Post by haven elizabeth scott on Sept 2, 2011 15:32:06 GMT -5
I 'V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.
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Haven was having a long day. Her morning had been spent with a couple who was getting married. They wanted to go through her shop for it all. She wasn't complaining about it. A wedding usually took care of all the bills for a month, leaving her very much in the positive. That always made her husband happy. The less they argued about things the better off they were. Especially because after two years of trying to have a baby they had gotten no where. It left her husband pretty bitter. But, as her mother told her, Haven just needed to do what she had to in order to make her marriage work. Still, she had to wonder if things would be this hard if she had married her ex instead. He was the complete opposite of her husband so she figured he'd have been more understanding. But who knows if they even would have made it that far. Haven's parent's were always clear that they didn't like her high school sweetheart. After he had been caught drag racing that set things in stone. That's when her father decided to take his promotion and leave.
Haven never saw her sweetheart again.
After that she had met her now husband. Things with them had been perfectly fine. Then her endometriosis set in and things changed. Now she was in tears from fighting about how much all her medications, test kits and doctor appointments cost. At this point she was considering just giving up on it all. Her store was more then enough for her. Since she was younger it had always been a dream to be a florist and have her own shop. Being surrounded by all the colorful blooms and sweet aromas had made her head spin wildly. Even she was surprised by how much business she got after opening. Quickly she was able to hire two apprentices and one person to help run the counter as well as ordering new stock. In that aspect of her life, Haven was very happy. If only her personal life matched her business one.
"Hey I'm going to grab a cup of coffee out back. Want one?" Haven asked Cynthia. The girl was watering some of the hanging plants they stole. After making a mental note of how she wanted it made the blond made her way out back. Humming a tune playing over the speakers she began to make a new pot of coffee. When the bell jingled, she poked her head through the doorway. Seeing a familiar face, she waved. "Hey I'm back here making coffee. Come chat with me." Leaning against the counter a fond smile appeared as she settled in for some chit chat
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