with family (isaiah)

[bella]

"Mommy, look!"

Bella looked up from her book, smiling at her daughter. Melissa pointed to the birds that gathered on the ground. Bella nodded. "I see 'em, Mel, I see 'em. What are those, sweetheart, do you know?" Bella asked, dog-earing her spot and setting the book beside her on the bench. Melissa looked at her mother with those intelligent eyes and shook her head. Bella pointed back to them. "Do you see the colors on it, and the big eyes?" she asked as her daughter turned back to the birds. She nodded, smiling a small, child-like grin.

"Those are doves. Turtle doves," she said softly. Melissa looked at them in wonder. Thinking on her feet, Bella dug through her purse. She always carried some treats for Melissa, and there were a few crackers that her daughter hadn't eaten at the most recent snack time. Handing them to Melissa, she smiled. "Break them in your hand, like this," she said, showing her daughter how to gently crush the cracker. "Then throw it to them, so that way they can eat." With that, Bella tossed the crumbs to the birds. The doves turned towards it, pecking at the ground then looking to Bella and Melissa for more food.

Melissa giggle and Bella smiled, stooping over to give her daughter a kiss on her forehead before returning to her bench. Settling in, Bella watched her little carbon-copy feed the doves. She loved her daughter's optimism and view on the world. It was so simple, so joyous and bright. Bella wanted nothing more than for Melissa never to lose that childish innocence, but in the world they lived in it was going to happen. Bella hoped Melissa knew that she could always turn to her mother, be with her family, whenever she needed it.

Bella was far too busy watching her daughter examine the doves to notice someone slowly approaching...

Bella's Outfit

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Isaiah had been very prolific in his writing, insanely so, even with doing double-shifts the past week solid (he had needed to practically beg his boss for them, he had been in sore need of the cash) he had finished a manuscript, bringing the total up to a dozen, and gotten about halfway through the next. Normally he didn't write nearly so much in such a short period of time, but he had gotten a sudden jolt of creative muse, and he simply couldn't stop. It seemed things might be looking up after all, and a more sizable paycheck that week certainly made things better.

He wouldn't be getting any expensive cuts of steak or anything, but it would be nice to graduate from Ramen to canned ravioli or macaroni and cheese for a week or two. Isaiah hadn't imagined that things would be this, well, difficult. So much of his pay each week evaporated before he had the chance to think about it- rent, groceries, odds and ends he had never thought about before having to settle down so to speak. And Isaiah already needed to start saving, Luke would be heading into his fifth year and would need a whole slew of supplies, which were not going to come cheaply.

Isaiah had just come from the cafe in the village after knocking out three chapters, and had gone for a walk to recharge his muse- taking full advantage of his day off to get as much writing as possible completed. He wasn't sure what had gotten him so motivated, he'd never shown anyone what he wrote, but that didn't stop him. Massive notebook tucked under his arm and pen behind his ear, his steps faltered when his gaze landed upon a pretty petite woman and a little girl who could only be her daughter, feeding doves crumbled up crackers.

Isaiah smiled faintly, he remembered her, Bella, from that day what felt like ages ago in the bookstore. He hadn't thought he'd ever see her again, but he felt suddenly glad that he had... He approached her with a smile. "Hey," said Isaiah.

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