In the three seconds it takes before her tiny infant daughter is safely born to having been placed, sticky and sobbing, onto Bedelia’s hastily exposed chest and welcoming arms, her entire world tilts on its axis, and the carefully constructed existence and happiness she had once enjoyed with only Hannibal by her side jolts painfully, settling into a dull ache as Mira cries angrily, her tiny baby fists pummelling Bedelia’s chest in search of the heartbeat she had grown so accustomed to hearing in the womb.
Fandoms: Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri
31 Dec 2019
Tomorrow would wait for them, as full of potential as the bounty of a balmy autumn's harvest in the first week of August.
Tonight? Tonight belongs to lovers.
- Part 1 of even if we can't find heaven