#timeislikeawheel

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"Ma, please." Jess begged calmly. "You know this is all I've ever wanted! Two years ago, I was lucky to see sunset, let alone a day like today! I never thought I'd live to get to have a family of my own! Miles was barely older than me when he got married and had Anna! I thought you'd be happy for me..."

Mae sighed and pinched the bridge of her knows as she listened to her daughter. Pregnant.  And to think- not three years ago, they were thinking they’d have to plan a funeral. She supposed there were worse things than being pregnant, but she couldn’t help but think that Jess was too young! And to do it alone...

“Jess, I love you- you know that- I just worry about how you plan on doing this alone,” the woman finally replied back. 

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🍁 : your muse is trying to stop mine from diving into a pile of leaves {{Cause Jesse is a brat and Kate is trash}}

“Jesse Tuck, don’t you dare!” Mae called out to her son, rolling her eyes. That boy had too much energy for his own good!

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1943

The letter that arrived at their cottage seemed innocent enough, at least until Mairead realized that it was a letter from the War Office. 

It was 1943, in the middle (hopefully towards the end) of what people were calling the Second World War, and Michael was away fighting in France. He’d written to her and Jesse plenty since he left for the Front, but this was the first Mairead had heard from the War Office, and it could only mean one thing. 

Despite knowing better, Mairead opened the letter, praying that it would be a mistake, and knowing that it couldn’t possibly be at the same time. 

Madam- 

It is my painful duty to inform you that a report has this day been received from the War Office notifying the death of...

She felt her heart stop in her chest, and she reached for support from the furniture as she felt the room begin to tilt. 

“No,” she muttered, shaking her head and looking for Jesse. Where was Jesse? She needed Jesse, she needed some rock to hold on to. “Not my baby...Not my Michael...Not my...” 

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Separation ||Jesse & Mairead||

"Jesse?" 

She'd been living with him for almost a full month now- it felt longer than that, yet there it was, a month. She knew it was the right thing, to leave her husband, and spare the children a spat, but it had taken its toll, there was no mistaking that. During the day she worked herself to near exhaustion, cleaning the house she and Jesse now shared until it was practically spotless twice over, going into town to make sure they were adequately provisioned, and at night she lay in bed, managing a couple, maybe three, hours of sleep that she would hardly consider adequate. 

“Do you need anything from town?”

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Drinking Buddies!

Mae frowned as Jesse parked the car-- she had finally gotten her license, but had never gotten the hang of driving. Even though she was less of a shut in than she used to be, the woman still got anxious being out in public; things felt safer back at the cabin. 

“-- this is a horrible idea,” she sighed. “I’m going to be the oldest one here-- I mean, obviously the oldest, but also I’m going to look the oldest! Everyone looks like teenagers!” 

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"Mairead, don't do this." Jesse begged. "I know you're angry. I am too. I'm ready to kill him myself. But please, think about Millie and Michael. Do you really want them callin' her their mother? Don't give her the satisfaction of breakin' up another family. She's destroyed him once. And she's go into his head again. Don't give up. Please, fight for him. He loves you, and he wants to stay with you."

“I want to fight, Jesse, I do, but how can I?” She shook her head. “He loved her first…He loved her….He still loves her. I know I shouldn’t try and compete with her, and I resolved that I wouldn’t, but now she’s here. She’s alive, and that changes everything.”