[ It's not a day she ever has to think about until she's literally confronted with it everywhere. The specials advertised outside the Betties' salon when she goes in to get her manicure (normally, she'd make Waves do it but in absence of her sister's tiny, capable hands she's had to splurge more often so her nails aren't a bitten mess), the decorations in the center of town, the sign outside the goddamn school — it all serves to remind her of what she has but doesn't, not just far removed from it while she's here but even once she goes back home, too, how the child she had won't be safe until she never has to inherit something other than the color of her father's eyes.
So she pours herself into actively not thinking about it, keeping her head down and just trying to make it through the day, because the second she stops the second she's going to start remembering that tiny face (dainty and delicate in blue) and whether or not she still looks like an Earp or if there's a little Holliday in her too, if she's spoken her first word yet, if she would know the sound of her mom's voice even after all this time.
She goes to work and she goes to Frank's after, curving herself into a spot on the couch once he presses a glass of something into her hand. No one had asked her if she was a mother today, not one, but she can't exactly blame them for that; it's not like any part of her gives off major mom vibes, and she doesn't even have any stretch marks on her hips, the insides of her thighs, the edges of her abdomen where her belly had once swelled with the life inside it —
She realizes he's asking her something, looking at her expectantly for an answer, when the silence between them stretches on them for longer than normal, and she blinks a few times, trying to play it off with an empty laugh. ] Sorry, what were you saying?
action backdated to mother's day;
So she pours herself into actively not thinking about it, keeping her head down and just trying to make it through the day, because the second she stops the second she's going to start remembering that tiny face (dainty and delicate in blue) and whether or not she still looks like an Earp or if there's a little Holliday in her too, if she's spoken her first word yet, if she would know the sound of her mom's voice even after all this time.
She goes to work and she goes to Frank's after, curving herself into a spot on the couch once he presses a glass of something into her hand. No one had asked her if she was a mother today, not one, but she can't exactly blame them for that; it's not like any part of her gives off major mom vibes, and she doesn't even have any stretch marks on her hips, the insides of her thighs, the edges of her abdomen where her belly had once swelled with the life inside it —
She realizes he's asking her something, looking at her expectantly for an answer, when the silence between them stretches on them for longer than normal, and she blinks a few times, trying to play it off with an empty laugh. ] Sorry, what were you saying?