Rhy'Din was very different from their homeland. Full of strange people and creatures, futuristic gadgets and old school mages who used magicks. One thing Rhy'Din had that the town of Wicklow didn't was a decent paying job for Connor and a smaller house payment each month.
Trying to support a family of 7, soon to be 8 was difficult to say the least. Utilities, groceries, clothing and more certainly cost the McLoughlin family a pretty penny.
Morgan stood in the middle of their barren livingroom, forlorn expression on her face and hands idly rubbing her belly. Connor was outside discussing things with the movers; Molly, the nanny, was showing their autistic son, Seamus, around the house; while the rest of the kids argued upstairs over who got what room to sleep in.
Morgan was nervous, to say the least. There were only two more months until the last installment to the McLoughlin family was born and she wasn't even sure this new life was going to work out for them. It had to, though. There weren't any other options. None of the kids were overly ecstatic about this sudden relocation: away from their friends and extended family, but Connor assured them all that they would adjust quickly and make new friends. Morgan did her best to back her husband's words, but there were a few seeds of doubt within her own mind. Most of the time, she remained quiet when asked how she felt about the move.
A faint tug on her skirt drew Morgan away from her thoughts, smiling down at her seven year old son, Seamus and smoothing his hair. The movers were lugging in the larger pieces of furniture and Morgan was in the way.
"Coem ohn, bab. Whot sae we gouh foind soemthin' tah eat, yeah?"
Trying to support a family of 7, soon to be 8 was difficult to say the least. Utilities, groceries, clothing and more certainly cost the McLoughlin family a pretty penny.
Morgan stood in the middle of their barren livingroom, forlorn expression on her face and hands idly rubbing her belly. Connor was outside discussing things with the movers; Molly, the nanny, was showing their autistic son, Seamus, around the house; while the rest of the kids argued upstairs over who got what room to sleep in.
Morgan was nervous, to say the least. There were only two more months until the last installment to the McLoughlin family was born and she wasn't even sure this new life was going to work out for them. It had to, though. There weren't any other options. None of the kids were overly ecstatic about this sudden relocation: away from their friends and extended family, but Connor assured them all that they would adjust quickly and make new friends. Morgan did her best to back her husband's words, but there were a few seeds of doubt within her own mind. Most of the time, she remained quiet when asked how she felt about the move.
A faint tug on her skirt drew Morgan away from her thoughts, smiling down at her seven year old son, Seamus and smoothing his hair. The movers were lugging in the larger pieces of furniture and Morgan was in the way.
"Coem ohn, bab. Whot sae we gouh foind soemthin' tah eat, yeah?"