It takes everything in Georgina to not blame herself for the lack of reciprocation from Lydia now. Had the terms of their dynamic been different, opposite of their mother-daughter approach, she wouldn’t be feeling all sorts of agonization or fright at the moment as she holds the lifeless form in the enfold. Yet, it begins to climb further to the surface the longer they remain in this hold, and well after the moment, the blonde begins to shimmy herself away from the other. All she can feel is her heart drop to her stomach, the uncharacteristic feeling of her features pinching together, and lastly, the sense of two bodies gluing themselves to their mother’s legs like sloths as this abrupt halt in their return back to Ventura perplexed them.
If it hadn’t been for the stream of actions unfolding, the brunette wouldn’t have retrieved back to the present. She’d remain fixed in wonder. Calculating their last interaction on how airy and joyful, they had been ─ going back to their yoga session at Carmichael Roses later that week and showing everyone that a fart could’ve happened to anyone. They laughed so hard that it felt like the muscle in her stomach toned themselves before the Mexico trip. It was full of bliss that she wishes, let alone could gather any ounce of insight, on what happened when they briefly separated. Could it have been her schedule and the frequent visits to Los Angeles? Geo doesn’t think she’s managed to ignore anyone, only taking a couple of hours longer than usual to respond to any messages or phone call, for that matter. Not like she would ever be the kind of person she is, but her mind is growing blank on reasons.
Or it could be similar to her own downfall roughly eight years ago: her postpartum depression after giving birth to Asher. Initially, warning signs about a potential disconnection came only two weeks into being a mother as a cataract of tears overtook her. Eventually, the incidents due to her symptoms of depression became unpredictable. Making a joyous celebration of a new life depending on her comes off as a chore and the last thing she’s wanted ─ though, it was far from the case because motherhood is all she’s ever wanted. Nevertheless, the helix of her own life and pastime is something she knows all too well. One day you’re okay and enough to keep your head afloat, and the next day, things can tip you over like the infamous iceberg that took the Titanic down.
It’s the unpredictability of the world, and this is what she suspects is happening to Lydia currently. This sight of a young woman is unrecognizable to the point of exhaustion, causing her features to look sullen in the dim light and enough to alert Geo about the foul smell of liquor lingering on the other’s body and clothes. It’s a corpse barely functioning and waiting for the last pin to drop: whatever it may be.
I’m fine. Words penetrate the silence malfunction in convincing her, making it known by the firm shake her head to dismiss the false belief. “Ly,” Clearing her throat, hazel optics peer down to the ash-blond lock of Asher’s head before diverting to Joanna’s inky strands in a ballerina bun as Geo carefully chooses her words to avoid a scene. “It’s not like you to ignore calls or messages,” she begins gently, “Unless you’ve been busy, which I can understand… happens to the best of us.” And she understands as life is unpredictable. Nothing is one hundred percent certain. “But I don’t…. think you look fine ─ or alright; however, you want to call it for that matter. Have you been sleeping?”
Or foremost, taking care of yourself in ways like water, enjoying the growing Catalina summer rays, going on walks to clear her mind, spending time with others in comparison to the scent of whatever liquor she’s been drowning herself in.
But, Geo bites down on her bottom petal, suppressing one too many questions coming to the surface because it’s undemanding of her to put her maternal hat on. It’s a title she wore from the age of four as the eldest Livingston was greeted with a sibling. She was too young to do the chores of changing her brother’s diaper or putting away. But, her hazel optics glued on him to make sure no harm could come his way. If someone wanted to get to Gabe, they’d have to go through the young girl first ─ solidify how much it means for her to care and be everyone’s saving grace. “Oh,” It comes out in a dumbfounded tone and widens optics, aware the kids will be listening in to the conversation. So her words are chosen carefully, teeth clenching together: “Did you make sure those men learned their lesson through a bucket of water or a little splash in their faces?” Suppose that could be a reason, willing to play along for the sake, but her gut-intuition alerts her profusely.
Before anything else could be said, specifically on her behalf, Joanna’s perky childlike falsetto comes to life: We just had dinner at Marlins, a momentarily pause from her daughter before continuing with a widening smile, We just came back from Mexico and were lazy to cook… I think mommy has a gift for you too. And Geo certainly does, indicating a nod and a hand planting itself on her daughter’s chest to pat it lightly as a thank you for the assistance. “Jojo is right, I do have something for you.”
It’s not like she meant to disappear.
It’s not like she meant to go three weeks with her phone off and completely disconnected from the world.
It pained her that she had worried anyone. The screaming concern written on Georgina’s features is enough for her to feel the recognizable sinking on the pit of her stomach, making her feel bad about everything that had transpired, and incredibly unworthy at the same time.
She didn’t deserve this. She didn’t want this.
If people didn’t care about her, just how easier things would have been?
The past three weeks were a blur in the blonde’s mind. She had been careless to the point where she had promised herself never to be. Where she had been and who she had been with were questions as unanswerable as where do we come from and where do we go to. She had walked away from the hospital that Monday and at the same time, Lydia had walked away from herself. It almost angered her that other people felt entitled to feel worried about her, about her life, and her well-being. It didn’t make sense. What was about her that was so important? So vital to their lives? What was about her that made her earn a spot inside their mind, no matter how small? What was it about her that others saw and her mother had never seen?
Lydia had grown up under the tutelage of someone who should never have been considered fit for parenthood. She couldn’t remember a time where Thomas Beckett had been gentle towards her, or her sisters for that matter. He was angry, he was violent, and he knew all too well how to show it. Lydia had survived up until she was 18. Hiding away in Eleanor’s house or the school when she needed safe spaces to be. Hoping to get home after Thomas had slept so she could walk him by and pretend she was never home to begin with. She considered so many times to just pack her bags and leave, but who would she belong to if she did that? She excused a lot of his mistakes for the genetic bond that bound them together and the fact that Catherine had left them both. She never told anyone because she was aware that most people would feel it to be wrong, but he looked kind when he slept. Without a worry inside his busy brain and no trace of the nasty alcohol on him. People wouldn’t understand that in those small moments, she really did feel as if she had a father, so she never told them. Now, the blood that Lydia used to think to bind them together, didn’t exist anymore and in its place, left a gaping hole of what ifs, and what could have beens.
On April 13th she had woken up inside the dingy motel room she occupied without a trace of memory inside her mind. A small, blissful window where nothing had changed. Where the man in the hospital was still her father. Where she hadn’t already said terrible things to other people, or behaved lousily because she had been so filthy drunk she had lost control. She didn’t have that anymore. Every single ounce of control she thought to have conquered over the years was now all gone. Everything. Gone. Just like she wanted to be. How could she explain that to anyone?
She recognized Georgina’s tone. She pressed her lips together and instead of speaking anything, Lydia nodded at the question. Technically she had been sleeping, it wasn’t a lie, she just couldn’t remember when it was the last time she had winked for longer than an hour or two before nightmares took over. Trauma was a funny thing, wasn’t it? Her life had been going in a straight line and it only took one curveball to make it all go array. Lydia chewed on the inside of her cheek, wanting to look anywhere but the woman’s hazel hues. This wasn’t the time nor the place to be breaking down all over Georgina, after all, her kids were there, and if she did, Lydia didn’t think she would ever be able to look them in the eyes, ever again. “It’s fine, I’m fine,” she repeated, assuring, echoing her own thoughts and wishes. She just wanted to be fine. Lydia put her now shaking hands inside of the pockets of her coat, wanting desperately for Georgina to believe her words, but thinking it to be next to impossible. “I-- I’ve been having a little trouble sleeping, but it’s nothing too serious, just a restless writer’s brain,” the blonde shrugged, hoping that would take the importance away from the whole ordeal. After all, it would hardly be the first time she lost sleep over something.
Georgina was kind to worry, but she also didn’t need. She shouldn’t have. She had the her whole world wrapping their small arms around her legs. It was a world where Lydia didn’t belong. She smiled at the brunette’s remark, but it was a dull and unflattering smile. Lydia felt far from the sunshine she deemed the brunette in front of her to be. Far from a shining constellation too. At that moment she felt almost as heavy as a rock and as dull as one too, without any of the benefits. “Something like that,” she tried, not even bothering to sell the lie, because they both could see it in Lydia’s eyes that she had not let anyone have it. The moment they were sharing was making her feel so vulnerable, the blonde needed to take another step back, just to give some more space between the two of them, but also took it as a chance to look at Joanna when she had spoken.
It pained to see Joanna so hidden behind her mother’s legs, just like Asher was now. Lydia didn’t have that many interactions with them, actually going over Georgina’s place very few times compared to their weekly encounter at Carmichael Roses for morning yoga sessions and coffee or green juice after. The times she had met with the two of them, however, were happy times. Joanna had once said she looked just like Cinderella, Elsa or Sleeping Beauty in the Disney movies, because of her blonde hair, constrasting Georgina’s Belle looks and her Snow White or Anna, though that had ensued a whole long debate over which princess was the very best and they had settled for Moana, even though they had soon talked it over and decided that maybe Moana shouldn’t be considered in the same level as the others, she was definitely a level more because she didn’t need a prince, and didn’t even marry. Asher was a whole other deal, he always talked to her freely, but once or twice he had blushed and it took Lydia a longer time to get him to warm up. She wasn’t a stranger to taking care of kids, she did take care of Declan, after all, and the mere sight of Asher and Joanna made her want to know how the boy was. She called in with Holly every once in a while, she knew she needed to come back to work sooner rather than later, she just didn’t know if she was ready to resume her life right now.
“She did?” Fuck, she remembered now. She had missed Geo’s birthday entirely. She knew there was something important she had been forgetting, but with her phone off, she didn’t have access to her schedule, she had noted there, to buy Geo’s present, and she had never did. In fact, money was already running low as she had refused to let Holly pay for her leave since she was taking longer than she had expected to. Lydia didn’t crouch to speak to Joanna, fearing that the young girl would smell the alcohol in the clothes and in her breath, that was something she hoped the young brunette would never be exposed to, but the same way her interaction with Joanna had started, it had soon ended when Georgina confirmed her daughter’s words. “You— uhm— you really didn’t have to, Geo,” it wasn’t her to dismiss, and she truly hoped that Georgina wasn’t expecting her to go and pick it up now. “Did you guys have fun? Was Mexico any better than Catalina?” Firing questions was the best way she thought at keeping questions from turning to her as she knew Georgina want to. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t call, I do have your present back at home and I didn’t know you’d be back by now, otherwise I’d have gone to give it to you.”