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Jul. 13th, 2016 08:02 pm"I cain't believe she came while we were out." Terry says, staring wide-eyed at baby Billie.
"Yeah, well sometimes when babies decide to come they really decide to come." Bonnie says, casually.
Lucy, who knows about the bar, gives her a little grin, just glad to see them both in one piece.
The boys peer at the baby cautiously, then Stuart gingerly offers her a finger. Billie grips it.
"Hey little sister." he says.
"Wait, Grandma?" Terry says. "Is Billie my sister too?"
"Well technically, she's yer aunt." Bonnie says. "But I don't think you got to call her auntie unless you want to."
It's finally sinking in now that baby is here, safe. For the whole pregnancy, she's never dared get too excited. She's never dared think too much about her daughter. When Turtle had said quietly that they ought to call her Billie, she hadn't dared think too much about that either. Hadn't dared give her a name.
***
The next day, she and Turtle walk out with the pram to the end of the street, to the cemetery. Turtle holds the pram, while Bonnie steps forward into a shady corner, which had until recently held no marker. But now there is a stone, with a rose bush.
'Here lies Alice Murdock
Born 9th July 1930
Died 9th July 1930
Daughter of Bonnie and William Murdock
In memory also of William Alan Murdock, engineer.
Killed in action August 15th 1943
He lies in France
But his legacy of kindness lives on.'
Bonnie lays a flower in front of the stone, and spends a quiet moment, before walking back to Turtle and putting her hand next to his on the pram. Together they continue their walk across the graveyard gardens.
"Yeah, well sometimes when babies decide to come they really decide to come." Bonnie says, casually.
Lucy, who knows about the bar, gives her a little grin, just glad to see them both in one piece.
The boys peer at the baby cautiously, then Stuart gingerly offers her a finger. Billie grips it.
"Hey little sister." he says.
"Wait, Grandma?" Terry says. "Is Billie my sister too?"
"Well technically, she's yer aunt." Bonnie says. "But I don't think you got to call her auntie unless you want to."
It's finally sinking in now that baby is here, safe. For the whole pregnancy, she's never dared get too excited. She's never dared think too much about her daughter. When Turtle had said quietly that they ought to call her Billie, she hadn't dared think too much about that either. Hadn't dared give her a name.
***
The next day, she and Turtle walk out with the pram to the end of the street, to the cemetery. Turtle holds the pram, while Bonnie steps forward into a shady corner, which had until recently held no marker. But now there is a stone, with a rose bush.
'Here lies Alice Murdock
Born 9th July 1930
Died 9th July 1930
Daughter of Bonnie and William Murdock
In memory also of William Alan Murdock, engineer.
Killed in action August 15th 1943
He lies in France
But his legacy of kindness lives on.'
Bonnie lays a flower in front of the stone, and spends a quiet moment, before walking back to Turtle and putting her hand next to his on the pram. Together they continue their walk across the graveyard gardens.
