We could have a life, us two.. (Completed)

The calm before storm

She was trying to remain calm but inside she felt nothing but fear as she looked at mrs Booker trying to figure out where she saw her. Nellie wasn't in fear for herself but the life inside her that she wanted to protect at all cost. Sweeney knew all she could think about was their child right now, he too felt the same but he was thinking of one onther person and that was her. Nellie hoped and wished this was not what she thought it was. Things could not go bad not now that she had a baby in her womb. Just a couple of seconds and everything was running trough their minds.

"Yes, I remember I saw you work in the bakery!" Mrs Booker exclaims finally remembering that she had seen her a couple of times in mrs Anderson's bakery. She held her hand out for Nellie to shake. Nellie stood there dumpfounded as she hadn't expect this of course she saw her in the bakery. Without them noticing she and Sweeney gave a breath relieved it was just that.

"Yes" Nellie took her hand and shook it smiling like she wasn't the one fearing minutes ago. Sweeney never thought he would some day thank god, maybe now was the best time for it. "Thank you for inviting us mr and mrs Booker" she spoke smiling ending the handshake she was good in acting no one would think she was scared moments ago.

"Let's go inside" Mr Booker showed the way to the dining area holding his hand out and leading them. It looked their house was about the same size as theirs but you needed to walk a little as it was further on the street. Sweeney felt akward and really out of place that was why he was so quiet it seemed like Nellie would lead this night for them. He never thought he would be happy to have a wife who could talk like her.

"I'm so glad to finally meet you mrs Lewis" mrs Brooker spoke as they came into the parlor she was so welcoming it made them feel at ease as much that it was possible for them. She already wanted to get to know her better and thought they would get along very well as it seemed they were about the same age.

"Call me Victoria" Nellie smiled being formal was nothing for her. She was used to being friendly with people. That was also the first thing she said to Louise to call her by her name. Of course she was not going to be unnecessarily friendly with everyone but neither was it necessary to be unnecessarily formal with people she ofter would see. "Then you can call me Dorthy" the woman says happily there was someone she could make friends with.

"This is a little something from us" Sweeney held out the box of chocolate clearing his throat. A kind of thank you for inviting them to dinner and all that preparation. Making a good impression was everything, not that he wanted it very much but they needed it to keep their new life here and to be able to live in safety for the sake of their little one who would be hopefully soon in their arms. It was so crazy before he had feelings for her he never would’ve thought of becoming a father again and now he would do anything for their little one and her god he realy was becoming soft wasn't he, he couldn't believe she turned him in to this man.

"Oh how nice thank you, table is ready please take a seat" she says as she placed the box of chocolate aside and started to pour the soups into the soup bowls. It was very kind that they had thought of them they looked realy nice people like her husband told her not only that they were really thoughtful too Dorthy thought.

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Nellie looked at the table after their soup was out. The table was full of dishes that looked delectable her mouth watered just looking at them. Her child really gave her appetite she could eat like she never did before. "Victoria I put lamb chops on you're plate" mrs Booker said starting to serve dinner.

"She doesn't eat lamb" Sweeney suddenly looked up and answered for her before she could say anything which made mrs Brooker smile and leave his wife in awe. How did he know it was a childhood trauma since she saw a lamb slaughtered before very her eyes she couldn't eat lambs meat. She could stand to chop people off but seeing that happen as a child had affected her. She had never told him that she also couldn't remember ever writing it in her diary then how the hell did he know?