‘Had it really been a year and a half since his family was truly complete?’ Patrick thought to himself as he watched his one year old daughter squirm around silently in her cot. She would never know (perhaps one day) the struggles his wife and him bared until the coming days of her adoption. Coupled by the internal scarring of Shelagh’s infertility and his, the mental scaring left after the war.
Chapter Two :
The wind swirled around her on the abandoned pier, the rusty railing creaked against the September air was the only noise heard on the deserted area. The salty air invaded the senses as she tried to clear the worries of her head. A number of thoughts and feelings were felt that she finally had the urge, the need to cry. Alone on the pier seemed appropriate, a place aside from her everyday life where she felt secluded and could physical express her internal battle.
Shelagh Mannion felt like she was suffocating as she rolled out of bed. Unable to bare the turmoil as she bent over the porcelain sink. Her reflection in the mirror was no different than any other day, but she couldn’t recognize the woman that stared back at her. What was she doing, or rather, why were her thoughts consumed of him? The woman before her shouldn’t have these feelings. “Get it together Shelagh, this isn’t like you.” Determination filled her eyes as she turned to ready herself for the day, which had an air of misfortune already about it.
First light peeked its way through the drawn curtains of the flat’s master bedroom where the established couple of two years slept soundly. The light of summer caught Patrick’s eye as he began to stir, accompanied by a faint stirring from his daughter in the nursery. Usually Shelagh would have been up by the crack of dawn, but after the night they had, he wasn’t surprised. Patrick smirked to himself a bit proudly. Angela wasn’t wailing in distress over the baby monitor, he could sneak in a couple of minutes just watching his wife. Watching her sleep with content in her stilled, peaceful slumber was one of his favorite views. ‘God’ he thought, she is so beautiful and his, completely.
A few edits I have made, they’re so in love it wasn’t hard to make these *sighs*.
Once I do a bit more writing and feel confident in my work, this will be the master’s page of my fictions.