Zephyr II
It's a week until Nephele's wedding and I know everyone is frantic about getting everything ready for this massive event. I've been steering clear of anything that looks overwhelming--like planning, rehearsals, etcetera. Mayrah has work today so I decided to take my daughter, who is wearing a pretty peach dress and take her to see my father. Mayrah actually drops me off at my father's chambers just to make sure I don't do anything and am in safe hands.
I knock twice on the door and watch as Rosalind coos and blows bubbles with her spit. She has thick black hair and her eyes are blue now but I'm told they could change in a few months to what they're actually going to be.
"Coming." My father says before opening the door.
"Hello, Papa." I say while bouncing Rosalind in my arms when my father opens and stands in the doorway.
"Oh, she is so lovely." My father coos and holds open his arms. "Come to Papa."
I hand off Rosalind to my father. "May we come in?"
"Of course." He walks into his room with my daughter in his arms. "She's growing to be very healthy."
"Yeah, she's really putting on the pounds." I smile and take a seat at the table set up in my dad's room. "Mayrah was upset to leave us both and go back to work. She could've taken the day off if she really wanted, but we're trying to get back into a routine. It's only a four hour day for her though."
"So you two are still pretty shaken up?" He asks as he snuggles Rosalind.
"Yeah." I sigh. "It's going to be a process."
"That's fine, as long as you both get better eventually. Better a process than no progress at all."
"You're right." I smile at him. "I will admit I am a lot happier. No one is pressuring me to go into the village, my panic attacks only happen spontaneously rather than triggered. I'm doing better. The only thing that still bothers me are my arms though."
"They'll always be there to remind you."
"Yeah." I frown and tug down at my sleeves when I see one of my cuts exposed at my wrist.
"It's not a bad thing, you should hate what you almost did."
"I do." I nod. "Although wearing short sleeves is out of the picture for me forever...even when it is summer."
"Forever is a very long time."
"I will wear long sleeves even in the afterlife." I attempt at a joke.
"I enjoy long sleeves more now than I did when I was twenty pounds heavier."
"You really are looking good, Dad. I bet Mom is drooling looking down at you." I smile.
"I looked closer to this when you kids were younger." He chuckles.
"Mom always found you attractive, I remember her discreetly all over you when she could be." I grin widely remembering my parents and the amazing love they had for each other.
"Oh, I know, but she still would've been disappointed with how I let myself go after she passed on."
"We all had to cope someway." I sigh.
My father nods and adds moments later, "It's not a mystery how we ended up with six children, your mother and I were on fire."
I cringe slightly and try to keep the smile on my face. "I don't know how you did it, Dad, especially when I begged Mom to let me sleep in your bed almost every night."
