Anwyle Brackwater

A time apart

Anne laid her hand on her ever growing belly as she stood in front of the mirror in her room.  the bump was starting to become noticeable to her below all of the baggy clothing she had started wearing, but it wouldn’t be long before she would start to hear the whispers going around the camp.  Even though she had started feeling the tension of the people who had been returning from war she knew it wouldn’t hinder their ability to see her form getting bigger each passing week.

Sighing Anne decided to lay down on the bed and wait for the nightly ritual to come where she would sit and talk to Locke for a few hours and mostly just listen to his voice when he talked of how his day was and got updates on the dogs.  She was having a hard time trying to rectify her choices and wondered how long it would be that she could off on telling him.  her conscious also started gnawing away at her, or at least what she believed to be.  She knew she had to tell him.  That she probably should have before he had left, but again the grating voice telling her one thing or another kept on picking away at her every time she really thought about it.

So for now she would just pray to the Light above for guidance and hope that he wouldn’t just show up one of these days for a visit and await hearing his voice and getting to spend whatever time she could with him before the inevitable time where she would say what exactly was going on and hoping for a better ending than the one she had envisioned in her mind and while she mused, her comm started to buzz and yet again she was forced to hide the bittersweet truth from him yet again.