All three women: Char, Cassie, and Lucy, had moved into the house in West End, but it was far from being finished. There was alot of painting to do before any of the more bulky furniture was brought in, so Charlotte suggested they all get to work.
Cassie had been so kind as to tell Charlotte she'd paint the baby's room so that the fumes would be totally gone by the time she was born. Charlotte would have done it herself, but it was, in fact, a rather small area with no window. She kindly took Cassie up on her offer, allowing her to get it painted.
Lucy said she was painting her room pink and purple and seemed genuinely excited about working on it. Charlotte promised to help her, but for now, Charlotte wanted to finish the first room she and Cassie had started. Once Aiden was put down for his nap, Charlotte went into the livingroom, now painted a very neutral tan color and laid out the painting cloth under the door frame.
Dragging a chair over to stand on, Charlotte carefully climbed on top with a very fine paintbrush and a small jar of dark green paint. Around the edges of the frame, Charlotte began free handing some ivy. It was a tedious job, but Charlotte looked forward to the finished product. She loved this house and it was going to look nice. It had to.
Hours passed. Charlotte changed colors periodically to different shades of greens and yellows, blending them together perfectly on the wall, adding to the effect. It almsot nearly looked real. Soon, she had surrounded both archways: the one that led to the foyer and the one that led to the kitchen. Standing back, Charlotte smiled admiring her handywork. Perfect timing, really, because it was then that she heard Aiden's bedroom door squeak as it opened and his little feet pitterpatter down the hall to the stairs.
It made her smile. Visions of her unborn child at that age swam into her mind, with Aiden holding her hand, helping her down the stairs. She blinked. What an odd thing to imagine, but she looked forward to moments like that. Having a nearly three year old was wonderful. Charlotte truly learned things from her son every day and just simply couldn't get enough of him. But she was excited about the baby. Her first breath, her first smile, first laugh, first word, first step....first time everything. Children were such a joy!
But even with all the good in her new life, Charlotte knew she would never be completely whole. Perhaps...without...well, you know, she never would be. That simple fact robbed her of her happiness in that moment. Would the feeling of despair ever go away?
Shaken from her thoughts.
"Momma!" Aiden stood in the doorway of the livingroom in just a little shirt and a diaper. His blonde hair was toussled and standing on end in one section. He gave her a grin, binky still in his mouth of course, and padded over to her.
Charlotte melted. Her life was everything it needed to be in that moment.
Cassie had been so kind as to tell Charlotte she'd paint the baby's room so that the fumes would be totally gone by the time she was born. Charlotte would have done it herself, but it was, in fact, a rather small area with no window. She kindly took Cassie up on her offer, allowing her to get it painted.
Lucy said she was painting her room pink and purple and seemed genuinely excited about working on it. Charlotte promised to help her, but for now, Charlotte wanted to finish the first room she and Cassie had started. Once Aiden was put down for his nap, Charlotte went into the livingroom, now painted a very neutral tan color and laid out the painting cloth under the door frame.
Dragging a chair over to stand on, Charlotte carefully climbed on top with a very fine paintbrush and a small jar of dark green paint. Around the edges of the frame, Charlotte began free handing some ivy. It was a tedious job, but Charlotte looked forward to the finished product. She loved this house and it was going to look nice. It had to.
Hours passed. Charlotte changed colors periodically to different shades of greens and yellows, blending them together perfectly on the wall, adding to the effect. It almsot nearly looked real. Soon, she had surrounded both archways: the one that led to the foyer and the one that led to the kitchen. Standing back, Charlotte smiled admiring her handywork. Perfect timing, really, because it was then that she heard Aiden's bedroom door squeak as it opened and his little feet pitterpatter down the hall to the stairs.
It made her smile. Visions of her unborn child at that age swam into her mind, with Aiden holding her hand, helping her down the stairs. She blinked. What an odd thing to imagine, but she looked forward to moments like that. Having a nearly three year old was wonderful. Charlotte truly learned things from her son every day and just simply couldn't get enough of him. But she was excited about the baby. Her first breath, her first smile, first laugh, first word, first step....first time everything. Children were such a joy!
But even with all the good in her new life, Charlotte knew she would never be completely whole. Perhaps...without...well, you know, she never would be. That simple fact robbed her of her happiness in that moment. Would the feeling of despair ever go away?
Shaken from her thoughts.
"Momma!" Aiden stood in the doorway of the livingroom in just a little shirt and a diaper. His blonde hair was toussled and standing on end in one section. He gave her a grin, binky still in his mouth of course, and padded over to her.
Charlotte melted. Her life was everything it needed to be in that moment.