[it feels like her death grip on the edge of Rory's bed is the only thing keeping her standing; she can't let go to touch him, comfort him--and how the hell could she even? It's like her entire world is being snatched away from her, the world she *could* be living in, safe with her husband and her--her baby girl--
She is *so* not ready to be a mum, but even though she hasn't lived what Rory has, the strength of the protective, maternal feelings flooding through her make the white noise in her ears buzz even louder. She isn't ready, she hasn't even had this baby, but she loves it and would do anything for it with everything she has. And hearing that their daughter is stolen from them is crushing her]
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She is *so* not ready to be a mum, but even though she hasn't lived what Rory has, the strength of the protective, maternal feelings flooding through her make the white noise in her ears buzz even louder. She isn't ready, she hasn't even had this baby, but she loves it and would do anything for it with everything she has. And hearing that their daughter is stolen from them is crushing her]
Rory--tell me--tell me everything.