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Post by Tamara George on Jun 16, 2011 11:31:44 GMT -5
Tam paced back and forth, pushing a hand through her shaggy golden curls as she continued to try and wrap her head around this terrifyingly large, gargantuan effing...problem...then again she'd trying to get a grasp on it for the last month or so and it hadn't made an ounce of difference. Today however, well tonight, she'd finally decided to do the unthinkable.
Tell the sod who'd bloody done it.
The lull of the waves against the concrete side of the pier as her increasingly furious and violent thoughts drove forward. Up to this point she'd been downright defiant, she couldn't...she barely like to think the word but...pregnant? She'd ALWAYS been so careful, no matter what everyone said about her being a dirty whore, blah blah, etc, she'd ALWAYS made sure and yet now, here she was, finally brought down to her knees.
She'd probably cried solidly the night before, too miserable to even gorge on the junk food that had become somewhat of a companion of late, knowing all too well that it'd just be brought up with the next days bout of morning sickness. So instead she'd decided to walk round Richmond for a bit, eventually settling with the pier and finally texting Bear.
She hadn't said anything about it, she'd told him to meet her, he probably thought it was for a shag (hey, they'd done it in stranger places...) but for once that was the furthest from her mind. She wanted to tell Chicago or Pippa or Semp or even Sage but somehow, and she didn't know why, but she felt an almost need to tell him.
Because after all he was the only person it could be, the last few months before the...little incident, her attention had been entirely concentrated on him...bleh. And now she was going to be having some idiotic...prats(!) kid!
And god she was going to make the git suffer.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jun 17, 2011 16:25:01 GMT -5
That song The Lazy Song is the story of my life. I could just spend everyday laying in bed, not doing anything but either watch TV or stare up at the ceiling or sleep. Or go shag Tam. That was the only good alternative to dragging my lazy ass out of bed everyday.
So when I got the text from Tam to meet her somewhere, I managed to drag myself out of bed, not even bothering to clean up or anything. Aside from brushing my teeth and putting on cologne, of course, but other than that, I just threw on whatever clothes I could find, slapped on some shoes, and then headed out to the pier -- one of the places I despised the most.
Tam was already there when I arrived, and she looked weird. Not exactly sure why, but she just.... did. I shrugged it off, but then that was quickly replaced with the fear I had of the water that was waving up onto the shore underneath the pier. I slowly and carefully picked my way across the planks, going over near her, but I was sure to stay clear of the edge. "I'm here. What do you want?"
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Post by Tamara George on Jun 17, 2011 17:17:58 GMT -5
Tam leant against the railing despite being perfectly aware of Bear's prescence, before he'd even spoken. She took a moment, steadying herself and pursing her lips.
"You took your time," She muttered bitingly under her breath before she turned to him, ever so slightly pleased to see the slightly nervous expression of his face as he looked at the water. Good. She wanted him to be uncomfortable because he deserved it, he deserved to feel as bloody awful as she did and it made her glad to see him afraid...she hadn't much sleep the night before, her thoughts were somewhat darker than usual...
She knew he hated the stuff...that was probably also why she'd asked him to meet her there.
"You fucked up," She said flatly and as calmly as possible.
OOC: Short post I know, next one'll be better! ;P xD
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jun 17, 2011 17:27:28 GMT -5
I eyed the water nervously, shoving my hands into my pockets as though it would make me feel better about where I was standing, or more like I was secure. That didn't help against all the creaks and squeaks the damn pier was making every time a massive wave hit the thing. Fucking piece of shit. How the hell is it still standing? They need to make all these piers out of stainless steel... or just not have them at all. I like that idea better.
Looking back at Tam, I raised an eyebrow at her statements. "I always take my time, thank you." I stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Pft, she must be hells stupid if she couldn't figure that out by now. "And I fuck up all the time. You'll have to be more specific."
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Post by Tamara George on Jun 17, 2011 17:42:09 GMT -5
"Well maybe you should try and be more fucking reliable!!" She snapped before pausing and taking a deep breath, steadying herself slightly once more, flailing around for the right words although everytime she thought of just...coming out with it, it became a more and more difficult thing to stomach.
"We urm...there was a...mistake...well actually you were the mistake..." She said slowly, trailing off slightly as she breathed a sigh, pushing a hand through her hair. Maybe...maybe she shouldn't tell him, after all what difference would it make? He'd only bugger off and leave...not having to hear him say it would make it all so much easier. She couldn't ignore it, she'd tried that and with every day it was growing and...she'd thought of an abortion, she really had but she didn't think she'd be able to go through with it, she didn't need to ask him to...to pester her into getting rid of it or make this into something stupid thing. She didn't want to think about it practically because that would make it all too real and...she couldn't afford to break down in front of Bear. Ever. That was the real thing, she was afraid she'd cry and the unsaid agreement had never included anything about feelings or any crap like that. She wanted him to stay, of course she did but she'd have rather died than ask him. She'd have rather died then let him see her week.
"I erm..." She said distantly before she sighed, her gaze swinging back to him.
"You know what, it doesn't matter," She said, a small forwn pinching her brow.
He didn't need to know, there was no need...
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Post by rosenfeld on Jun 17, 2011 17:57:20 GMT -5
I snorted. "You know me well enough to know I'm not a very reliable person, Brit." I muttered, shrugged.
She seemed a bit distant as she went on, but then she came around and told me that it was nothing, but Tam was never like this. She was not the kind of person to back down like this. "It's obviously something if you bothered to bring me down here, of all places." I said a little more harshly than I had intended, but it was the truth of what I was thinking.
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Post by Tamara George on Jun 17, 2011 18:11:27 GMT -5
Tam's gaze sharpened as his tone became harsher, observing him for a moment as her anger finally boiled over but still, she gave the smallest smile, moving off the railing and closer to him.
"You want to know what's wrong, do you?" She murmured softly, turning randomly seductive, here eyes flicking down to his lips despite the cold fury storming through her.
"What's wrong, is that I currently have some life form growing around in here with half your DNA, and no, it's not April Fool's. Happy daddy's day Bear," She said with a light fake laugh although her tone completely flattened with the last sentence, any false pretence dropping away instantly as she focused on keeping her expression in check.
"Well done darling," She spat sarcastically before turning and leaning back against the railing, more because she was secretly far too afraid to so much as glance at his expression.
She'd said it...it was out there...and there was no turning back...
So as they say.
Let the flames begin.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jun 17, 2011 23:20:05 GMT -5
((I did not realize that my last post was on Dominic's account. x.x -failure- ))
Well of course I wanted to know what was wrong! Why else would I have asked that in the first place? Fucking idiot.
I looked down at her as she came nearer, that sexy madness about her turning me on in an awkward way. I was hardly paying attention to what she was saying.... sheesh, I'm pathetic. Until she mentioned that there was a lift growing in her with half of my DNA. Then the whole smirking fell from my face and the sexy pissed off thing fell apart. I stood there gawking at her, silently watching her as she went back over to the railing.
Oh, so this was my fault? All my fault?
"Oh, so this is all my fault?" I asked, unable to really disguise the anger that I was feeling. "How the hell was I supposed to know that the condom wouldn't work? And besides, you're the one that asked for sex the most, and getting pregnant is always the risk of it, so don't 'well done' me, Brit."
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Post by Tamara George on Jun 18, 2011 0:42:15 GMT -5
Tam's gaze snapped over to him.
"What so you're saying I WANTED to get myself pregnant?!" She demanded heatedly.
"YOU'RE NOT THE ONE WHO'S GOING TO END UP LOOKING LIKE A BLOODY BLIMP!!" She roared losing just about every restraint on her anger.
"DON'T YOU DARE TURN THIS ON ME!! You can just...turn around and walk away from this like it doesn't affect you, I'M the one who's going to end up fat with bloody stretch marks!! I'm the one giving birth!!" She snapped.
"I TOLD YOU TO MAKE SURE THE CONDOMS WERE ALRIGHT!" She yelled furiously.
Ok so perhaps, from anyone elses view but Tam's, it could be debated that perhaps there was the tiniest chance that it could be sighted as a mistake perpetrated by both of them...but for the sake of keeping ones head and metaphorical balls, it was best not to mention this.
Other than Bear of course, but part of her had known he would and in some small way that's why she'd called him. To prove it to herself. So that she could disperse that anger and prove to herself that he was everything that cynical voice in her head had painted him out to be. The sex thing had been fine, she'd enjoyed it immensely...well before this had happened but she'd always been the tiniest bit guarded with any feelings other than that.
She did actually trust him with a few things, in fact, and here was something she'd have died rather than have said, she DID like him. Probably more than she should too. And that above everything, confused and irritated her.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jun 18, 2011 21:12:19 GMT -5
"I'm not fucking saying that!" I retorted sharply. "Then what the hell are you yelling at me for?! It takes two to make a fucking baby! This isn't completely my fault!" My hands were out of my pockets and clenched tightly at my sides. Why the hell was she yelling at me? It wasn't all my fault.
"And I only got the condom a week ago, so I don't know what the hell went wrong with it. Aren't you on the pill, or something?" My voice had risen to the same pitch as hers, but just a deeper tone, of course. I took a step closer to her, but as soon as I heard the boards creak unnervingly underneath me, I quickly retracted back, standing where I originally had been, looking back up and glaring at Tam. "Unless you kill the kid, you're just going to have to shut the fuck up and get over it." I wasn't sure where I stood about abortion, but it was her choice, so why the hell did I care? I'm not too keen on human life as it is anyway.
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Post by Tamara George on Jun 19, 2011 16:31:02 GMT -5
Tam let out something very close to a growl, throwing her hands up in the air before her hands slid into her hair.
"Yes I was on the fucking pill! I was on every bloody thing you can bloody be on and it STILL happened? I mean for crying out loud!" She cried in aggravation, although her eyes narrowed as he took a step towards her, glaring back at him, almost glad when a particularly large waves crashed against the side, the foamy spray flicking up against her cheek.
Bloody hell what she would have given to be a kid of Poseidon right then...
She opened her mouth to keep, a fiery taunt playing on the tip of her tongue when he spoke and again and temporarily, the fight left her. She stood there, remaining utterly silent as she just stared at him, somewhat lost and perhaps a little helplessly as he came out with the thing she knew he'd come out with, the thing she'd been dreading.
"Well...I...I haven't...I hadn't thought..." She struggled for a moment before she pressed her lips before she paused.
"'Shut the fuck up and get over it'?" She growled, her temper sparking to new heights.
"'SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OVER IT'?! IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO FUCKING SAY?! IT'S A FUCKING BABY!" She roared.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jun 24, 2011 21:49:51 GMT -5
Oh, so it was still my fault. Great, just fucking great. I threw my hands up in frustration, turning my back to her and shoving a hand through my hair, ruffling it up even more than it had originally had been. I then brought my hand down across my face as if I could rub off the frustration, but that obviously wasn't working.
Once she started talking again after my abortion comment, I whirled back around and went right up to her. "THEN WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING DO ABOUT IT?!" I yelled back furiously, my dark eyes narrowed onto her. Tam wanted me here to tell me she's pregnant, so what was I to do about it? The kid wasn't even going to actually be born for what, eight months or so? Plenty of time for her to decide if she wants to fucking keep it or not.
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