terrible things e.s.

13 january boo-berries

sorry for the late update and quality of this chapter that is in fact unedited (wow what's new?)
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January 4, 8:37am

Slowly, I walked into the kitchen, my cane hitting the dark wood with a thump each time I took a step. Lucas was sitting at the table, swinging his legs innocently, as he picked at the blueberries in front of him, "Hi, momma."

Luke's bright blue eyes twinkled as he looked up at me through his over-grown hair. I took the seat beside his, groaning as I did so, (doing simple tasks had now become a struggle and the slightest pressure could cause it to inflame), and brushed some of the soft fringe behind his ear. I placed a small kiss to his cheek, "Hi, baby. You're up early," I noted.

Luke hummed, wiped his cheek with one hand, and used the other to pop a blueberry in his cute little mouth, chomping on it approvingly. This boy loves his fruit, "Me and daddy watched tv, and I got out my toys, and I made a mess, but daddy made me clean it up, but I didn't want to, and daddy said I had to or- or else I didn't get boo-berries, and so I did, and so daddy gave me boo-berries, see?"

Luke babbled, holding up a "boo-berry" at me. I took it and ate it. A frown settled on his face, but Ed then came in and his face brightened at his father.

"Daddy! Tell momma what we did this morning!" He screamed loudly, causing both Ed and I to shush him. Ed looked at him confused and asked,

"What did we do this morning?"

"Up early." he said simply and Ed nodded.

"We did, didn't we?" Ed placed a hand on my shoulder and kissed my temple, "Good morning. Want me to start some tea?"

I hummed in response, "Oh, my God, yes, please, I beg of you."

I ruffled Luke's hair and grabbed the ugly little cane Dr. Henderson made me start using. I'm still reluctant to admit how much it actually helps, even if I do look like an old woman.

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January 11, 2:16pm

"Found one you like yet?" I ask, Ed, as I shuffle into our bedroom. He sighs, taking off his glasses, setting them on the night stand by our bed, and running both hands over his face.

"They're all just not what we're looking for or out of price range, baby. I don't know what to do." We've decided to move back to Framingham, although it doesn't look like it's going as smoothly as it seems.

"We'll find one." I take a seat on the bed beside him groaning.

"You good?" He ask concerned, moving his laptop to the side to help me slide in beside him. I hum in response and press myself up against his side, cuddling into his warmth. A feel an arm come around my waist and I melt into him.

"It's gonna be okay..." I whisper, running my hands through his unruly hair. He looks at me for a few seconds with dark purple circles under his eyes prominent.

"It's just... there's so much going on. With you, and Lucas, and work and moving and- and I have a show tonight that I'm not really feeling. Which is weird, because I love my shows, I really do."

"I know you do, baby," I run my hand over the inside of his thigh and lean up to whisper in his ear, "You're just a stressed out."

"Rory..."

"It's okay, I put him down for a nap, he'll be out for at least another hour." I say, dipping my hand into his loose lounging pants. Ed shudders out a breath when I wrap my fingers around his length pumping it a few times, feeling it stiffen.