The three women sat upon the upholstery couch within the Rosier mansion, a strange, almost uncomfortable silence falling over them as the conversation died down. Yet it didn’t bother Aimee much, since she had been the one who wanted to bring together the wives of both Jeremiah and Robin to her home for the past few days. Things had been hectic though but, finally, she’d managed to get all three of them together to simply relax and talk.
There were a few things that Aimee had detected as she spoke with the women. Emilia was silent for the vast majority of it, sitting in a slightly uneasy silence, chiming in now and again. It was Marian who seemed to dominate the conversation though, talking animatedly about this and that, taking a breath only to pause before moving on.
“So that’s when we decided living below college kids wasn’t the smartest idea.” Marian was laughing as the anecdote ended, giving Aimee a cheeky smile.
“I’ll be back,” Emilia muttered as she rose, leaving Aimee and Marian to their own devices. Marian spoke again only when Emilia had left the room.
“Not very friendly, that one, is she?” She frowned slightly as she stared into the space where Emilia had run off to. “I think she’s said maybe three words since she came by.”
“Maybe it just takes some time for her to warm up to people,” Aimee said with a light shrug. Truthfully, she hadn’t gotten a friendly vibe from Emilia either, but she wanted to give her a chance before writing off the other woman completely. Her thoughts were drawn back to the present as Marian pressed a hand to her mouth, giving a little groan, face screwed up slightly. “Is everything okay?”
“Mostly,” Marian gave a little smile when she feeling had passed, taking in a breath before letting it go. “Ralph Shepard said it would pass soon enough but I just want to stop feeling so sick…” Aimee didn’t respond and Marian pressed on. “What?”
“Well…” Aimee took a moment to find her words but Marian found them for her only moments later.
“You too?” A broad grin spread across her features as she clapped her hands together. “When? How long have you known? Does Evan know?” There so many questions bubbling from her lips but Aimee stopped them with a hand and a laugh.
“I’m not one hundred percent certain, not yet. It’s still a little too early to know for sure but it’s just a feeling I have.” Aimee was smiling though– she was more certain than she let on, mostly since she wanted to be sure before she said anything to Evan or anyone else in the community.
The phone rang and Aimee rose to her feet, moving to exit to pick it up as Emilia slid right back into her place upon the couch. There was a moment of awkward silence between them as Emilia shifted a little, not sure what she wanted to say, tongue-tied in a rare moment.
Marian turned to Emilia, giving her a look over before she said, “So, when do you plan on having a family?” Emilia didn’t respond. Aimee returned moments later, catching a glance of the two upon the couch, mentally sighing. Somehow, they’d work things through; for now, she had to make due with the fact that not everyone here was as eager to befriend all who had come with them.
