 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine was a tad sad that this assignment was just about wrapped up. She had learnt a lot but not quite sure what she was going to do with this information in the future. A kid or kids was/were not a part of her plans of being a world famous artist. The second year moved into the room, Christopher softly cooing in her arms. Cole wasn't there as yet, a glance around the room told her. He'd be there soon, she knew. "Hi, Professor,'' Claudine said to Schmoe.
Then she went to take her seat at one of the tables. The were going to be her final moments with Christopher. Would she miss him? Yes, she would. Would she miss the crying and sometimes overwhelming demands? Not quite. |