[color=662d91][i]Florence[/i][/color]

Florence spent the rest of the week preparing. Like many mothers before her, Florence had started to buy all sorts of books on how to raise a child from her local library. She was probably not one of the most avid readers, but highlighting informative paragraphs and repeating them out loud made her forget the tension between her and her sister. At least that is what she tried to convince herself. Truth be told, the clustered mess in her house didn't prevent her from checking her phone every hour, hoping for a message from her younger sister. Of course she was furious, of course she was hurt. Yet, she loved Sydney. And as irrational as Sydney's sudden departure might seem, Florence simply [i]knew[/i] that she would come back. 

She had to wait until Sunday. As soon as she heard the familiar rattle of her sister's keys, she dropped one of the educational bestsellers and rushed down the stairs, holding her protruding belly. Syd probably didn't have any intentions to run away, but Florence wanted to make sure to catch her off guard.[i] Before she dares to leave me again without telling me about her plans. [/i]

Florence entered the kitchen, scanning the room for her sister, who stood right in front of the fridge. "You're here." Florence said the words matter-of-factly. "And Kaleb is not." She made a small step forward, letting her gaze fall on the bottle of water in her sister's hand. "Are you hungry?"