Characters: Unnamed female member of generation 7
Summary: The thoughts of one woman when things aren’t going how she thought.
Notes: Canon. I can’t tell you who this is without spoiling a future plot point, so I won’t.
Word Count: 393
She sat down at her dressing table and removed her earrings with a sigh. Things hadn’t gone as she’d planned at all that day, from her youngest waking up screaming with fever and her eldest coming home from school early with a note from the principal about a practical joke in class. The housework hadn’t gotten done, she’d burned dinner, the dog had made a mess of the new rug, and her husband, her darling husband, had called to let her know that he was working late. Again.
He always worked late now. She was lucky if he was home in time to see the children before they went to bed. When the war ended and he came home, they’d been so happy at first. Then the babies started, one practically right after the other. As the number of children had increased, so had the hours he worked. It made sense, of course, as they needed the money to support their growing family. But now, she wanted to say that they didn’t need the new car every other year, fancy jewelry for her birthday and Christmas presents, the dog for the children, and the toys, the endless toys. When she’d suggested it to him, she was met with a harsh rebuke. She never broached the subject again.
Her wedding pictures sitting on the corner of the dressing table caught her eye, and her hand went out involuntarily to touch the golden frame with her fingertips. She’s been so happy that day. How things had changed since then, she mused sadly. But what?
Abruptly, she sat up straight, shaking her head to shake away the horrible thought that had popped into her head. Dwelling on the frustration and unhappiness of her situation wasn’t going to help. She would go downstairs, straighten up a bit before her husband came home, and greet him with a smile on her face. It was what she always did whenever her traitorous mind made her wonder about whether or not she was happy. Of course she was happy! She’d married the man of her dreams, had a beautiful family of which she was proud, and they loved each other.
Perhaps if she kept saying it long enough, she’d stop wondering if you could fall out of love with someone you weren’t entirely certain you’d loved in the first place.