Summary - Maeve Williams' conversion with Eros leaves her with sinking doubts about her daughters future.
A woman stands on an old stairwell outside a run-down looking apartment in New York city. Her arms shake as if her body itself rejected the act of handing over her baby. She gently hands over the newborn that she had been holding to her chest so lovingly a moment beforehand, albeit with scepticism. Her eyes locked on her bundle of joy as she fusses in the hold of someone other than her mother.
The man stares at the tiny human in his arms, a look of complete and utter guilt painted over his heavenly features. Maeve, the baby's mother wondered how such a thing was possible after the birth of their baby, but she had to remind herself she wasnt that idiotic.
The guilt ate at her too, but she forced herself to focus on the good things in her life including her newly born daughter.
A quiet question weighed on Maeve's mind as she watched the man, her daughter's father, look the baby up and down over and over again, almost as if he was trying to make sense of her existence. The sounds of the busy city had long since been drowned out by the sight in front of her and the rushing thoughts coursing through her conscience like a river after a terrible storm.
āWill she be okay?ā Maeve asked but received no answer.
āThere is no doubt that she will be scarred, but she will live.ā the man held little to no affection in his tone āthere will come a day when she will wish to know who i am, perhaps even find me. As long as she lives with you , you must not allow it to happen. She will be claimed when the time is right, but only I am to decide when we are to meet againā
āShe's your daughter.ā Maeve pushes down any annoyance, not willing to show her anger at the Greek standing on the old stairwell with their infant. However Maeve did not expect the small but sure amount of emotion in his eyes as Maeve protested his plan of practical lifelong abandonment for his own child.
āWhich i how i know she will never forgive me, but if you raise her, you may have a chanceā
āIt had to be doneā Maeve whispered desperately as despair crawled into the forefront of her mind from where it had been looming in her subconscious. āIt had to be done Eros, you said that!ā fear gripped Maeve as doubts flickered to life like a flame growing bigger and bigger until it became a fire, rapidly burning away her own comfort.
Then the man, Eros, threw the gasoline. āI did say that. I meant it.ā
The god of love gifts the baby suitably in his arms, he runs a finger down from the crown of her head to her heart. āStay loving, little one.ā
Maeve turned and shielded her and her daughter as she learned to do so long ago.
The tiredness of the last few days caught up to her swiftly as she retreated back inside her small but homey apartment.
She could only hope that eros was right and that if she raised her daughter with love, that she would forgive her for what they - for what she had done.
Exhausted, she closes her eyes for just a moment. The brief but pleasant peace relaxing her weary bones.
Tucking her baby into her bassinet, Maeve sat in her own thoughts, In the silence given to her, almost like a gift of sorts. But not quite.
Not with the thoughts whirling around as if their consent presence was going to change the past. What she had done. No, that couldn't be changed.
All she could do was love her daughter and hope that would be enough.
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