It had been a long day. For everyone, Saffy gathered as she looked around the room, and in more ways than one. She settled into her chair and scooted it back up to the wall; otherwise, she’d end up fidgeting, which would lead to her tipping it back, which would lead to her knocking it over and causing a raucous. And no one, especially the baby, needed that today. So scooted up against the wall and tucked into it as much as she could, it was. Her feet hurt from flitting around the Ministry offices all day, and she massaged her right foot as she sat. Naturally, Tess spoke first after Sage has settled in. Saffy pursed her lips sympathetically at her sister before nibbling on her bottom lip as Tess laid out the options.
Give her to her father. Or she stays with you.
This wasn’t for Saff to have an opinion at all. So her head whipped to Sage, trying to gauge her reaction to her options. Of course, she couldn’t see her sister’s full reaction. But she knew her sisters well, and she could see the decision taking place right before their eyes. Could see it settling on Sage’s shoulders. Saff kept chewing on her bottom lip and watched Mia approach her from behind. Mia’s blonde hair almost melted into Sage’s own seamlessly and Saff’s fingers itched to pick up a pencil and start sketching. But this was hardly the time, even though it might help her focus and she knew her sisters wouldn’t mind in the least.
As Tess again laid out the options, Saff could see the wheels in her sister’s head turning. Merlin she looked exhausted, and Saff felt an all too familiar tug of guilt; a feeling that she didn’t do enough to help her family, that she could always do more, that she wanted to get away, that she wanted remove herself from the household so they would have more space. Sage and Tess bore the brunt of it all being the eldest two. Perhaps Saff’s own purpose was to alleviate the load a little bit; physically speaking. Now that there was going to be a little one in the house, one that Saff already knew she’d do anything to protect.
But now was certainly not the time to reveal her thoughts to the room. And by the time all these thoughts had passed through her mind, only a few seconds had passed. The idea of Sage having to lie to Maggie already - she’d just gotten her - sent a knot twisting through Saff’s stomach. She shifted in her chair, pretzeling herself further as she crossed her legs. Her gaze went to Sage again. “Whatever you decide, Sage,” She said softly. “We’re with you.” Then, even more quietly, as she knew - again - it wasn’t her place to push her sister any which way: “You don’t have to lie to your daughter.”
Give her to her father. Or she stays with you.
This wasn’t for Saff to have an opinion at all. So her head whipped to Sage, trying to gauge her reaction to her options. Of course, she couldn’t see her sister’s full reaction. But she knew her sisters well, and she could see the decision taking place right before their eyes. Could see it settling on Sage’s shoulders. Saff kept chewing on her bottom lip and watched Mia approach her from behind. Mia’s blonde hair almost melted into Sage’s own seamlessly and Saff’s fingers itched to pick up a pencil and start sketching. But this was hardly the time, even though it might help her focus and she knew her sisters wouldn’t mind in the least.
As Tess again laid out the options, Saff could see the wheels in her sister’s head turning. Merlin she looked exhausted, and Saff felt an all too familiar tug of guilt; a feeling that she didn’t do enough to help her family, that she could always do more, that she wanted to get away, that she wanted remove herself from the household so they would have more space. Sage and Tess bore the brunt of it all being the eldest two. Perhaps Saff’s own purpose was to alleviate the load a little bit; physically speaking. Now that there was going to be a little one in the house, one that Saff already knew she’d do anything to protect.
But now was certainly not the time to reveal her thoughts to the room. And by the time all these thoughts had passed through her mind, only a few seconds had passed. The idea of Sage having to lie to Maggie already - she’d just gotten her - sent a knot twisting through Saff’s stomach. She shifted in her chair, pretzeling herself further as she crossed her legs. Her gaze went to Sage again. “Whatever you decide, Sage,” She said softly. “We’re with you.” Then, even more quietly, as she knew - again - it wasn’t her place to push her sister any which way: “You don’t have to lie to your daughter.”