A New Perspective

[Izaak Finch]

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STOP THERE AND LET ME CORRECT IT
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The swing from the bitter, rain-sodden days of winter to the sun that had perched itself
somewhere overhead, there to stay for the good half of a year had only really outlaid a
positivity about Izaak Finch. Pressures were mounting, there were things to buy, rooms
to finish renovating and names to choose. But just to have that place back, that one he
could claim all for himself where the sun shone perpetually, just seemed to make things
significantly less stressful for the man of twenty-one. And with an unborn baby girl ever
nearing her due date, it was natural for any man, any woman, any couple in the world to
be just a little high-strung over what would be a very dramatic, sudden change in lifestyle.

But even with the heat on his back and the sun reaching near painfully into his gleaming
blues, the young man still felt bogged up to his neck as he ran the errands that had been
lingering in the back of his mind for weeks now. Alexis had not only offered but insisted
that she’d do it, but Izaak had other plans and reassured his fiancée adamantly that she
should take the opportunity to put her feet up, relax a little. Alexis made sure her opinion
was heard, her disagreement on all the tentativeness people clouted her with as a result
of her pregnancy. It amused Izaak to no end to see that irritated flash of angry brown in
her irises, to listen to the earful she gave him. Yet she couldn’t come, she wouldn’t have
wanted to; the purchase of gender-orientated gifts was a clue too obvious to let slip past
him. Alexis hadn’t and didn’t want to know the sex of the baby; she was convinced they
were having a son anyhow, already had her heart set on a name that made his own melt
but he knew better than anybody that as soon as she laid eyes upon her daughter, that
this wouldn’t matter in the slightest. They would treasure her and love her just the same.

The bell above the store door tinkled something annoying as Izaak pushed it wide open
with his rubber thong clad foot. Perhaps a hand would have made the job more efficient,
a little neater but his right one was caught holding a slab of butterbeer while his left was
engulfing, or rather being engulfed by, a colossal teddy bear all tied up with a pretty pink
ribbon, and not one of those tacky, show prize ones either. It would tower over their tiny
baby, Izaak knew that much but he really couldn’t help himself. It wouldn’t be the last of
gifts to spoil her either. But it proved to be more trouble than it was worth as he, not able
to see much further than the length of his own nose, bumped right into someone. Man or
woman or child for that matter, Izaak couldn’t tell but he let a profanity hiss past his lips
as the butterbeer shattered to a spectacular end by his feet, the amber liquid en route to
a gutter, the glass lay in glinting shards against the ground. “Sh*t. Sorry, are you okay?”​

 

[Katalina Harker]

It was a beautiful New Zealand afternoon and Kat was glad to be home for a few weeks. She'd almost forgotten how much she loved the weather this time of year...December in New Zealand was so much better than the cold Decembers in England. With both of her parents at work, her sister at school, and Chace doing last minute Christmas shopping the brunette was left to fend for herself and that usually meant that she could possibly land herself in some trouble. Katalina Vanderhol strolled down the street trying to remember if she'd gotten everyone's presents as well, feeling sure she was forgetting at least one person. As she was standing and looking in the window of a jewelry store she was suddenly knocked to the side and for once it was to no fault of her own. "Oomph," she sounded as she fell to the ground. The brunette looked up to see a huge teddy bear looking down at her and she snorted out loud. Standing slowly she examined the damage done which was just a small scratch on her left elbow. "No harm done. I've done worse on my own...trust me," Kat said to the stranger with the giant bear before adding, "You?"

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