A New Beginning

Chapter 68: Prepare for the Future

Chapter 68: Prepare for the Future

The two women embrace tightly, despite the latter's growing baby bump. Rose has tears in her eyes, finally being reunited with her friend.

"How are you?" the redhead asks, so happy.

"I am fine thank you, Rose. Might I extend congratulations to you?" Wendy lifts her friend's left hand, which reveals the beautiful diamond ring. It looked so amazing that the potential writer was envious of its beauty.

"Oh thank you, Wendy. You're so sweet and I'm so very happy that you will be able to come!"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"You're the sweetest person. Please come in and tell me what you've been doing since we parted ways so long ago."

Rose leads Wendy into the living room where Sybil is happily playing on the floor. The blonde child only glances up once to view the stranger in the room before going back to playing. Wendy's eyes go wide for a moment. She glances at Rose's growing stomach. Has that much time passed? Could they have two children already?

"W-Who is this?" the former maid asks.

"This is Sybil. She is my best friend, Emma's sister."

"So, this isn't your house?"

"No, Jack and I live with Peter, Emma, and Sybil. Just until we save up enough money to buy our own."

"Oh."

"They also provided safety from Cal."

"I see."

"Would you like some hot cider Wendy? Emma made it fresh this morning."

"If you don't mind."

The potential writer sits on one of the couches and takes in her surroundings. She likes the house a lot, it's quaint and very well decorated. It's nowhere near as extravagant as the DeWitt Bukater mansion, but also not as dilapidated and small has her family farm house used to be. It was the perfect suburban house. The young woman watches the small child on the floor, building with wooden blocks, or rather stacking them and then taking the top block to put in her mouth. The place is a mess, as should be expected of a house with an infant, but there are piles and piles of papers on the kitchen and coffee table. Wendy watches her former employer mill about the kitchen expertly. She had changed quite a lot since the maid had last seen her. She felt comfortable in the environment and very capable. When Wendy had first let Rose into the kitchen, she felt very out of place and didn't know what a whisk and ladle were. She was no longer the spoiled heiress, but an efficient and competent woman.

Rose brings two mugs of hot cider and hands it to her friend before they both sit down.

"This baby does not want me to be on my feet for long periods of time anymore."

"How far along are you?"

"Six months, almost seven."

"Wow."

"The date is approaching fast."

"Do you feel prepared?"

"I'm still very nervous, which I've been told is normal, but I have spent a lot of my time caring for this one," Rose indicates the small girl on the floor. "I know how to boil milk properly, change a diaper and even take temperatures."

"Things certainly have changed for you," Wendy says, with a smile before sipping the warm cider.

"Yes, and it will keep changing. Jack has a job as a police sketch artist and he's saving money so we can buy a house of our own. Hopefully, we can start looking after the honeymoon."