The Time Has Come To Talk of Other Things // Briar & Annie
It had been the hardest 5 months of Briar’s life. All she could do was be in bed when at home and eat, watch TV, and read; she also only could direct at the theater, which for a girl who’s only been on the other side of the theater, watching someone else be Mrs. Lovett secretly broke her heart. But she knew that she’d be back up there one day, only this time with a little face in the audience smiling up at her, then waiting in the dressing room. Her daughter. Whenever she felt as if it was getting to be too much, Briar would simply rub her stomach and breathe.
One afternoon, just sitting and reading her copy of Les Mis, the young actress felt her stomach begin to ache. She sighed simply and started to get up to get some aspirin, but when she stood up, an odd sensation between her legs and a slight twinge of pain brought her to her knees. She unconsciously held her stomach, her chest beginning to heave as she slowly began to realize what was happening. “Annie …” she said quietly between breathes. “ANNIE GET DOWN HERE!” Briar then said louder, squeezing her eyes shut.
It was probably a universally acknowledged truth that Annie had not exactly been supportive in the most recent months of her marriage. At first the prospect of the new baby was exciting but then the hormone surges and the rampant complaints from her pregnant wife settled in and the story shifted entirely. Seeing as Briar had been confined to their bed, Annie had taken to hiding from her frustrated wife in the attic, a small setup that included a small lamp, pillows and blankets, and a crank TV used for camping laid out in the dusty space that had yet to be furnished properly.
One day she sat there on her laptop looking for recipes that would be the most beneficial to not only Briar’s but the baby’s health when she heard her wife cry out. This wasn’t any ordinary shouting though, this shouting made Annie’s heart race with worry. Without a second thought she ran downstairs to the bedroom. “What’s going on? Is everything okay? Is it the baby?” Questions shot off like bullets as Annie knelt down next to her wife and placed a hand on her back as she searched for answers.
Day 1 of hiding in the attic permanently.
I have books stashed up there and a bunch of pillows. We haven’t gotten around to furnishing it up there but it’s better than being downstairs.
Briar has yet to notice.
I swear if Briar complains one more time I will just start screaming.
I love my wife. I do.
But I get it, you’re holed up in bed and can’t do anything.
I’m going back to the attic, she can’t climb the stairs she’s so bedridden.
Hiding in the attic to avoid the wifey’s wrath….
This is what my life has become…can I just say I can’t wait until she pops. I’m scared to leave the attic…I don’t wanna get yelled at again
It’s one in the morning. Why do I hear the Cheers theme song playing?
I love you so much Annie.
You infuriate me on a regular basis, you challenge me, you frustrate me beyond all reason…and I love you for that. I love you Briar, more than words can possibly say.
No problem doll! Just think, this time next year, we’ll have one more place setting at the table for birthday dinner.
Wow….I still can’t believe any of this is happening. I’m so lucky to have you, both of you.
Happy Birthday to my beautiful wife Annie <3
You are the sweetest! Thank you honey, it’s been the best one yet! Love you <3