Sleeping With The CE Chapter 96: Simple Woman

Chapter 96: Simple Woman

Jane Molson liked to think of herself as a simple woman, with simple wants, and even simpler needs. In fact, if she was asked to leave everything on earth, and pick just one, she would not pick a thing, she would pick a soone. Her precious daughter, her Emily.

That child was literally her world, sotis, out of nowhere, Jane would look over at her daughter and think ’What have I ever done to deserve a child as wonderful as you,’ Being that it was an internal question, she never got an answer, but that did not matter. Emily was hers no matter what.

Whatever she had, or had not done, Emily was her daughter, and Jane loved her more than anything in the whole wide world. Without Emily, Jane was not sure if she would have survived losing her husband.

The days after Peter’s death had been so of the worst of Jane’s life. She had buried her parents, and had thought that she could deal with any kind of loss from them on. But losing Peter had cut at sothing deep within her.

In the natural order things, children buried their parents, so Jane even though she had been hurt over the loss of her parents, had at least been able to understand. But with Peter, there had been no logic to try and diminish the pain. They had said ever after, and promised to stay together ’till death do us part’ they had promised each other that. But at the ti Jane had thought that death was decades away, that she and her soulmate would grow old together. And then one day he was gone and she was a widow, and Jane’s heart had broken in two.

It had felt as though a piece of her soul had died with her husband, and as she had watched his coffin go down, she had wanted to throw herself on top of it. Whether she would have begged him to get up, to co back to life, or she would have asked them to bury her with him, she could never be quite sure. Had it not been for a little hand slipping into hers, a small voice saying "We are going to be fine, okay, mom," She was not sure if she would have ever recovered.

But for Emily she had forced herself out of bed everyday. Doing it over and over again until she began living again, not just existing.

And for that, Jane had her daughter to thank, she loved that child more than anything. But that did not an that her daughter was not responsible for quite a few of the grey hairs on Jane’s head.

Emily was not and had never been, soone troubleso. In most cases, that would have been a good thing, but for Jane, it brought in a whole other level of worrying.

Growing up, Emily had been the type of child who did not like to trouble anyone. And it had gotten worse after her father’s death. She seed to have gotten it into her head that Jane needed protecting even if it ant that Emily was suffering. That ant she patched up her own scrapes and bruises(often badly enough that they had to be redone to avoid infections setting in). One ti she had been stung by a bee in the park. But upon seeing that Jane was asleep on their little picnic blanket, Emily had not even scread. She had sat silently, wiping away tears, her hand throbbing. She had stayed quiet for over thirty minutes, finally making enough noise to wake Jane up when the pain had beco unbearable.

It was a habit that had followed Emily into adulthood, and now Jane was seeing signs that her daughter might be hiding sothing painful from her.

First she had taken ti off without ever ntioning her intent to do so. It almost felt as though she had not planned for it, which was not like Emily at all.

At first she had just lazed about not really doing anything. And then out of nowhere she had just started cleaning like a mad person. Now adding on to that, she was now suddenly looking for another job, while at the sa ti, taking a break from her current one.

It was really saying sothing about Emily’s current ntal state that she would rather work than stay ho and enjoy herself. But since she had started searching for the second job, Emily was more energetic, so getting out of the apartnt was definitely a step in the right direction.

Jane wanted to just co out with it and ask. But in typical Emily fashion, the last ti that Jane had so much as hinted about talking about whatever it was that Emily was going through, her daughter had shut down, evaded, and then found a reason to be anywhere but in the room with her own mother.

The reaction had led Jane to believe that her daughter’s current slump could have been caused by one of two things.

Problems at work, or problems with a man.

Whichever one it was, Emily was clearly intent on handling it herself. Jane just wished that her daughter would lean on her a bit more, like she had back when they still shared a bed because of Emily’s past nightmares.

But Emily was independent to a fault, and as a mom, all Jane could do was stand back and hope that Emily knew to tell her if whatever she was going through got too heavy.

Her daughter was a stubborn one though, and that worried Jane.

’Just be okay,’ She often found herself praying silently whenever she caught sight of Emily with her happy mask down. Unbearable sadness that she would not discuss written as clear as day across her face. It was a prayer that Jane liked to think all mothers had when it ca to their children, and she hoped that sowhere out there, a great being was listening and that her child would make it through whatever she was currently going through unscathed.