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𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝕯𝖆𝖉
It was a winter's day in Charlottetown, Christmas approaching in the following months, the fire flared as it generated heat for a very pregnant Allison Deighton.
Her three-year-old son, Joseph had just gone to bed, and her husband was just about to arrive from work.
If you would've asked Allison at the moment, life was blissful and perfect.
Though she felt the upcoming problem arise the moment Christopher Deighton opened their front door.
"You're back," She greets her husband as she was pulled in a passionate kiss,
Christopher loved his wife dearly, more than himself, he cherished her like a golden apple, giving him life and love.
"How's the baby?" He asked as he placed warm hands over Allison's belly,
"A bit of a kicker, I think they're going to come out any day from now." Allison giggled,
"Feisty just like your mother, aye?" Christopher laughed,
"I'll put on some tea and prepare your dinner," She smiled, "How's work?" Putting the kettle on the stove and eating up the soup she had made, Christopher sat down as his eyebrows furrowed,
"It was alright, Harmon Andrews- remember that nasty fella? He's having a kid too, a boy he boasted." Christopher says, "A boy? What if it turns out to be a girl? Isn't that what happened to their first daughter?" Allison responds,
"Right." Christopher mutters, clearing his throat, he follows with "I got a letter from Amelie today,"
His statement made Allison halt for a moment before sighing and placing the cup of tea and dinner on the table,
"She wants me to be there," Christopher huffed, though Allison wasn't surprised as he's been talking about it ever since a letter arrived just last month from his sister.
"To teach at Sorbonne. It's a great opportunity, Ali. She says her husband can handle the transportation we need to get there, we'll board by boat to the mainland and a cruise going to France. We can live in Paris, the number of opportunities there are for Joseph and the little one, they have a certified future in Sorbonne." Her husband rambled,
"We're not going to France." She decides,
"Margaret-" Allison paused, grabbing onto the table and breathing heavily, "She's having complications with her child, she needs me here, Chris." She looked at her husband straight,
