08-09-2013, 10:31 AM
He's stalling, and she knows it, too. Sam isn't unsympathetic to his plight. He's entrusting the life of a child to a woman he met only a few days ago, and a young one at that. Although twenty-six is hardly as young as most mothers in their world, she is just as uncertain about this as anyone else would be. Or anyone else should be. Adopting a child isn't like adopting a puppy, she can't just pass the baby on to someone else or take him to a shelter because she can't handle the responsibility.
Well, she can. There are people who do that. But she won't.
Luckily, despite not having even the prospect of a partner, she's not going to be doing this alone. She has a brother in the city. She has friends. She has parents who are only a phone call away, one of whom can take that phone call and be in her living room in a matter of seconds. She'll have help.
Though Hosea has done this countless times before, probably has a routine of how to deal with the pang of loss by now, Sam reaches out to him. She puts her hand on his wrist and she smiles at him reassuringly, though that reassurance is by no means without a little bit of trepidation. She's not unaware of the responsibility or the changes that she's taking on.
Giving his wrist a slight pressure before releasing him, she says, "It'll be soon, I promise."
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It's actually just a little later that afternoon. After calling off the rest of her afternoon ("Family emergency!"), she went shopping for the barest necessities. Car seat, crib, diapers, diaper bag, etc. etc. etc. She was right when she thought her family was going to freak out, but thankfully her mother was able to pull herself from her shock and surprise and ensuing excitement to start rattling off a list of things Samantha needed immediately. She stayed with her on the phone while she wandered through a Target, going over this or that thing that she needed.
Sometimes her dad would try to call, which Sam ignored until she couldn't ignore it anymore and had to say, "No, Dad, you can't, I'm at the store," and, "No, Dad, you can't, I'm driving." And so on and so forth.
Then a stop at home to move everything out of her second bedroom and start stashing art supplies wherever she could stash them. And cleaning, oh so much cleaning to be done.
So it's probably closer to early evening when Sam lets Hosea know that she's ready.
Or as ready as she'll ever be.
Well, she can. There are people who do that. But she won't.
Luckily, despite not having even the prospect of a partner, she's not going to be doing this alone. She has a brother in the city. She has friends. She has parents who are only a phone call away, one of whom can take that phone call and be in her living room in a matter of seconds. She'll have help.
Though Hosea has done this countless times before, probably has a routine of how to deal with the pang of loss by now, Sam reaches out to him. She puts her hand on his wrist and she smiles at him reassuringly, though that reassurance is by no means without a little bit of trepidation. She's not unaware of the responsibility or the changes that she's taking on.
Giving his wrist a slight pressure before releasing him, she says, "It'll be soon, I promise."
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It's actually just a little later that afternoon. After calling off the rest of her afternoon ("Family emergency!"), she went shopping for the barest necessities. Car seat, crib, diapers, diaper bag, etc. etc. etc. She was right when she thought her family was going to freak out, but thankfully her mother was able to pull herself from her shock and surprise and ensuing excitement to start rattling off a list of things Samantha needed immediately. She stayed with her on the phone while she wandered through a Target, going over this or that thing that she needed.
Sometimes her dad would try to call, which Sam ignored until she couldn't ignore it anymore and had to say, "No, Dad, you can't, I'm at the store," and, "No, Dad, you can't, I'm driving." And so on and so forth.
Then a stop at home to move everything out of her second bedroom and start stashing art supplies wherever she could stash them. And cleaning, oh so much cleaning to be done.
So it's probably closer to early evening when Sam lets Hosea know that she's ready.
Or as ready as she'll ever be.