“That’s kinda a hard question” Charlotte took a deep breath so she could figure out how to tell her the story about how uncle Mark had died without cracking and start to cry, If it was anyone else, the lawyer shrug off, put a brave face and pretend everything was fine. The lawyer used to that. But with Sage, everything was in a whole different level, some part of her told she could let herself being vulnerable, they had been there through the years they were together, the blonde was the one she could lean on, while other part said she didn’t had the right of doing it, especially with the divorce and everything that happened between them after Ruby’s accident. “Well, Uncle Mark died a month or so. So I came to live here with aunt Diane and their kids. I’m living in their garage, it’s not the best place in the world, but it’s okay I guess.” Instead, the lawyer just said what it was trapped in her throat, fighting her best to not break while saying it. “To be honest, if it’s any indication, it might mean that she will do great things in the future.” She said closing her eyes and giving breath to calm her own nerves, and glad that so far she didn’t ruined everything with her non-sense yet, “Thanks that would be great actually. It’s okay. I’m… I’m try to stop drinking.” The lawyers shrugs, making her way inside the house. This somehow gave her some sense of familiarity and comfort she didn’t felt in any other place. “This place looks really good, though. I don’t know why, but it always smells like Christmas morning in here” She couldn’t help to crack a smile. “Sorry, I just remember when you were trying to teach me how to change Ruby’s diaper for the first time, that she took it out really easily. You were always like the most mom from both of us.”
“Oh...,” Sage started, although she wasn’t quite sure where she was going. She blinked once, then twice, processing the news that Charlotte had dropped on her doorstep. They had spent a good portion of their life together, two worlds entangled into one, over a decade of dating and almost as much married - of course the blonde knew exactly who the woman was talking about, but with all loss, it was just something she wasn’t able to believe, especially when the both of them had experienced their fair share of loss already. When would the world realize it had taken enough from them? At what point would the loss stop coming? “I’m sorry.” The apology finally came, a breath falling from her lips as she finally realized she didn’t know what else to say. Even standing there, in front of her ex-wife, already brought back painful memories Sage thought she had gotten over after the divorce, but talking about loss was a stinging reminder that their daughter was still gone, no matter how much she thought she’d gotten over it. Her free hand pushed the door closed behind Charlotte, allowing the other to walk more fully into the place they had once shared together, her chest freezing at the sight. It was a lot easier to think you were past something until that something stood right in front of you.
“Looks really good... didn’t think I’d hear that compliment for awhile,” Sage finally gathered herself, chuckling lightly as her free hand moved through her hair, knowing that house had seen better days. With Maggie to worry about and the possibility of purchasing the bar on her mind, the last thing she was worried about was picking up the baby toys scattered across the living room floor or moving the milk covered burp cloths from the counter to the laundry room. “It smells like breastmilk and dirty diapers and it’s a cluttered mess, you can tell me the truth.” The soft teasing came surprisingly easy and for a moment, as she cast a slight grin toward the brunette, it almost felt like nothing had changed. “Being a mom came easy after raising Asher, but you weren’t so bad yourself. You caught on quickly,” She reassured Charlotte, nodding toward the kitchen, surprised to hear the woman was planning stop drinking. “Do you want anything else? Water? Tea? A snack? God, I do sound like a total mom, huh?”