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Post by josie on Nov 9, 2008 22:30:34 GMT -5
ms. kimberly josie stevensonOutfit!
Jo nodded her head as he said she was able to cry but she still felt like a wimp. Nobody even died plus she didn’t even know if she was going to have a baby or not. There was still a small chance that she wasn’t pregnant. Still, there were people out there who would love to be having a child. Some couples try so hard to have a baby and they just can’t yet here she was begging to above that she wasn’t going to have one, not yet. She moved her head so that she was staring up into his eyes. His eyes looked big like they always did but she could see that he looked like a lost puppy. He was just as confused as her. That made her feel a little better that she wasn’t the only one confused but she hated seeing him like that. “ I can’t even imagine having a baby. Going into labor, God, that’s going to suck” she mused aloud “ You better be there! Though I’ll probably laugh if you faint. “ She knew that she would probably be in to much pain to even notice him fainting. Just the thought of it made her giggle.
She was snug up against him not, she couldn’t get any closer. His body against hers felt normal natural since they had been in the position for lots of stuff whether that be watching a movie or football game. She had usually sat either in his arms or sprawled over the couch, teasing him by sticking her feet in his face. Once she had stuck her foot in his face right when a football player made the biggest move of the game. He had gotten so mad at her that he banned her from watching the game with him for a month but that fell through the next time a game came on and she had given him her puppy dog look. She was a master at the look whether that be the puppy dog look or the back off look. She just loved making faces and since she got bored often when she was still in high school she would practice in front of the mirror. She had even made a poster of all the different faces she had made. It was hung up on her wall in her dorm.
This whole situation was weird to her. Best friends didn’t kiss and last time she checked, her and Lyon were just best friends. But now that this incident happen did it automatically make them more than best friends? Did it give them permission to kiss each other. She shivered thinking about it. He was her best friend. Best friend and kiss weren’t suppose to go in the same sentence. She had kissed him this morning when she first awoke but that was because she had no idea who she was kissing but at the same time, it felt right not weird until they opened their eyes. Maybe their bodies were ready for them to be together but their minds just forced their bodies to think that they were just friends. “ I don’t know. If you want to” she would let him make this decision because she knew that she would be making most of the decisions when it came to the baby in the future. “ I guess your right” she spoke quietly thinking hard. Then she spoke up “ If I’m pregnant I promise to ask you your opinion before I do anything big. “ she wasn’t going ot get an abortion but she was telling him that if she would decide to have one that she would ask him first. She wouldn’t do it if he told her not too. Though she was almost 100% sure she wouldn’t have one.
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Post by Lyon Brass on Nov 15, 2008 23:58:56 GMT -5
A horrible dryness was beginning to take hold of Lyon's throat. For many that would be understandable in a situation like this but it wasn't nerves that was doing this to him it was a feeling he had felt many times before. The thirst was back. He looked at the untouched glass of orange juice that sat in front of him knowing that wouldn't help him, he needed alcohol. How could he drink at a time like this how could he even think about it drink had got them into this. He began to wonder where his hip flask was maybe if it wasn't far he could sneak a little swig and banish the thirst for a while. Thats when he felt it dig into his leg and knew there was no chance he could get it without having to move. Maybe she won't mind not one little drink he thought looking at Kim from the corner of his eye. How could she not mind. The orange juice would have to suffice for now. Reaching out in front of him he let his hand wrap clumsily around the glass and quickly brought it to his lips letting the yellow liquid run down his throat wishing it was the bitter sweet whiskey he longed for.
He'd never thought about the labor part of this before. His mind had simply saw it as there might be a baby. "Don't worry about it, I'll be their every step of the way. You can crush my hand as hard as you want and everything." He said trying so sound light hearted but suspecting the desperate thirst he was feeling was coming through in his voice. At that very moment in time he hated himself with a passion. Why couldn't he just be there for here now? Why was the thought of alcohol taking up more and more of his brain? Would he be able to fight it much longer? "The way i see it" He said as he snapped back into reality. "My parents were never together, not when i was born not even when my mum was pregnant but i could feel they stilled loved each other. If we have this baby it will sense we love each other too, OK so it's a different kind of love I'll give you that but it's love and thats what they need" This was all one sentence. He knew he should have paused for a breath but if he had he might have started to imagine the burn in the back of his throat when he drank.
"You don't need to ask me anything. Whatever you want to do, you just do it OK." Lyon said in his best attempt at his usual reassuring voice. "If you are pregnant and want to keep the baby, I'll be here like i said. But if you don't want to go through with it i understand completely." He managed to shoot her a little smile before downing half the glass of orange juice. This was all too much for him to comprehend. Half of him wanted a drink, most of the rest of him wanted to help her with this the best he could and some little part of him way deep down was wondering what it would have been like if his parents had been together. If those times their eyes met his mother hadn't looked away so quickly or when he had given her away it had been to his father and Faith was his full sister. What if
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