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Post by Daz on Feb 8, 2009 11:53:37 GMT
I watch her, carefully, glaring a little everytime her feet hit the chair.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 8, 2009 11:56:12 GMT
I watch her until the last of her tea has gone. I take the cup from her and place it on the coffee table. I reach over to her and pick her up around the waist, tossing the small girl over my shoulder, holding her around the legs.
"Time for bed for little Maria,"
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Post by Daz on Feb 8, 2009 11:57:20 GMT
"Ahhhh! Papaaaa!" She complains.
I smile up at them both, waving goodbye.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 8, 2009 11:58:31 GMT
"Say goodnight to mama," I tell her, swinging her around so she is facing Elisabeth.
"Goodnight mama!" The little girl squeals before she's carried out of the room.
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Post by Daz on Feb 8, 2009 12:02:38 GMT
I watch them go, finding that man to be rather perculiar. Surely all that should have been a woman's job. Though maybe it's a French thing.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 8, 2009 12:07:04 GMT
I tuck Marie in and settle her down to sleep, trying not to disturb Louis and Amelie. I then go back downstairs and join the others in the sitting room.
I also watch Gaspard, but with a kind of longing. I wished my husband would be so active and affectionate. He's not even affectionate with so I find it very difficult to imagine how he'd be with children. I can't help but wonder why he's so cold, why he seems to have such difficulty with emotion.
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Post by Daz on Feb 8, 2009 12:31:33 GMT
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Later on that evening Gaspard and I had already retreated to our room, tired still from the days before.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 8, 2009 13:00:16 GMT
I quickly change into my nightwear, facing the corner of the room so as to not embarress Elisabeth. I stay facing the wall waiting for her to dress.
"What shall we do about the children?" I ask, since all three were asleep in our bed. "It would be a shame to disturb them, they're sleeping so peacefully,"
I had changed into my slip for bed, with a long silk gown. I now sit in the small lounge area connecting my room to my husbands room. I sit in a large comfortable arm chair nursing a cup of hot cocoa.
"They seem like nice people," I say casually, making conversation. I have decided that the easiest way to bring my husband around would be to do it gradually, rather than one moment shouting at him, the next all over him. Doing that just make him think I'm crazy.
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Post by Daz on Feb 8, 2009 13:09:04 GMT
I shrug... "Maybe so, but you shouldn't grow attached to any of them." I warn her.
"I don't know. Maybe we could ask a maid to set up another room for us?"
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Post by Lauren on Feb 8, 2009 13:12:34 GMT
"I know I shouldn't," I shake my head. "But I can't help but grow attached to some people," I say, looking up at him, wondering if he'll realise I'm mainly talking about him. "And those children ... they'll kill the children too, wont they?" I ask him, looking at him wide eyed. I need some sort of comfort, but I know he's the last person I should expect some from.
I shake my head. "If we sleep in another room, Amelie will get scared when she wakes up," I tell her. "You sleep with them tonight, there's enough room. I'll sleep on the couch,"
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