Sarah stared at Antoine with a glare in her eyes. Regardless of where his cuts and bruises were, she raised her hand to slap his arm. No, she would not move to a place where people had to use horse and buggy to get around. She would end up losing her mind if she couldn't do something more advanced than churning butter. Nor would she let her daughter grow up believing everything outside their home was evil. But, she was taking all of this seriously. He was joking and her mind just ran with the idea which made her skin crawl.
"I should have hit you harder for that." the words were muttered, uttered softly beneath her breath. She moved to stand next to him, to the other side of him that she didn't hit. Being apart for so long, she didn't like the idea of being too far apart. For once, she maybe the one who wanted more contact between the two of them, than him. It wasn't like her to reach out and initiate anything unless she was in the mood. Granted, she was, but now wasn't the time to reconnect on that level. Besides, she wasn't even sure how they would go about it, considering her baby bump.
Though now, her mind was more focused on what they were going to do once she went back to talk to Coulson. She wasn't fearful of her own punishment, but how they would take it out on her child, or Trip. Whatever, she could get through it. If they wanted to take her into prison, then fine, she would go through that for Trip.
"But...Miami wouldn't be bad. Nice weather, no one would notice us...could see more than just the four walls of a condo." Something she couldn't do because she was ready to throw up every five minutes. It was just an idea, but they could virtually move anywhere, provided it was safe and secure for them to raise their daughter.
Though, in moving...that left the question of, would Trip want more children? Or could she have more kids or even get through the next number of years without dying? They had more heavy topics to talk about, but she didn't want to ruin the nice and calm atmosphere they established now.
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"I should have hit you harder for that." the words were muttered, uttered softly beneath her breath. She moved to stand next to him, to the other side of him that she didn't hit. Being apart for so long, she didn't like the idea of being too far apart. For once, she maybe the one who wanted more contact between the two of them, than him. It wasn't like her to reach out and initiate anything unless she was in the mood. Granted, she was, but now wasn't the time to reconnect on that level. Besides, she wasn't even sure how they would go about it, considering her baby bump.
Though now, her mind was more focused on what they were going to do once she went back to talk to Coulson. She wasn't fearful of her own punishment, but how they would take it out on her child, or Trip. Whatever, she could get through it. If they wanted to take her into prison, then fine, she would go through that for Trip.
"But...Miami wouldn't be bad. Nice weather, no one would notice us...could see more than just the four walls of a condo." Something she couldn't do because she was ready to throw up every five minutes. It was just an idea, but they could virtually move anywhere, provided it was safe and secure for them to raise their daughter.
Though, in moving...that left the question of, would Trip want more children? Or could she have more kids or even get through the next number of years without dying? They had more heavy topics to talk about, but she didn't want to ruin the nice and calm atmosphere they established now.