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19 october 1979

“I didn’t see Annie there.”

“Did she stay to watch Kira?”

“We could’ve gotten a sitter, Ed, why didn’t you tell us?”

“I need to tell you guys something...”

It had been two weeks. Two weeks, and the three of them sat on the sofa together, with half of Edgar’s life packed into boxes scattered around them. He twisted his wedding ring on his finger as he spoke, and kept his gaze on his hands. Annie had left, she wasn’t coming back. They’d made the decision together, it had ended peacefully, and no, he wasn’t alright, but he was going to be. He was moving to a smaller house, he’d found a little two bedroom with a small yard for the dogs. He was figuring it out as he went. Beyond that, he didn’t know.

There was no gap of silence when he finished. They were both staring at him.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Edgar...”

They both took his hands. And it didn’t matter that he was crying, didn’t matter that he was on his own again, because he wasn’t alone. Not really. Amelia was there, and Jon, and the three of them sat there and held hands while Edgar cried and shook his head at them. He didn’t know what to say. And that was alright. There was nothing that needed to be said.

The three of them went to pick up Annie from the sitter, and what was left of the Bones family returned to the house. Kira was settled in her crib within an hour, and the siblings took up their positions in her room-- Jon in the rocking chair, Amelia curled up on the window seat, Edgar sleeping on the rug with his head resting against one of Kira’s stuffed toys. Edgar didn’t have to think about anything. Kira’s late night whinings were greeted by Jon or Amelia’s “I’ll get it,” and Edgar would drift back to sleep when Kira’s sounds quieted.

He woke up at six like normal, more rested than he’d been in months, and snuck out of the room, making sure that he didn’t wake the other three as he tiptoed downstairs and started to make breakfast. After half an hour, footsteps thundered down the stairs, and Edgar looked up, smiling at Jon and Amelia entering the room, Kira tucked safely in Amelia’s arms.

“Hey kiddos. Breakfast?”

“Yes!”

“I’m starving.”

“Aaah!”

Edgar’s small smile widened a fraction. “Couldn’t’ve said it better myself, Kiraloo.”

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once there was a way ;;

self para, featuring annie and kira bones

date: october 3rd, 1979

Edgar was exhausted. His head drooped as he entered the house, a full day of work under his belt and a lack of energy to do much of anything else hanging heavy to him. He’d left for work before anyone was awake, kissing Kira goodbye and Annie too before he’d hurried out of the house and spent a full day tracking down a few leads he’d been given to investigate. He was tired to the bone, feet dragging, and a small but tired sigh seemed to fill each breath that he took.

Annie was sleeping when he got home, as was Kira. He wasn’t surprised. It was late, and if he was honest, he and Annie had hardly exchanged more than twenty words with each other in weeks. Work consumed as much of his time as it possibly could, and when he was home, his time was spent with Kira, with fulfilling the obligations he had taken on when he’d promised to love Annie for better or worse, for richer or for poorer.

It was the latter on both accounts, however, which hardly helped things feel calm in the house.

Edgar sat with Kira curled in his lap, rocking her quietly, when he heard Annie get up, and when he raised his gaze, she was standing by the door of Kira’s room. He smiled at her tiredly.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” she murmured. He shook his head.

“I didn’t want to wake you up.” He looked back down at Kira for a moment before he looked at her again. “How were things today?”

Annie shook her head. “Same as always.” She sighed, and remained at the door when Edgar beckoned her nearer. “I’m going back to bed, then.”

“Okay.” Edgar looked back down at Kira. These were his days, this was the silence. The routine. He sighed, brushing his hand over Kira’s wispy hair and shaking his head. He felt alone, except for when he was here. Kira’s little eyes focused on his face, and she chirped at him until he presented her with a finger to chew on. He smiled down at her, though he couldn’t say that his smile was a happy one. He sighed, and leaned back in his seat. It wouldn’t be the first night that he slept here, holding Kira close to his chest until she fell back asleep. And he didn’t think it would be the last either. It was the only place he felt at home. “I love you, Kiraloo,” he whispered to Kira, who looked up at him with her wide little eyes when he spoke. He brushed his fingers across her temple. “I love you so much, kiddo.”

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