Make
Up My Heart
by Laura B
A Diane Lloyd story.
Lyrics are from Starlight Express and are copyright of the Really
Useful Group
It's
time to choose between the two of them - I'd better make a
start. Someone help me make up my heart. Tell me how to make
up my heart.
Diane
had just finished work and was making her way to the car park;
she couldnt stop thinking about her and Owen, and the
times she had shared with Ric. Owen was providing her with
a wall of support in her role of looking after Jack, and she
could not thank him enough for that. Ric had not left her,
he was still making sure she was ok, making sure she could
cope looking after herself and Jack, both men were being supportive.
The
thing that was playing on her mind the most was the fact that
she felt like she was hurting someone, someone who wasnt
herself; the person being Ric. He had always been there for
her when she needed it, good times and the bad times, or when
she felt like she needed someone to listen to her moans and
triumphs. Owen was different, he had supported her through
Joannas death and the two of them had realised that
they could work together as a couple.
Maybe
it was good to have a change in her life, a new beginning
and the responsibility of caring for Jack, it didnt
matter how happy she felt when she was with Owen, she felt
like she should be with Ric.
They
say two lovers can be twice the fun - They think they're being
smart.
Ric
wasnt the only one Diane felt like she was hurting,
that night in the bar when Owen kissed her, she realised Chrissie
had been there as well. Was Owen using her to get back at
Chrissie? Diane didnt want to be the replacement in
his life, she wanted to be in it fully or not all. There are
so many decisions to make she thought to herself as she climbed
in her car, sitting in there a few minutes before starting
up the engine and preparing to drive home.
The
journey lasted forever, and she was glad when she had finally
reached her home. As she gathered her bag from the back of
the car, Jacks baby seat caught her eye; she had always
thought that if she had had a baby she would have liked it
to been Rics. Painful memories of Steve and his baby
she had aborted came flooding back; blinking to hold back
the tears, she went inside.
Jacks
childminder Rachel was waiting inside when Diane opened the
front door, Rachel took a great weight off of Dianes
shoulders, he wasnt a burden, but she couldnt
look after him and have a full time job at the same time,
Connie had already made that quite clear to Diane. Handing
the money over to Rachel, she picked Jack up who was currently
lying down, gurgling in his cot. The door closed, Rachel had
gone, the perfect time for Diane to sit down and relax with
her nephew, her one and only nephew. Kicking off her shoes,
she lowered herself gently onto the sofa, careful not to make
any sudden movements and upset Jack. As Diane sat and cuddled
Jack, she was making a mental comparison between Ric and Owen,
she knew picking the best qualities of each man was no way
to decide who she liked better.
One
of them is strong, one of them is good, but both could turn
out wrong so who gets the part, make up my mind, make up my
heart?
She
stopped for a minute, looked down at Jack and realised he
had nodded off to sleep; she placed him gently down in his
cot and went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of
wine. Still on her mind was the list of qualities she liked
about Ric and Owen, Ric had the advantage, she had known him
longest, shared the most memories, treated her well, been
together and still managed to maintain a professional, working
relationship. Owen was different, but still shared some of
the same qualities of Ric, he made her happy, supported her,
treated her well but they were still a new couple, nothing
like the length of relationship she had shared with Ric.
Diane
blinked and realised what she had been doing, she was disgusted
at herself, one of her best qualities was that she never pre-judged
anyone or had favourites, and what was she doing, she was
favouring Ric over Owen!
I
don't want one to win and one to lose - Can't tell them yes
or no. Choosing one means letting one go, I can't face letting
one of them go.
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