Momma Fate

He has a lot on his mind and as much as I want to tell him everything, I hold back. No longer do I keep my journal out for.. public consumption. For the first time, my feelings are my own, and not something I wish to completely share, at least not until I work them out myself. Or at last come to better terms with them.

Though the dream still lingers, I am done with the dissecting of it. I’ve never been able to change the path of destiny before. After speaking to Lucian on.. some of it, I have come to the conclusion that it could mean many different things Maybe it wasn’t.. my son. Perhaps I was seeing Julian as a man, or maybe it was simply something I ate. Perhaps Therise should put a warning label on her truffles. Tempting chocolates that spur the imagination.

Lucian says Julian has taken to calling me Momma Fate, an endearing title that.. gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling, as oddly unexpected as that feels to me. I adore him and I know that I would protect him, if need be, as I would any of my children.

Now that Zeb has been found and is on the road to recovery, perhaps the chaos of the house will clear and things will settle into routine again. The stress in the air is so tangible I could probably package it.

I miss the quiet.