Who: Cordelia Newman & open! ( 4/6 )
Where: Downtown, Merrock
When: late November 2025
The first big holiday ( in her opinion ) had come and passed, and the Newman household was a mix of all kinds of chaos. It was a time of year that brought some of the sweetest, happiest moments, but was a reminder of loss for the two children who had stolen Cordelia's heart a year ago. It was a bittersweet time to say the least, and now she was in the thick of getting ready for the holiday cheer one way or another. There was still so much to come, Cienna's birthday was coming, her own birthday, add in Christmas and New Year, and it was set to be a crazy next several weeks. It was what had the blonde out running errands without children in tow. With her daughter's fifth birthday coming up she was attempting to pick up some presents and get them settled and tucked away, before she started stressing about all the Christmas shopping there was to do. Add in she had to pick up a few things for the much awaited trip Cage had promised her and the blonde was a bit scattered. She'd blame it on pregnancy brain later. There was a grumble and she knew she was hungry and needed to get something to eat, this far along if she didn't often lead to slight dizziness or a pure hangry lady. Making her way towards somewhere she wasn't paying attention as she went to open the door and turned her side bumping into someone, dropping her phone and hearing that familiar crunch. "Shit." Cordelia murmured, "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention, my mind was on food and food only." Now all she had to do was get the phone off the ground.
It was her first holiday season with a moving wrecking ball of a son. Archie had already broken two lines of garland ( the second in the space it took for her to grab her guitar from the bedroom). She'd caught him twice trying to climb onto the mantel to retrieve the dancing Santa doll she kept there. Last year, he hadn't even known how to crawl. There was a fondness to that ignorance now, to the woman who didn't realize that she would need to babygate her Christmas tree. She was downtown grabbing some extra decorations (replacements really) when she bumped into Cordelia on her way out of the local bakery. "Well fuck," she said. She looked to the pastry that had fallen against the sidewalk, wondering if five seconds rules counted here. Swallowing the shiver of disappointment at the loss, she bent to pick up her sister-in-law's phone and handed it over. "Don't sweat it. I remember that phase. I could demolish a whole pie in one sitting during my third trimester. How's the phone?"

















