Small Town Dork

the mother’s pov : 

❝Do you want to feel the baby kick?❞  ❝I’m eating for two, so let’s go grab some grub.❞  ❝I’m… pregnant… and it’s yours.❞ ❝We need to talk, I need to tell you something..❞  ❝I’m too far along for an abortion.❞  ❝You want to give our baby up for adoption?❞  ❝I need to know… if you love me, if you love us..❞  ❝I thought you would be happy… it’s our baby.❞  ❝It’s your baby I’m carrying…❞  ❝I want to tell you that’s it’s yours but it’s not…❞  ❝I want to find out the gender with you there.❞  ❝I’m so lucky to have you by side during this pregnancy.❞  ❝I wouldn’t want anyone else by side during this pregnancy.❞  ❝Do you feel that? It’s the baby… it’s kicking.❞  ❝I’m not going to be surrounded in a place were my baby isn’t wanted.❞  ❝How could say that? This is our child to be!❞  ❝I’m pregnant, I can’t act like a child anymore.❞  ❝I’m pregnant, not incapable.❞  ❝I’m sorry you’ve had deal with my pregnancy hormones lately…❞  ❝I just wanted to wait to tell you, I wanted to know for sure I was keeping it.❞  ❝I’m not sure what to do anymore but it is your baby…❞  ❝This is just as much as your baby as it is mine.❞  ❝I’m not lying! We can do a test right now!❞  ❝Why are you blaming me? We at both at fault! It’s not the baby’s fault!❞  ❝I’m not going to be around people like you, who don’t support me.❞  ❝I am keeping this baby and I’m not discussing it anymore.❞  ❝People have told me I’m glowing lately and I know why…❞  ❝I’m ready to be mom! More than what you think!❞  ❝I will be a great mother to my child, unlike you!❞  ❝This is my decision! Not yours!❞  ❝You told me you wanted the baby and now you don’t?❞  ❝Why are suddenly against having this baby with me?❞ 

the father’s pov : 

I met a boy with irises akin to liquid gold and honey; Who doesn’t think his eyes are pretty but I can’t think of anything more spectacular.

I met a boy who let me borrow his T-shirt; Who says he trusts me. I met a boy who bought me five dollar wine; Who called me strong.

I met a boy with thick, dark hair; A burning gaze, soft skin. Strong, capable arms; Captivating presence.

There was a moment of silence where Alcide looked at the other man trying to figure out if he was joking or not. He tried to make a coherent sentence to express his disagreement. Yet, the only think that came from his mouth was a hollow sound. He could barely believe what the other man was telling him.

“Woah, woah. Have you stopped for a second to think about what you are telling me?”  He said trying to make sense.  Alcide assumed Jason may have a plan of action. He may be dumb, but he wasn’t stupid enough to get inside the wolf’s den without a coherent plan of action.

Jason waited for Alcide to respond, to say anything... Instead he sort of just moved his mouth without a word. The cop knew that his idea was insane, Jason was just a human. There would be tons and tons of vampires in New Orleans at the Authority HQ. He would have to go in guns blazing to take them by surprise. He let out a sigh when the wolf was finally able to say something about Jason’s absurd plan for the day.

The Voice caused Boomer, Mack’s dog, to hop off the porch and run towards the new being. The dog sniffed at the man and walked back to Mack before she could yell at the dog. Apparently, some neighbors would bother her. The new arrival to her property, Jason Stackhouse, seemed friendly enough. Boomer hadn’t bitten his leg off, so if the Dog that can fetch a high powered gun like him, then he must be okay.

“Evening, Mr. Stackhouse. I guess word got around about the new girl then, I’m Mack. Sorry about Boomer, He’s been a little jumpy since we left Montana.” Mack said, she figured Boomer hadn’t bitten him because of the pizza.

“Is Bon Temps always this quiet? It’s a little unnerving.”

Jason looked at the dog and smiled. He adored dogs more than anything, there was just something so pure about them. They tended to be able to see if a person was good news or bad, and they were fiercely loyal. He probably would have a dog of his own, if he trusted himself to be able to take care of it. After all that had happened in the last year, though, he was sure he should never be trusted to watch over another living being.

“That’s okay, he must know that I am a dog lover. That or he likes pizza.” The man joked. He held the pizza high, and crouched down to rub behind the dog’s ears. “Nice ta meet cha, Boomer.”