~ Measure 19 ~
I spent my Saturday shopping with Holly for furniture for the nursery. She had been saving up a fund specifically for that, and she was more than excited to pick out the theme.
A few weeks back, Holly was told she was having a girl.
She picked a light pink paint to paint the walls, a cushioned rocker, a dresser with painted butterflies, some inspirational quotes for the wall, and a crib with a joined changing table on the side.
“Have you thought about names?” I asked, taking a paintbrush over the corner of the left wall. She nodded.
“But I’m not telling. It’s a secret.” she giggled and turned back to the wall to paint.
It was beautiful when we were done.
“She’s going to be raised a princess.” Holly said, “She’s always going to know her self-worth. Always.”
I smiled. “It takes a strong woman to give a child that, and if anyone can do it, it’s you.”
“Thanks Emily.” she said.
“Now go get some rest.” I said, “It’s late and you need it.”
As she walked out the door, I looked around the room. Holly’s strength was shining every minute of her pregnancy, and I knew deep down inside that she would give the baby the life it deserved.
I promised I’d be right there beside of her.
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I got a call from mom in the morning saying that she had reservations at six to meet up with her fiancé and his daughter for lunch.
In her usual positive tone, she promised I’d have fun and that it would be great.
I sighed and agreed, saying that I’d meet her there and I’d wear something nice. I picked out a light pink dress and black flats. I straightened my hair for the occasion and pulled into the restaurant parking lot right on time.
Mom was waiting at a table in the center of the dining room with a man and a girl of about thirteen, with bright brown hair and green eyes. She was dressed nicely and had a smile on her face. If anything, the smile was fake.
“Emily!” Mom beamed, calling me over. I took a seat next to the girl and smiled to her.
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Breaking Emily
Teen FictionEmily Ashton's father walked out on her when she was six years old. He packed up everything, walked down the driveway, and never looked back. Ten years later, Emily's grown into a beautiful flower with one dream: To play the piano. Everything comes...
