Dawn-Flavoured

The sweater given to her by her friend now sat in her lap, fingers kneading the soft fabric like a cat making nervous little biscuits.  They had been through this with past friends, so she knew it wasn’t as if Fliss was about to tell her that babies were god’s mistake and she could never be friends with a pregnant whale.  But also, there had been friends that had come and gone from their friend group who had disappeared into their marriages and motherhood and never came back out, something Charlie would refuse to do.  Not only because she wasn’t that person, but also she don’t think she’d make it through the process sane, without her best friend.  But even with all her nerves, as it finally dawned on the blonde and she was questioned, Charlie couldn’t help the growing smile on her face.  She began to nod before she could even open her mouth, “Yes and yes.” she bit her lip, “I’m in my second trimester,” she finished with a shrug.  “And no I didn’t keep it from you that long, I literally just found out like…two weeks ago.”

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As her friend answered her question and cleared up the confusion she’d inflicted on herself, Fliss couldn’t do anything but grin. Words failed her when she was certain that none would do justice to the joy and elation that she was feeling about the news. But despite her having no way of being coherent, words still fell from her lips anyway and she knew that Charlie at least knew her well enough to interpret what she really meant. “Oh. My. God. Shut up. Shut up.” But just in case her effusive exclaimation didn’t quite get her point across, the blonde was quick to wrap the brunette into a hug to show her affection. And partially to hide the happy tears she knew would inevitably begin to well up. “Charlie I am so happy for you. I just know you’re going to be the best mom.” As she began to pull away, she couldn’t help but let questions flow freely once more. Two weeks wasn’t a long time and she knew that Charlie had every right to keep the news to herself for as long as she wanted but that didn’t stop her wanting to know everything. “Have you told anyone else? Is it still a secret? What did Nate say? When can I start planning the baby shower?”

Cyrus: honestly i'm not sure what that would entail but i can certainly try

Cyrus: but only for your chocolate muffins

Cyrus: please ignore how that made me sound like a dirty old man

Fliss: you're the one who seems to know so much about them, you'll think of something

Fliss: besides, it's just rude to make me concerned and leave me feeling vulnerable

Fliss: too late now 🤣 I've screenshotted it for future reference 😉

Cyrus: they're bound to come back at some point

Cyrus: What can I say, I know my strengths

Cyrus:...baking what? 👀

Fliss: that sounds so ominous

Fliss: do I need to get you to bodysnatcher-proof my apartment for me??

for: @flissxsloane where: fliss’ apartment

Why was she so damn nervous?  It was Fliss.  It wasn’t like she was about to tell her parents (which was another topic of discussion on the roster for today).  But as they sat, curled up on Fliss’ colorful couch, Charlie couldn’t help but fiddle nervously with the edge of the deli paper that her sandwich sat in.  For all her teasing of making Fliss nervous about her news, now it was her who wore the Nervous Nelly Crown.  “Okay, now for the reason I convened this meeting,” Charlie started, joking, an attempt to lessen the butterflies in her stomach.  Saying it aloud, to someone other than Nate made it so much more real than it had been.  “Hypothetically…How do you feel about the title of god mother?”

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So caught up in the warm glow she felt whenever she spent time with her best friend any nervousness that the brunette might have been feeling had gone unnoticed by the blonde. Instead once they’d arrived back at her apartment she’d left Charlie to make herself comfortable on the couch to retrieve the fluffy sweater she’d mentioned in their texts. “Found it!” Returning triumphant she claimed her seat and took a bite of her sandwich. Hand lifted to cover her mouth as she tried to chew fast enough so that she didn’t leave Charlie waiting. “God mother? I don’t think I’d feel anything but positive. Maybe a little nervous about the responsibility but really I think it’d just be an honour really that anyone would -” Her stream of consciousness was interrupted by a sudden realisation and jaw fell somewhat slack as she fully focused on the other woman. “- wait.” Squinting at her friend for a moment to weigh up whether she’d interpretted the question correctly, she couldn’t help but left questions flow albeit incomplete ones. “Charlie, are you -? Are you going to be -? Are you asking me if-?”

JASE: what are friends for, right?

JASE: you say that like it's not the greatest thing in the world to be able to do that

JASE: excellent!! bt i thought that was decided, we're going to el huerto secreto??

FLISS: oh no I meant that if you think my job is inspirational yours beats it hands down!!

FLISS: ... we did, didn't we

FLISS: yet another reason I'm terrible at planning - I can't even remember the ones I've made

Cyrus: that or return of the bodysnatchers

Cyrus: but i'll gladly take beer as payment, after all what are former childhood neighbors for?

Fliss: the return??

Fliss: exactly, glad you know what i keep you around for

Cyrus: to be completely honest i had to check this wasn't from a spam bot first because it sounds like the beginning to a porn

Fliss: I am pretty short of cash at the minute so I was going to have to pay you in alternative ways...

JASE: for me, obviously!!

JASE: yeah, i know, and i appreciate it, but i wouldn't want to take advantage by asking you to do that all the time 😄

JASE: that's where you're wrong, dealing with teenagers is extra inspirational

JASE: how does tuesday sound??

FLISS: for which I am eternally grateful

FLISS: says the guy who gets up on stage in front of strangers for a living

FLISS: it sounds perfect!!

In Fliss’ eyes sports would always be more about the social aspect than the competitive one and bowling was no exception. And it was just as well when for most of the evening her throws had been wayward, aim thrown off when her attention was inevitably drawn elsewhere by her friends or something else happening around her. It was almost a running joke by the time the game was nearing the end that her ball was almost certainly going down the gutter. Each unsuccessful throw had been laughed off by both herself and those around her. A bet had been made that she couldn’t make a strike by the end of the game and she took it for the fun of it despite feeling as though she was going to be the one to have to pay up. There’s slightly more focus in her movements this time and her eyes widened as the ball collided with the pins, hitting them just right to earn her a strike. The throw was undeniably a fluke but arms were still thrown up in the air in celebration and  as she turns back to collect her winnings with a bright grin on her face. “Lucky shot or not, a bet’s a bet.” Hands held out as she approached them with a spring in her step to claim her prize.

JASE: sure of course very convincing

JASE: good thing i have a good imagination, right??

JASE: … i regretted that as soon as i pressed send. you know how i meant it

JASE: in any case! i'm not trying to make you make a decision for me, i simply don't know your calendar. trust me, i have no schedule to work around any time soon. meanwhile, you are being all inspirational with the store

JASE: i'll pick a date/time if you help me out with what you're up to, fair?

FLISS: I'm always convincing when people pleasing is involved

FLISS: good thing for who???

FLISS: haha, of course! I was really only joking. I'll always make a decision for you even if it's at great personal cost 😆

FLISS: oh stop, I wouldn't call stacking shelves and dealing with teenagers inspirational

JASE: i still don't think there's such a thing as liking too much

JASE: 😂 luckily for you, maybe. me, i have to suffer without stealthily filmed footage of those attempts, and can only imagine how beauty-grace-etc you were

JASE: we should!! you name the day and i'll be there

FLISS: no arguments here - and not just because I hate them 😆

FLISS: oh the definition of graceful. sorry, your imagination will just have to do

Charlie: the really big fuzzy one? 👀

Charlie: sounds good to me, get ready to be SHOOK

Fliss: the really big fuzzy one

Fliss: you'll be so cosy

Charlie: it is...........for you 😈

Charlie: okay rude i mean it's too cold to wear nOW

Charlie: yours, mine or delish?

Fliss: you can have my blue sweater to make it up to you?

Fliss: leaving me in suspense 😭

Charlie: girly pop

Charlie: we need to talk

Charlie: bc i have a v. important question to ask you

Fliss: this sounds so ominous 😭

Fliss: if this is about your cute red top, I did borrow it