Hey you guys, it’s been a loooong time, I know, but MF is finally back! I missed writing terribly, and you guys were the best motivation to continue despite everything! I hope you find your way right back in and that it continues to bring you joy! Love you all, and especially @justholdinghandsok for forever being my wonderful beta no matter what I come up with :P!
(by the way… NSFW alert! :D)
“The practice of peace and reconciliation is one of the most vital and artistic of human actions.” –
Nhat HanhGillian took her phone from her oldest son, who immediately pulled his hand away, turned around and ushered his little brother out of the room, leaving her behind.
And now there she was, standing in her kitchen all by herself, heart pounding rapidly in her chest, cheeks warm and flushed.
It’s okay, she whispered to herself, trying to find a calm, centered place in her mind. It’s David. Your David. You’re fine.
Looking down at the screen, she deactivated the speakerphone and with one last deep inhale, brought the phone up to her ear.
“Hello, David,” she finally said and closed her eyes; apprehensively, but also impatiently awaiting his answer.