Let It Rain | Otara | Book3 | wlw

Chapter 22 "Olivine visits"

An hour turns a day, it turns a week, and it turns more than a month of them getting along with their set ups. The agreement being made that keeps their sanity both being parents.

Tara is doing her best to look after the baby, even if she's seeking treatment. Jaime knows about it; they both agreed no more lies, and even the door is not allowed to be closed except the bathrooms for privacy, even if not necessary, but Tara insisted on it. Jaime can't help herself sometimes; that idea of torturing Tara in a sense of herself is also involved. The more she's avoiding Tara, she's dying to be with her more.

Jaime sometimes sees Tara having an argument over the phone; she isn't surprised whose person on the other line makes her miserable. Jaime decided to stay clear of those lines they made for each other. Jaime sometimes sneaks into her bedroom in the middle of the night just to check if she's already asleep.

One time she caught her sleeping with only undies on under those layers of sheets. She guesses she's drunk with those bottles of wine rolling on floors. Jaime is tempted to comfort her by being with her, but instead she manages to tidy her room in the middle of the night.

Every weekend, housekeepers visit to clean the house, but Tara is just messing things around. Since the dizziness never goes away, Jaime felt sympathy for her. Tara wasn't asking to be stuck in that car, but by any chance she survived, and Jaime had a trauma from that witnessing.

Every time Jaime comes home from work, she checks out Tara before she sleeps, and Tara knows it; even if she's on her barefoot walking those thick carpeted floors, her scent remains in the air. That thing is a signal for Tara that she's checking on her. It's Jaime's perfume that Tara gave, and that scent Jaime always recognizes.

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"Babe," Jaime paused, clearing her throat. She realizes that she shouldn't call Tara that way, creating her boundaries for her, but she can't help herself not to sometimes.

"Uh? I'll be out for an hour; I have something to buy." Jaime gives the baby a head kiss while sleeping on Tara's sofa in the guest room where she's staying.

"Do you want me to go buy for you? I wanted to." Tara stood up and offered still the baby in her arms.

"You can't drive yet, remember?" she replied.

"I almost lost you once. I cannot afford anymore if something happens to you again," Jaime said, pulling away her hand from the baby, and she then kissed again the baby's forehead.

Jaime almost kissed Tara, but she held herself. Tara looked down, but she understood she was holding a space for her before she took any moment. Jaime took another step, but she ended up facing and grabbing Taras neck, kissing her deeply on her lips. They stopped when the baby woke up.

"Ah, proud baby, huh?" Tara pecked the little cheeks of their baby that was smiling.

"She senses what's going on." Jaime held her tiny hand, kissing it and sniffing.

"Well, she's a Ferguson; it's in her blood dealing with drama and issues, chaos within the family already, even though she's only a month old. Train, huh?" Tara teases the baby, pressing her tiny hand.

"Hey! Stop it! I don't want to make her feel that way. I cannot give her a life like that. If I needed to make a huge cage here just to keep you here! I will!" she slapped lightly with her arm and walked out away from them, acting like pissed, but she bit her lower lip while walking away.

"Take care, mommy, we love you! Come home quick; I'll be hungry by then. Bye, bye." Tara's voice came loud enough for the baby to giggle more. Using the baby's tiny hand, waving to her. Jaime heard the baby giggle more; she only covered her mouth, stopping herself from saying how cute they were and how she acted towards Tara with the baby and the way the baby responded.