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Nov. 1st, 2016 10:31 pmThis year, Bonnie wasn't sure if she should wait up.
Really, what would she say?
How would she tell Bill if he showed up that, after all these years, she'd married someone else? And had a baby, no less?
In the end, she brought Billie up to the room with her. Bill was always soft on babies. Perhaps that will help her case.
She locks the door of the room, then places her hand on the handle and pushes three times like she's been doing at home, because that way she can be sure the door hasn't just stuck.
Then she settles Billie down in the crib, sits on the sofa, and waits. In previous years she's tried to wait up all night for Bill. He's never come, of course. Last year her Mom showed up, now that messed with her head. It was the last time she got drunk before she got pregnant with Billie.
This time... she has never been so tired. She can't even blame the baby; it's getting up three or four times every night checking the front door.
What will she say?
What will she say?
Does she even want him to come back any more?
Yes. Yes but. Oh Hell.
By the time there's a movement in the dark room, she's fallen into an uneasy doze on the sofa. It's Billie that opens her eyes, and looks at the tall ghostly figure in the corner.
The ghost walks over to the pram. A heavily tattooed hand moves towards the baby. Billie reaches out her hand, and takes the ghostly finger.
"Hey there, Billie." Bill whispers to the baby. "I'm yer Uncle Bill. Your Mommy has waited a long time to have you."
He glances over at Bonnie, then back at Billie. "Your Mommy promised to stay with me until death do us part. Death parted us, as it does to everyone in the end. We'll always love each other, but she's better off with someone in the real world too. She don't do loneliness well. I couldn't ask fer a better man to be with yer Mommy than yer pa. Yer Mommy has enough love to share, I only ever wanted her to be safe."
He kisses the infant on the forehead, then turns to face Bonnie. But then sighs slightly.
"She's so tired. Won't sleep a wink tonight neither if I wake her now."
***
When Bonnie wakes, in the morning, there's a blanket over her. She blinks blearily, trying to remember if she grabbed it last night, before forgetting about it and getting up to feed Billie.
Really, what would she say?
How would she tell Bill if he showed up that, after all these years, she'd married someone else? And had a baby, no less?
In the end, she brought Billie up to the room with her. Bill was always soft on babies. Perhaps that will help her case.
She locks the door of the room, then places her hand on the handle and pushes three times like she's been doing at home, because that way she can be sure the door hasn't just stuck.
Then she settles Billie down in the crib, sits on the sofa, and waits. In previous years she's tried to wait up all night for Bill. He's never come, of course. Last year her Mom showed up, now that messed with her head. It was the last time she got drunk before she got pregnant with Billie.
This time... she has never been so tired. She can't even blame the baby; it's getting up three or four times every night checking the front door.
What will she say?
What will she say?
Does she even want him to come back any more?
Yes. Yes but. Oh Hell.
By the time there's a movement in the dark room, she's fallen into an uneasy doze on the sofa. It's Billie that opens her eyes, and looks at the tall ghostly figure in the corner.
The ghost walks over to the pram. A heavily tattooed hand moves towards the baby. Billie reaches out her hand, and takes the ghostly finger.
"Hey there, Billie." Bill whispers to the baby. "I'm yer Uncle Bill. Your Mommy has waited a long time to have you."
He glances over at Bonnie, then back at Billie. "Your Mommy promised to stay with me until death do us part. Death parted us, as it does to everyone in the end. We'll always love each other, but she's better off with someone in the real world too. She don't do loneliness well. I couldn't ask fer a better man to be with yer Mommy than yer pa. Yer Mommy has enough love to share, I only ever wanted her to be safe."
He kisses the infant on the forehead, then turns to face Bonnie. But then sighs slightly.
"She's so tired. Won't sleep a wink tonight neither if I wake her now."
***
When Bonnie wakes, in the morning, there's a blanket over her. She blinks blearily, trying to remember if she grabbed it last night, before forgetting about it and getting up to feed Billie.
