Sunday. The one day a week where she didn't spend a minute working. A proclaimed work-a-holic, Evelyn Winters actually enjoyed this one day where she did nothing but spend time with her fiancee. Sometimes it was spent in bed, sometimes it was spend out and about and sometimes it was spent on the couch watching nothing but trashy muggle movies that Elaine put on the television they rarely used. It was Elaine's favorite day of the week and while Evelyn would never admit it, it was hers as well.
It was around ten o'clock that they rolled out of bed, with Evelyn treating her fiancee to a nice brunch consisting of crepes and freshly cut fruit. Elaine had made her eat more fruit than she usually would have while claiming 'it was good for the baby'. Their son. The child that was growing inside her couldn't tell the difference between watermelon and deep fried pickles (a craving Evelyn had yet to rid herself of) but she had indulged the blonde nonetheless.
After lunch they had taken a walk, stopped in at the local farmers market where they brought more fruit and a four bunches of flowers for their foyer, the second floor office, the family room and her own office on the third floor. No freesias insight but plenty of gardenias, larkspurs and lilies.
Now it was early afternoon and Evelyn lay stretched out on the lounger that overlooked their modest but beautiful backyard. They would have to change a few things when the child was born, but she just liked it how it was. They did also live one block from a park that Elaine would probably take their child to every day. Speaking of Elaine, the woman had disappeared inside ten minutes ago and was yet to return. She had started experiencing braxton hick contractions yesterday and Elaine was doing her best to try and make them as painful as possible. Today's idea was a hot water bottle that Elaine had pulled from storage that Evelyn was sure she had never purchased.
"Elaine?" She called, "What are you doing in there?"