𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙰𝙽 𝙶𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙶𝙷𝙴𝚁

— to tell her what to do, but it won’t be exactly what she needs. her hand ran up and down her back gently, gentler than she ever been with Maeve. “Unfortunately I am not equipped for this kind of situation, maevie.” it is strange to call her something she hasn’t in so long but —

she cannot pinpoint when exactly she stopped being a good mom. she cannot remember when she was the last time she cared for her. instead she became her judge, examining every single decision she has ever made just to tell her how wrong she was. —

she look at Maeve and suddenly she is five with scrapped knees crying. her heart softens, heartstrings plucked in a way they hadn’t in a really long time. she does not need the verbal confirmation, she just knows and as such she steps closer, carefully—

coddling you is not going to help you fix the issues that you have. you are smart and capable, the issues is that you are undermining yourself in order to meet others expectations and the people around you are taking notice and because of it they try to—