This was miserable. Was marriage supposed to be this hard? Her parents, even her father, had always made it look so easy. Maybe she just wasn't cut out for this. Maybe she'd made a mistake thinking that rushing into this marriage because of the baby would work out. She didn't regret telling him, not after what he was going through with Odina, but maybe letting him get tied down to her was the mistake.

Maybe he was right, maybe she wasn't ready. Those hadn't been his exact words, but the independent comments were close enough. Was she still trying to do it all on her own? Maybe a little, but no more than he was. She was not some delicate woman who needed to be coddled. The pregnancy made her a little emotional sure, up and down, but what was his excuse? The hypocrisy was laughable.

In her flurry to pack what she needed and unable to get into her room at the time, Eva was missing a few things for an extended stay with her family. So as to avoid an unnecessary spat with her father, Eva had waited until he was off for the day, as presumably Beau was, to the zoo, to go collect a few of her things. Namely her pillow. She wanted her fucking pillow. Beau had given her the best one and it smelled like him and if she couldn't be home, she wanted her damn pillow.

The walk to the farm had been long, but had done her some good, something to do with an idle body that craved movement, fresh air to clear her head. By the time she got home she had almost convinced herself to stay, but knew that was probably out of the question just yet. It didn't appear like anyone was home and so Eva let herself in and sank into the sofa for a moment to rest her tired body before finding the emotional and physical energy to gather what she needed.