August 30th, 1890 — The Miller Home
A week.
A week of sitting and stewing on Odina and Toby had Beau ready to snap. He hadn't told Eva yet, how could he? The first thought to pop into his head with Odina was 'I would've married you,' which was, admittedly, not the best thought to have when he'd only recently married his pregnant lover. What was worse was that Beau had no frame of reference to know how she'd take it. He had no way to gauge her reaction, as the worst fight they'd ever had had still resulted in comforting touches.
A kid, though. A kid changed everything. A kid had already changed everything.
Beau was outside hammering his frustration on a broken fence post. The force of his swings was reminiscent of his early years, back when he fought his way out of every negative emotion. When he'd sooner break someone's bones than face his anger. He couldn't fall into that pattern again, not as the father of two, but the frustration had to leave him somehow. Keeping this bottled up would only cause an explosion of epic proportions sooner or later.
A final swing and the post sunk back into place. One down, nineteen to go.