Raw Need

It had been a while since the last time I’d held her crying like this - she’d been sixteen and her first real boyfriend had dumped her. I’d honestly been a little flattered that she’d come to me to cry and talk it out instead of Emma or Todd. I held Amelia for a while as she just cried, all the possible reasons why she was here running through my head. The apologies were my only clue really, and I narrowed it down to Amelia either having failed out of college or that she’d gotten knocked up.

“Porcelain,” I murmured once she’d settled a bit, sitting across my lap with her head buried in the corner of my neck so I could only really see her light blonde hair. The tears had stopped, though she still sniffed occasionally. She hadn’t even gotten her coat off yet, though I’d threaded my arms inside it so I could hold her comfortably. “What’s wrong, honey? Are you pregnant?”

“What?!” she said, sitting up and looking at me. Her pretty, delicate features were a little puffy from her crying, but