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December 2, 1978
Feb. 11th, 2009 05:45 pm They were arguing loudly, but she was giving in. He could read it in her eyes. Edward held her shoulders and squeezed gently enough to make his point. “She can’t come,” he insisted.
“She’s my daughter,” Marya said softly. “I….I can’t…”
“That’s why you have to!” He cupped her face. Marya was beautiful. Sometimes he had to pause for a moment and just admire it. Ilena would inherit that beauty, he could see it now. She was also inheriting a lack of manners. Her bastard of a father, probably.
“She’s not mine," Edward continued. "She’s not a part of our lives. She is your past and you have to let go of it.” He sighed softly. “We’re starting a new family. You can have a new child. One with me.”
Marya breathed hard and closed her eyes. Her little Ilena was sleeping in her room. She was always such a good girl, but so headstrong. The first night Edward had come home with her little Ilena had slammed her foot down on top of his. A mutual hatred sprang up between the two.
She slid her hand down over her stomach and recognized the fluttering sensation only pregnancy could make. Their new child was growing inside her and Edward refused to let them be born in Russia. He also refused to take any children not his. “You’ll love London,” he said gently. “We will have a good life.” He kissed her forehead. “You will forget her. It will just be us.”
The Kingstons. Edward, Marya, and whomever their new addition might be. There was no place for Ilena. “All right,” she agreed after a long time.
Edward smoothed her hair back and kissed deeply. He had his family. Everything would be all right. And the brat would be out of their lives. His foot still hurt.
“She’s my daughter,” Marya said softly. “I….I can’t…”
“That’s why you have to!” He cupped her face. Marya was beautiful. Sometimes he had to pause for a moment and just admire it. Ilena would inherit that beauty, he could see it now. She was also inheriting a lack of manners. Her bastard of a father, probably.
“She’s not mine," Edward continued. "She’s not a part of our lives. She is your past and you have to let go of it.” He sighed softly. “We’re starting a new family. You can have a new child. One with me.”
Marya breathed hard and closed her eyes. Her little Ilena was sleeping in her room. She was always such a good girl, but so headstrong. The first night Edward had come home with her little Ilena had slammed her foot down on top of his. A mutual hatred sprang up between the two.
She slid her hand down over her stomach and recognized the fluttering sensation only pregnancy could make. Their new child was growing inside her and Edward refused to let them be born in Russia. He also refused to take any children not his. “You’ll love London,” he said gently. “We will have a good life.” He kissed her forehead. “You will forget her. It will just be us.”
The Kingstons. Edward, Marya, and whomever their new addition might be. There was no place for Ilena. “All right,” she agreed after a long time.
Edward smoothed her hair back and kissed deeply. He had his family. Everything would be all right. And the brat would be out of their lives. His foot still hurt.
