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The cupboards were emptied, the walls laid bare, the entire house stripped of every last furnishing that had made it a home. Leah Bennet couldnt tell if it was her unsettled daughter inside of her or the overwhelming desolation of what had once been home that made her stomach turn squeamishly inside of her. Perhaps it was just the former, maybe it was the latter too. But change, as Leah had come to painstakingly realise over the past few years, was bittersweet. They said that there was always a light at the end of the tunnel but for the Finch family, that tunnel had been one hell of a long and treacherous journey. Exactly what marked its beginning and its end was an ambiguous call to make. It could have started at the birth of Bondi as a home for her and her brother over a decade ago, it could have started before they were even born in the satanic makings of one Marcus Finch. But of this much she was certain, there was not a time darker in their lives than that which had followed the accident that had taken the life of her best friend, the girl intended to be her sister-in-law. Alexis. Almost as if her unborn child had detected the name, her name, as it had jolted through her mothers thoughts, she kicked about in the womb as if to say Thats me, Im here! The thirty year old smiled, entertained by the thought for a brief moment as she rubbed a soothing hand over her swollen stomach and whispered softly to her baby, I know sweetie, I know.
Despite the tragedies that had befallen them all, Leah had managed to find her light and she held it as close and as tightly to her as possible. Having seen the heartbreak Izaak had gone through had only caused her to grip a hold of her love just that much tighter. She and Fletcher had finally wed last Spring and now were expecting this beautiful baby she was already five months pregnant with. Fletcher had been her rock, her shoulder to lean on through everything and for somebody who hadnt fallen in love until her mid twenties, Leah could confidently say that her husband had been well worth the wait. The hand that was not rested lovingly upon her daughter grazed carefully along the walls as the expectant mother padded through the hall. A whole palm dissolved to three fingers and soon enough there was just her index finger left, tracing each intricate detail of her first home as if to soak in every lingering memory. Leaning against a door frame, she allowed her eyelids to flicker shut and noticed that it still smelled the same way it had when she and Izaak had first moved in over a decade ago of the ocean breeze and coconut oil. It still had an air of independence about it too, a gawky, bold independence too rash now for a woman of her age to exert. She had been nineteen and pregnant with Jay, sickeningly afraid but overwhelmingly excited all the same. If she reached back far enough she could even remember Izaak bursting through the front door, a surfboard under one lanky arm and a goofy smile stretched right across his boyish face. The splutter of an engine from the moving van outside caused Leahs eyes to shoot open but she suddenly felt as if she was still lost in a daydream of memories. Because there was a spitting image of younger Izaak, rearing through the door with a surfboard tucked beneath his arm. Mum, are we ready to go? But through the knot in her throat, Leah could not answer her son. Tears began to well in her bright blue eyes and cloud her vision. Damn these pregnancy hormones. But blame it as she might on her pregnancy, Leah knew deep down that the realisation of the time that had flown by would have gotten her teary anyway. Mum? Are you okay? Jay stared awkwardly at his mother, unsure as to whether or not he should comfort her because it wasnt an uncommon sight to see her crying anymore. Yep, She hiccupped. Im fine baby, all ready to go. Hastily she brushed the tears from her face despite the ones that streamed afresh down her cheeks and guided her son out of the front door. With a poor attempt at stifling a sob, Leah took one last longing look into the empty house and then locked the door behind her.
But as one door closes, another opens and as Leah turned to face her ruggedly handsome husband in the drive a smile so bright shone through her glassy tears that trembled down her flushed face. Her arms reached out for him, for that tall torso so familiar and comforting, and she buried her teary face into his chest. Ugh, this is so silly. She mumbled and hugged him as close as her baby bump would allow. I really am excited, I promise.
Despite the tragedies that had befallen them all, Leah had managed to find her light and she held it as close and as tightly to her as possible. Having seen the heartbreak Izaak had gone through had only caused her to grip a hold of her love just that much tighter. She and Fletcher had finally wed last Spring and now were expecting this beautiful baby she was already five months pregnant with. Fletcher had been her rock, her shoulder to lean on through everything and for somebody who hadnt fallen in love until her mid twenties, Leah could confidently say that her husband had been well worth the wait. The hand that was not rested lovingly upon her daughter grazed carefully along the walls as the expectant mother padded through the hall. A whole palm dissolved to three fingers and soon enough there was just her index finger left, tracing each intricate detail of her first home as if to soak in every lingering memory. Leaning against a door frame, she allowed her eyelids to flicker shut and noticed that it still smelled the same way it had when she and Izaak had first moved in over a decade ago of the ocean breeze and coconut oil. It still had an air of independence about it too, a gawky, bold independence too rash now for a woman of her age to exert. She had been nineteen and pregnant with Jay, sickeningly afraid but overwhelmingly excited all the same. If she reached back far enough she could even remember Izaak bursting through the front door, a surfboard under one lanky arm and a goofy smile stretched right across his boyish face. The splutter of an engine from the moving van outside caused Leahs eyes to shoot open but she suddenly felt as if she was still lost in a daydream of memories. Because there was a spitting image of younger Izaak, rearing through the door with a surfboard tucked beneath his arm. Mum, are we ready to go? But through the knot in her throat, Leah could not answer her son. Tears began to well in her bright blue eyes and cloud her vision. Damn these pregnancy hormones. But blame it as she might on her pregnancy, Leah knew deep down that the realisation of the time that had flown by would have gotten her teary anyway. Mum? Are you okay? Jay stared awkwardly at his mother, unsure as to whether or not he should comfort her because it wasnt an uncommon sight to see her crying anymore. Yep, She hiccupped. Im fine baby, all ready to go. Hastily she brushed the tears from her face despite the ones that streamed afresh down her cheeks and guided her son out of the front door. With a poor attempt at stifling a sob, Leah took one last longing look into the empty house and then locked the door behind her.
But as one door closes, another opens and as Leah turned to face her ruggedly handsome husband in the drive a smile so bright shone through her glassy tears that trembled down her flushed face. Her arms reached out for him, for that tall torso so familiar and comforting, and she buried her teary face into his chest. Ugh, this is so silly. She mumbled and hugged him as close as her baby bump would allow. I really am excited, I promise.