"Mom? Can we go find my room?" Her son tugged on her hand and she tousled his light brown hair affectionately...
One night she returns Mick’s raising of an eyebrow (curious, disbelieving) with a grin, one that Karen would label ‘smug’, maybe even ‘shit-eating’...
When had certain habits and behaviors that she’d once found abominably irritating become endearing and adorable?
Sometimes Stevie liked to go all out when she bought his birthday presents. Other times, she felt something smaller, more intimate, more knowing, was appropriate...
It was a hot summer’s day. To be honest, Kristen thought even if it was the depth of winter it would be hot here - it was hard to imagine anything else...
Moaning, she jabbed Lindsey’s arm with her fingertips trying to get him to move. “Lindseeeey.”
He talks about compartmentalization a lot. He also rambles about subtext and cycles and denial...
It was awkward. He didn’t know what to say to her. And she, the woman who had never been short of something to talk about, just stared up at him...
He’d tried. He really had...
She was met at the front door by a tired looking Kristen. With her hair pulled back in a messy bun and her shirt stained with god knows what, Lindsey’s girlfriend looked beautiful...
He backs you up against the door before your fingertips even get to his belt...
The child was light in her arms, all big blue eyes and wriggling limbs. Tiny fingers gripped onto her thumb with astonishing power, and Stevie smiled as the baby’s mouth opened in a yawn...