Babies Are Not Scary.. Sort Of

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Babies Are Not Scary.. Sort Of

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“Dark blue or light?” Jewell held the two onesies up for the shop clerk’s inspection.

“Uhhh,” the teen verbalized her doubt.

“You’re right. They’re both too cute to pass up. Put them with the rest,” she ordered, handing the baby clothes off to the clerk so they could join the ever-growing pile on the shop counter. Since Jewell had made the decision to shop for little Malachite Simon, she figured she should do it right. A onesie that read “Future Diamond” joined a Matt and Koy action figure set (along with a plushie Empress for Thia, every little girl’s dream toy) she had found on a clearance rack, left over from last year’s IFL.

Each purchasing decision was made as quickly as possible in order that she could move on to the next store. The final destination was a courier’s shop, where she watched young Éimhín pack everything carefully into boxes to be sent off to Koy and Matt’s residence. The shopping she could handle.. but just barely. It had taken whiskey in her coffee this morning and then two martinis with lunch to give her enough liquid courage to even step foot into one of the stores in New Haven that sold baby clothes. Even then, the first set of tinsy little baby-sneakers she saw had her in tears. Jewell had feigned a sneezing fit just to cover her moment of weakness. An actual visit to drop off the presents--a visit where she would have to see that glow to Koy’s cheeks, the proud smile on Matt’s face, and maybe even hold little Malachite--was absolutely out of the question. The very thought made her break out in a cold sweat. She could not have been happier for the couple, but their happiness brought on the familiar feeling of being punched in the gut and unlike those times when she was in an Outback ring, she didn’t enjoy it.

“Don’t forget a box for this. Make sure it’s labeled for Thia.” Jewell hoisted the final bag onto the counter, this one brimming with books and art supplies for the big sister.

The pile of boxes stared at her, suggesting that maybe she had gone a little overboard. Sure, she was friendly with Matt and Koy. She really admired them both as individuals and as a couple. There was also a kinship she couldn’t always explain between herself and the Fashionista. Still, they were not amongst her closest friends. Although, if she opened that door, could they be?

Jewell briefly considered returning some of the presents she had purchased. But all she had to think about was a dress left at her house long ago and her memory honored at every Fashion Week show before she was pushing a bag of coins across the counter to Éimhín instead. “Bring it over today if you can.”

“Sure thing, Empress. It may take a few trips.”

Jewell shrugged as if the young man’s troubles weren’t her concern. They weren’t. “Oh! I almost forgot.” As Éimhín gathered up the boxes, Jewell slipped a card between two of the topmost ones:
Matt & Koy,
What a blessing you have both received with the birth of your son. I hope you can fully enjoy every minute together with your expanding family. The greatest gift that I can bestow is a Faerie blessing that he will be as strong and steady as his father and as fierce and fabulous as his mother.
xoxo
Jewell
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