The Salt in Our Letters
Don Hume x Original Female Character
Part 7 (as of now) of “He’s Progressed and She’s Impressed”
Fic summary: Don joins the merchant marines while Kate navigates loneliness at home
Chapter summary: Kate gets an unexpected roommate while Don writes Kate from the middle of the South Pacific
Rating: M (but individual chapter is rated T)
Content warnings: none applied (unless you count Don feeling a little seasick?)
Word count: 4,376
Author’s note: I AM RUNNING OUT OF GIFS (also, I found them on Pinterest so I have no idea who made them) But we get to see mildly ticked off AND a cocky Don in the same chapter!😏
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Chapter 9: Grady and a Game of Chess
The weeks went on and Kate carried on. When she wasn’t at work, she diligently kept up with her household duties, tending to her chickens, and of course awaiting more letters from Don.
Obviously she aced her interview, and Bobby was right about employers being desperate for workers because they didn’t care that she was expecting. Or, rather, they didn’t even ask, which either way, she was incredibly thankful for it. She decided that she’d set some money aside for fabric and, as she grew, she’d sew herself some clothes that would hide her belly as well as she could. She wasn’t quite sure what she’d do when her due date approached but for now, she figured she’d put it out of her mind and cross that bridge when she got to it. In the meantime, she’d go about the job as if she wasn’t even pregnant.
She remembered stressing about what she wore to the interview; she didn’t want to overdress, but she also wanted to make a good impression. She decided on a cream-colored blouse under a brown wool jacket paired with a matching A-line knee-length skirt from the same material. With a ration on silk, she was thankful to have two good pairs of intact stockings that she had before the war broke out. They’d add to the flair. For her hair, she did a half-up style with pin curls; classic, yet effective. For her makeup, she did what she usually did for all her formal events: eyeliner drawn close to her lashes, a subtle flick at the outer corners; she forewent the shadow but brushed her eyebrows up into a gentle arch and secured them with a small amount of vaseline. She then topped off the look with a heavy coat of mascara and a light application of rouge to her cheeks; not only was it trendy, but it would also aid in making her appear more awake instead of how she really felt these days. Which was tired and sluggish. She completed her interview look with a small neat pillbox hat; she personally thought it looked rather smart paired with her matching tailored suit. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, checking for any wrinkles or lines that may have gone askew. When she saw that everything was straight, neat, and prim, she grabbed her purse and went on her way.
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