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Wheeler/Byers Wardrobe Analysis

Season 1 Part 1

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

This has probably already been looked at in depth because hasn't everything? But I looked up potential tags that I’ll be using and didn’t see anything (without scrolling for a year), so forgive me if I’m repeating what’s already been said, but I'm new here (Hi. Hello). I’ve seen a lot about the Will/Mike/El color theory. What I haven’t really seen is colors assigned to other characters. So as I am starting a rewatch, I thought I’d take a look at the color palettes for other major characters and I noticed pretty immediately that there are trends, though it’s less about one assigned color than it is about color palettes and how they are worn. And these trends present themselves a lot in regards to an overall family aesthetic for both the Wheelers and the Byers. So they will be the major focus of this analysis, plus a few relevant others like Steve or El who have a heavy influence on members of these families.

So here’s the first shot of Nancy in the show. She’s in her bedroom (blue and pink pastels everywhere, blue pastel PJs, blue pastel phone)

And here’s the first shot of Karen along with a shot of her and Holly the following morning. I found this really intriguing that right off the bat, we’re shown Karen dressing Holly in EXACTLY the same outfit she herself was wearing the day before. This really sets the trend for how the Wheelers are presented. Karen dresses Holly like herself and a lot of what Nancy wears emulates her mother.

Nancy’s outfit that day once again consists of pastel blues and pinks, just like Karen’s, including a checkered element, just like Karen's. She’s also matching Barb (though Barb is in bolder shades, red versus pink) and Steve in pastel blue. Later that evening when Steve sneaks into her bedroom, Nancy is no longer wearing the pink sweater, wearing only the blue button down and matching Steve even more.

And here is the whole family. Very pastel. Very aesthetic. Very nuclear. Except for Mike, wearing bold primary colors and stripes, as he often does. I’m not going to talk about Mike’s outfits much independently because so many people already have. But in comparison with the rest of the Wheelers, here we can clearly see that he contrasts. He is the outlier and the outcast. He’s the only member of the family not trying to conform (or in Holly’s case, being shaped to conform). Even their placemats match the color palette. But then look at Ted. He’s wearing clothes he probably wore to the office (what office? I don’t know. He seems to always be sitting around watching TV or complaining, but he does leave for work at some point, so…) All of the female Wheelers are matching in their blue and pink while Ted is lacking any color or personality whatsoever and Mike is popping out in his primary colors, though there’s also a lot of soft grey on his shirt that allows him to blend somewhat. Karen, we know, has settled in this marriage and Nancy, we know, is beginning to struggle with fitting in. She’s been a "good girl" her whole life and this really shows in the way she dresses in early season 1. She is a reflection of her mother.

And then here are the Byers. Brown, dark blue, dark green, beige, tan, denim, shearling, corduroy. These are trends for the Byers family. Muted earth tones and strong texture.

EPISODE TWO

We see Nancy and Barb coordinating again, this time Nancy in lavender and Barb in coral (both in delicate sweaters). I think it’s interesting that Barb wears bolder colors than Nancy. Her outfit from episode 1 and this one are both brighter than Nancy’s very pale ensembles. This seems to really demonstrate how much more confident Barb is in her social status than Nancy is. Barb knows who she is and who her friends are. She doesn’t care about being popular. In a way, Barb is a lot more like Mike and the party than Nancy. So Barb wears bolder colors. She’s not ashamed to be a labeled a nerd or a goody-two-shoes. Nancy has been shown to wear a lot of blue and pink, but here, she’s wearing the combination of the two in purple. Steve, throughout all four seasons, wears a lot of blue. I’m just starting this rewatch and closely looking into the wardrobe, but that is something I remember pretty easily. And here, Steve’s whole crew is all dressed in blue. Is the purple Nancy’s pink beginning to blend into Steve’s blue? Or is it Nancy’s own duality beginning to blur as her previously separate colors have merged into one? (or is it a sweater someone picked up and said “yup looks like Nancy”) I think it’s the second one. I think it has nothing to do with Steve, actually, and a lot more to do with Nancy figuring herself out because purple is a color I know Nancy wears again in later seasons as well (to be examined closer further down the line). Nancy in this scene is conflicted about whether or not to lie to her parents and go to a party with the popular kids on a weeknight, all very out of character for her, and she's still clinging to Barb, begging her to come along and trying to force these two crowds that don't mix together. Barb is in pink. Steve and co are in blue. Nancy is in the middle in purple. And like I said, I don't think this is so much ABOUT Steve as it is about who Nancy wants to be. She doesn't know.

And then we come to that fateful party. Nancy changes her shirt in the car before they go to Steve’s house. She’s wearing bold red stripes, completely out of her usual color palette or style. The texture is different, the pattern is different, the colors are different. It’s not Nancy. And in a few episodes, Nancy tells Jonathan she and Barb went shopping for a shirt she thought Steve might like. It feels safe to assume this is the top.

I also want to note that Barb has not changed her clothes from earlier in the day, nor has Steve. But Barb is now wearing a blue jacket over her bright sweater. She doesn’t want to be at this party, but she came anyway for Nancy. She’s hanging out with people she doesn’t like and she’s now wearing the color they are all also wearing. Except for Nancy. Because she tried to pick out something Steve would like, but there’s a disconnect here. Nancy chose something red, a bolder variety of one of her usual colors, rather than something blue, Steve's usual color. This could be a way of demonstrating that Nancy doesn't actually know what Steve likes or wants (and the obvious that she's trying too hard).

Karen’s outfit in this episode is again very close to Nancy’s. It’s actually very similar to Nancy’s outfit from the last episode where Nancy wore a light blue button down with a pink cardigan. Here, Karen wears a light blue button down with a pink and grey sweater vest. And once again, Mike’s outfit contains a LOUD and nonconforming color palette.

Meanwhile, in this Byers flashback, Will is dressed in Byers colors, but he, like Mike, is also wearing pops of primary colors. Mike’s outfits have contained bright colors but also reflect, stylistically, the Wheelers. His shirts are preppier and he's wearing khaki pants here. Will is similarly reflecting his own family stylistically with a T-shirt and jeans, but brighter.

I also want to note that this (episode 2, the day after the party finds El) is the first time we see Mike in red. Mike and Will's shirts in this episode are actually really similar, both containing blue, yellow, white, and stripes. But the top portion of each of their shirts reflects the person they are seen interacting with most in the episode. For Mike, this is El. For Will, it's Jonathan. And I don't know if I can declare brown Jonathan's color, but he wears it a LOT.

This is long and it will only get longer as I continue this silly adventure, but I'm sharing my observations for fun.

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chapter two — fighting vainly the old ennui

➝ cassie is determined to have a child on her own. but something tells her she needs an opinion on this.

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Cassie woke up the next morning without much of a hangover to speak of, which surprised her, given how much wine she’d had — two glasses at dinner and an entire bottle after she’d gotten home.

She stretched and yawned a little before checking her phone, remembering she’d left herself a reminder in her Notes app before she’d gone to sleep.

She opened it, trying to remember what had been so important.

“Look into the IVF process/doctors in Oxford”.

“A baby? How silly”, she thought.

As she went about her normal Sunday, though, little reminders kept popping up, almost as if the universe was trying to tell her something. Logically, she knew it was some sort of frequency illusion — she had been thinking about babies, so of course she had started noticing them more. There was an episode of a programme on the BBC that featured a pregnant woman going to the doctor. Her Instagram feed had, yet another pregnancy announcement, just posted that morning, from the wife of someone she knew that worked at Williams. On her way out of her building, she saw an infant-sized mitten lying on the sidewalk. Her neighbors on the ground floor of her building had welcomed a child a few months ago, so it was very likely theirs. She picked it up and put it in her coat pocket, with the intention of returning it to them later on.

But, what truly broke down her resolve was her trip to Sainsbury’s. As she was trying to find the best bunch of bananas — she liked them to be ripe, but still with a little bit of green left in them, and no brown spots — in the produce section, she felt someone tug on the hem of her jacket. She looked down to see a toddler-aged girl goggling up at her. Her hat was askew, and she had the arm of a stuffed bunny clenched in her little fist. Cassie was speechless.

— Hi! — the little girl said, looking expectantly up at Cassie.

Cassie was dumbstruck. The little girl was adorable — she had a matching pink coat and hat, purple tights with small shearling winter boots, wisps of curly blonde hair poking out from under her hat, and enormous green eyes. She was possibly one of the most adorable children that Cassie had ever seen.

Cassie was about to respond until she was interrupted by the girl’s mother frantically running up to her, scooping the toddler up into her arms.

— Ada! I told you to stay by mummy and not bother the nice lady.

She lifted the girl — Ada, apparently — into the seat of her shopping trolley and turned to Cassie.

— I’m so sorry, I’m trying to teach her not to do that, but she just loves to talk to anyone she can find.

— Oh, that’s okay, it’s no bother, really. It’s nice to meet you, Ada — she said to the small girl. Ada giggled and waved “bye bye” with her adorably small hand as her mother pushed her trolley away from the banana section.

Before leaving the shop, Cassie stopped by the pharmacy section and bought a bottle of pregnancy vitamins. She’d read that women that were even considering pregnancy should start taking folic acid supplements, and even if she didn’t end up going through with the IVF process, it would apparently be good for her hair and nails.

After returning home from her errands, Cassie set herself up with her laptop on the couch and set to work doing research. She’d considered adoption, but a cursory glance indicated that she was not likely to be approved. Sure, her career was stable and she had the financial means, but as a single woman with a full-time job, she was not an ideal candidate, at least for an infant. She might be a good candidate for a school-aged child, but that wasn’t what she wanted. It was possible, but it looked like the process would be long and expensive, and if she was going to go through a long, difficult, and expensive process anyway, she quite liked the idea of raising her own child from birth.

She spent the rest of her day reading. She read about the examinations she’d need to undergo — an overall health screening, genetic testing, ovarian and uterine examinations, the cycle of drugs she’d need to take to stimulate egg production and regulate her cycle, the ultrasounds, the dozens of blood draws and injections she’d need.

“At least I’m not afraid of needles”, she thought.

All of it needed to be meticulously timed in a window of two to three weeks, and it was not likely to work the first time around, necessitating additional attempts if — or rather, when, it failed. Somehow, though, none of that dissuaded her, and the next day, she called her normal doctor to schedule an appointment to get a consultation and a referral for a fertility clinic. Her appointment wasn’t for another week, and she found herself growing increasingly nervous about the idea. She wanted to talk to someone about it, but she wasn’t quite that close to many of her coworkers. She thought her friends would insist she was crazy. This was the one of the rare situations that made her wish she and her mother were close and had the kind of relationship where they could discuss this sort of thing.

While she wasn’t close with her mother, there was someone in her family that she could have a talk with to possibly get the reassurance and encouragement she was after — her Aunt Sybil.

And so, the next weekend, Cassie made the two-hour drive down the M34 to Chichester - her hometown, and where her parents still lived. Sybil lived there as well, in a grand old Georgian house in St. Martin’s Square, practically in the dead center of Chichester, almost a stone’s throw from the infamous Chichester Cathedral.

Sybil had always been Cassie’s favorite relative, aside from her little sister. Sybil was the fellow black sheep of Cassie’s family, never caring much to uphold the social mores she’d been raised in. Sybil’s parents — Cassie’s grandparents, never minded, though, as they were rather secure in their position in the hierarchy of well-to-do British society. The strictness that Cassie had dealt with growing up had more to do with Albert, her father, than it did Andromeda, her mother. As Cassie had gotten older, she’d realized that Andromeda was someone who was easily shaped by her situation, using adaptation as some sort of coping mechanism. That, and Cassie had long suspected that her father had a… Physical way of imposing his views on his wife. As much as he considered himself to be a proper English gentleman, he was a brute when nobody else was around.

Cassie’s parents had always referred to Sybil, when they were feeling charitable, as “eccentric”. Behind closed doors, though, Sybil was “absolutely barmy” or “stark-raving mad”. She was Andromeda’s sister, and the eldest of the three Percy sisters, and the only one of the three that never married, apparently content to remain single. However, everyone in the family suspected that her longtime housekeeper, a French woman named Sabine, was much more than merely household staff.

Cassie parked as close as she could get to Lion Street and walked to Sybil’s house, getting a bit nervous as she pressed the button for the doorbell. It wasn’t as if she was dropping by unannounced, or that Sybil disliked her, but dealing with her family always set Cassie at least a little on edge. After what seemed like too long, Sabine opened the door.

— Ah, bonjour, Cassandra! — she said in a barely-detectable French accent, enveloping Cassie in a hug as she stepped into the entryway — It’s so nice to see you. It has been a while, I hope you’ve been keeping well.

— Ah, yes, it’s good to see you too, Sabine. It’s been too long. I think I was last down here for Goodwood, right? — Cassie said, shedding her coat and scarf. Sabine took them immediately to hang up in the house’s coat closet.

West Sussex was the home of the Goodwood Festival of Speed, which took place in the summer, at the Goodwood House, just north of Chichester. It was a hill climb competition primarily, but the event always featured lots of Formula 1 cars, vintage and modern. Most of the teams in F1 also usually participated in some capacity, including Mercedes. Cassie had traveled down this past summer to work on Mercedes’ marketing for the event, and had stayed with Sybil and Sabine for the weekend. Her boss, Toto, had participated, driving a 1957 Mercedes-Benz 300 SLS on loan from the Mercedes-Benz museum, in some show runs.

— Your aunt is in the sitting room. She’s expecting you. I’ve prepared some tea with scones, jam, and clotted cream. Normally I would join you, but Sybil said this was a family matter, so I will be in the kitchen if either of you need me — Sabine said as she escorted Cassie through the entryway. Cassie glanced around at the walls as she walked, to see what new pieces Sybil had added to her art collection since she’d last visited.

Like most women of Sybil’s social standing, she didn’t have a regular job per se. She filled her days with ostensibly philanthropic activities, and most of Sybil’s interests were in the arts community. As far as Cassie knew, she was on the board of several museums and galleries. She and Sabine regularly attended openings and showings, where she would buy paintings to add to her extensive collection. The works that were hanging on the walls of her house were only a portion of the artwork she’d purchased over the years. Her tastes were varied — she had classic works, as well as newer works from younger, contemporary artists as well.

As Cassie and Sabine rounded the corner out of the enormous entryway, turning right into the downstairs sitting room, Sybil arose from the wing chair she’d been sitting on, stepping forward to give her niece a hug.

— Hello, ma petite étoile! — she said, embracing her — So good of you to come and see me!

— It’s good to see you too, Auntie — Cassie said, her voice strained by the way Sybil was squeezing her.

— How are you doing? Are you doing well? Your mother doesn’t ever talk about you when she comes by to visit — Sybil said, placing her hands on her niece’s shoulders and looking at her from arm’s length — Please, sit down, relax, and tell me everything that’s been going on lately.

— Well, that’s not surprising — Cassie said, sitting down on the chair opposite of the one Sybil was sitting in — I think she and dad are still mad about… Something I did. Who is to say, really? I haven’t talked to them in ages. I figured that if they want to know how I am doing badly enough, they’d pick up the telephone. But, things are going well. Work is fine, mostly just preparations for pre-season testing. It will be another month or so until things really start picking up.

— I’m glad to hear it. And, as far as your mother goes, I wouldn’t fault my sister too much — Sybil said, picking up a teacup and a saucer from the serving tray on the table. She poured a cup, putting in a little milk and a little sugar, and passing it to Cassie. Cassie accepted, thanking her aunt, who said — You know how your father can be.

The two of them glanced knowingly at each other, and it gave Cassie a chance to take a good look at her aunt. It had been a few months since she’d seen Sybil, but she never really seemed to change much. She kept her gray hair long, and it flowed past her shoulders. While most women Sybil’s age preferred to crop their hair short and color it, Sybil refused, leaving it as long as she could stand it. “Aging is a gift that few are given, and I am choosing to embrace it”, she always said, whenever one of her sisters or her society friends suggested covering her grays with dye or having some “work done” on her face.

She was wearing a colorful, flowing, gauzy top that draped elegantly to her knees, and a pair of matching solid-color palazzo pants that Cassie would have thought was a skirt had Sybil not crossed her legs as she sat back down. She had an impressive stack of various jingling bangles on her wrist, along with a beaded necklace that matched her enormous dangling earrings. She was wearing a pair of beaded sandals that showed off her toes, which were immaculately manicured, same with her fingernails. She may have been a bit odd by the standards of most of her social circle, but she still put a great amount of work into her appearance.

— So, what did you want to talk to me about? — Sybil asked, smiling kindly at her niece, leaning forward a bit.

— Ah, well — Cassie said, setting her teacup down on the small tea table — There’s not really any easy way to say this, because I am afraid it sounds entirely crazy, but… I am thinking about having a baby.

Sybil almost dropped her teacup in surprise. She did drop the saucer, but luckily, it managed to land with a soft thump on the elaborate Persian rug that covered the sitting area.

— My word — her aunt said, bending over a bit to fetch the saucer.

— I’m… Sure you have a lot of questions — Cassie said, looking down at the teacup in her hands — I’m sure it sounds completely bonkers…

— I do have a few questions, yes. First of all, do you have a secret husband that I’m not aware of?

— No…

— How would that work then? As far as I know, it takes two people to make a baby, doesn’t it? Unless you intend to carry the reborn baby Jesus…

— No, of course not! It would be with a — Cassie cleared her throat. The nerves were starting to set back in, and she willed her voice to not waver — A donor. There’s clinics that specialize in this sort of thing. You pick the… Father, I suppose, out of a catalog, they have his, um, material frozen and banked, and then, they fertilize one of…

— Ah, yes. That. I’ve seen things about that — Sybil said abruptly — And you intend to raise a child on your own? I thought you never wanted to have children!

— I’ve been thinking about that. I think that, deep down, I always did want to have children, but not necessarily a husband. Most of all, I think, I just didn’t want to give mum and dad something they were expecting of me, but lately, seeing everyone my age with their little families makes coming home to my empty flat every night seem incredibly depressing. I know I could just get a cat or a dog, but it’s not quite the same thing. Plus, I am getting to an age where even if I do find the elusive man of my dreams, my time, biologically speaking, is running short.

Sybil scratched at her chin, in deep thought, just like her sister always did.

— Again, you’re planning on doing this alone?

— Well… Why not? I have a good job that I’ve been with for going on a decade now, I have good benefits and a generous maternity leave, childcare benefits, all of it. I’ve looked at my finances, and everything works on paper, at least — Cassie, needing something to do with her hands, picked up a scone from the tray and splitting it open, spreading some jam on the inside of it.

— Isn’t it better to have a… A partner? I know there are plenty of single mothers, but surely that would just make things more difficult?

Cassie sighed.

— Well, from what I know of everyone I know that has children with their partners, really, is that sometimes when you have one, it’s like having a second baby.

Sybil smirked, knowing exactly to whom she was referring. Both Jason, Cassie’s brother, and Jack, her brother-in-law, had grown up in similar environments, which did not do much in the way of fostering independence in boys. Their households had staff to take care of most things, as did their residences in their boarding school days.

As part of their education and upbringing, Cassie and her sister had both learned the essentials of running a household — cooking, cleaning, childcare, and other sundry tasks — but boys were not taught such things with the expectation that they would be the providers of the household, working while their wives took care of hearth and home. However, the end result was more of a case of a sort of learned helplessness; Jason and Jack would be absolutely hopeless without their wives doing everything for them, god forbid anything should happen to either of them.

— I cannot disagree with you there. I don’t even think that brother of yours could manage to make a sandwich on his own. With written instructions! Diagrams, even!

Cassie laughed.

— I mean, I know it sounds completely crazy, but it feels like something that’s a bit of a now or never sort of thing. Even if I got pregnant tomorrow, I’d be in my forties by the time the child would be starting school, and if I’m waiting for a serious relationship, like I had with Callum, I think I’ll be waiting for a while.

— There’s really no prospects at all? I would think there would be quite a few nice, educated men in Oxford…

Cassie laughed, a hearty “hah” coming out, almost reflexively.

— The last few dates, especially the last date I went on, have been absolute nightmares. It’s like they’re all competing for who can be the biggest knob — she crossed her arms, recalling her hellish evening with Peter — The last one… He took me to a French place, which was fine. But then, he ordered both the appetizers and the main course before I’d even set foot in the restaurant. Escargots for the appetizer, and you know how I feel about that.

Sybil nodded. The entire family was familiar with the escargot incident.

— The main course was a passable loup de mer, which wouldn’t have been my first choice, but he chose it because he assumed that I didn’t know anything about French cuisine. The food wasn’t even the worst part. No, on the first date, this man tells me that, should we get together, he expects me to leave my job, because my working environment is far too — Cassie made air-quotes with her fingers — masculine for me, and that his prospective partner loving him meant nothing. He needed commitment, which, the way he explained it, sounded like he is looking for a servant more than a partner. So, I told him off and stormed out in the middle of dinner service.

Sybil laughed, doubtlessly imagining the scene her niece caused.

— But, every date I’ve been on since breaking up with Callum has felt like that. All of them want the same thing, and it’s something that I would rather not be party to. It’s not the 19th century any more, or even the mid 20th century. I want a partner with whom I can have an equitable, loving relationship, but if that’s what I am waiting for, I think I will be waiting a while. So, if I want a child, so I can have my own little family, I’ll just have to do it myself.

— Well, ma étoile, if there’s one thing you’ve always been consistent on, it’s following your heart, and following something through once you’ve decided on it — Sybil said, scratching at her chin once again — So even if I didn’t support this venture, which, I do, considering you seem to have given a lot of thought, I don’t think I’d be able to change your mind, regardless.

— Thank you, Auntie — Cassie said, softly.

— But, don’t completely write off finding someone just yet. The man you’re waiting for might still be out there, somewhere. Maybe where you’re not expecting to find him. I know there are still good men out there. At least, I think so, Lord knows that I’ve never looked — Sybil said, with a knowing wink.

After they chatted about other things for a while, Cassie said goodbye to her aunt and Sabine and drove home. She spent the entire drive back thinking about their conversation.

She had some more research to do, mostly into the costs of the procedure itself. She was well aware that it wasn’t cheap. She had some savings, and there was also some money she had in a trust that had been set up when her Grandmother Percy had passed, and that would more than cover it.

For the rest of the weekend, she continued reading and researching in an attempt to try and calm her nerves about the process. She was reassured when she found an online community of women who had also opted to go through IVF without a partner. She spent what felt like hours combing through various posts, reading as many stories as she could. It was helpful — she found answers to a lot of questions she’d had, and some things she hadn’t considered, like legal parenthood status of a partner in the event she did get married to someone after using donor sperm, and needing someone to accompany her to certain visits to the clinic because they involved sedation, like the visit for her egg retrieval. She realized that once she had a schedule confirmed, she would need to let the HR department know which days she needed to take off, and find out the details of how maternity leave worked.

Sunday night, she got curious, and searched a few websites for donor databases in the UK. They had fairly limited information, and did not show any pictures, but they had physical characteristics listed, along with staff impressions of the donors’ personalities, what sort of education the donors had, and some other data, like what kind of genetic screenings they’d had, or their nationality and ancestry. Cassie spent a few hours browsing through the pages, trying to narrow down what she wanted the father-to-be to look like.

She purposefully avoided potential donors with light hair and blue eyes — Callum had ruined that particular combination of features for her. The rest of her family all had fair-colored features as well, so she opted for donors with darker hair and darker eyes. She considered looking for other redheads to maximize her chances of her child ending up with red hair as well, but, as expected, there were no donors with red hair. The fact that she ended up with red hair and brown eyes amongst a family of people with mostly blue eyes and dark blonde hair was a mystery. Her older brother, Jason, used to joke that she was adopted, or left in the yard by faeries as a baby.

— One step at a time, Cassie — she told herself, closing her laptop.

She only had a few days until her appointment with her doctor, and hopefully she wouldn’t have to wait too long afterwards to visit the clinic.

Sunday night, she went about her usual routine. When she was standing at the sink, brushing her teeth, she looked at herself in the mirror, imagining how she would look with a round, pregnant belly.

After she laid in bed, she tried to imagine what her baby would look like, given the selection of donors out there. For some reason, she envisioned herself having a little girl. She imagined trips to the zoo, to the park, to the family day picnic at work, playing with some of her coworkers’ children. She imagined sending her daughter off for her first day of school, going to her plays and concerts. Just as she was dropping off to sleep, she imagined herself sitting in a rocking chair, in a nursery, holding the swaddled baby in her arms as she sang it to sleep — a lullaby she’d learned in a Modern Greek class in University that always touched something in her.

As many stars as they are in the sky, my pearl,

And they sparkle one by one, and they sparkle one by one

So many times my eyes, my pearl,

Cried for you, cried for you,

Come on, dear mother, love me too,

Rock, dear mother, the child for me.

It was a strange feeling. Cassie had never wanted children before, not even when she and Callum were discussing engagement and marriage. Part of her felt that children were the next natural step, but then, she didn’t even want to consider it.

But now, it was everything she wanted.

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