      .      please       don’t      that        to      yourself.      ❞      but      , yeah      –      god      damn      it      does      she      ever      love      her      too.

her     heart     hammers     beneath     her     ribcage,     the     liquid     courage     that     had     given     her     the     ability     to     speak     hadn’t     been     enough     to     keep     from     fear.     it     was     like     the     world     slowed     as     she     waited     for     hope     to     speak,     though     when     she     does     red     lips     tilt     downwards     ever     so     slightly     eyes     dropping     from     hers.       ❝      why?       ❞        her     voice     comes     out     softer     than     usual     eyes     making     their     way     back     to     hers.       ❝      why     is     it     bad     that     i     think     i'm     in     love     with     you?       ❞        eyes     unblinking     watching     her     trying     not     to     miss     anything.

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