never a clean break // alex&rosie
To say the past few months hadn’t turned out like Rosie planned would be a colossal understatement. She had succumbed to the bond between mother and child as soon as she had held tiny Alaska in her arms. Adoption was no longer a plausible option for the girl, she just couldn’t bring herself to sign the necessary papers. Nothing could have prepared the young girl for the chaos of mother hood; not even the most horrifying episodes of Sixteen and Pregnant. It meant three or four hours sleep a night if she was lucky, constant nappy changes and trying to cook whilst holding a baby and countless toys. It had also meant giving up Boston and with it, her dream of studying Hotel Management. Rosie told herself it was alright, that she’d find a new dream, but then she’d receive an email or phone call from Alex and the pain of letting her dream slip through her fingers was heartbreakingly real.
She still hadn't told Alex about Alaska. At the beginning, Alex would question her about why she hadn’t flown out to Boston yet, but eventually he stopped asking. Rosie’s responses had been vague and uncommunicative. She hated dodging his questions but what else could she do? There was a reason she hadn’t told him the moment she found out she was pregnant. Despite this, Rosie desperately missed her best friend. She was admittedly somewhat bitter about Alex living the high life in America whilst she was stuck cleaning up baby sick. That was all she seemed to do; clean up messes. When the doorbell sounded one quiet Tuesday morning as she was folding Alaska’s tiny baby clothes, Rosie automatically assumed it was the postman. Sighing the way hassled mothers do she made her way to the door, careful to avoid the various baby-related objects on the floor. Yanking it open, she struggled to contain her shock at the sight of Alex. Her mouth fell open for a few moments before she managed to compose herself. “Alex, what are you doing here?” She asked, in an odd mixture of horrified disbelief and pure joy.














