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@DYINGBRCED      ⁄      BABIES.

                        HE  HAD  TO  BE  ABSOLUTELY  INSANE.      just  a  few  short  months  shy  of  a  year  since  giving  birth  to  the  son  they  had  together,  he  was  already  suggesting   another   child?  either  he  truly  had  lost  his  mind  or  he  was  genuine  &  if  the  latter  proved  true,  she  wasn’t  sure  how  to  respond.  sure,  she  would  love  to  give  junior  a  little  brother  or  sister,  but  this  soon?  the  jury  was   still  out   on  that  one.  bright  eyes  grew  wide  at  the  request,  the  brit  sitting  straight  up  beside  him  in  their  bed.  her  nose  scrunched  a  bit  with  quizzical  brows  &  a  blink.

                        A DELIGHTED AND QUITE WICKED SMIRK MADE AN APPEARANCE.      the irishwoman was all too happy with how she’d carefully and   strategically   picked apart ronnie’s mental state and hit every nerve possible. the arrogance on her face was not so much out of pure self–centered narcissism, but more so the confidence she exuded due to the realization of how   weak and feeble   ronnie was at this point. she had this in the bag, and even if she couldn’t weasel her way into the mcmahons’ heads to reinstate her, she had full reassurance that the   almighty   ronda rousey wouldn’t be at her best and would constantly look over her shoulder to make sure   ‘  the man  ’   hadn’t come around.

                        he stood with arms folded at the end of the hall. her swagger led her down the long path   (   that she legally wasn’t supposed to be on   )   toward him with a sense of pride after what she’d done.      “   you see what i did? doesn’t even matter if i’m here or five thousand miles away from her. i’m constantly residin’ in her head. takes nothin’ to rile her up and everythin’ to not come around to   relish   in it,   ”      the smirk never faded, but only grew in size as she puffed out her chest toward the scotsman.

contact      ———      ❪  loml  ❫                   11:40 pm   ⟶   ‘   okay. i was just... worried about you.   ’                   11:40 pm   ⟶   ‘   you didn’t have to do that you know.   ’                   11:41 pm   ⟶   ‘    i wanted chocolate chip cookie dough ice                                                  cream though, if you’re already there.   ’                   11:41 pm   ⟶   ‘    i just wanted to make sure you were okay.                                                  that’s all.   ’

                        she had doubts about herself. could she even CONSIDER herself to be a good mother? her religion was one of agnosticism, but she figured if there was a god, if there was someone or something that controlled her life, her  f a t e—–then perhaps she would have had a child seven years ago. was that a test for her to take her life more serious now that she had grown, she’d become wiser, and she was perhaps more MATURE? it was a struggle to know that she carried around this essential piece of her life inside her, depending on her to take care of them. but it wasn’t so much that, that worried her. it was that she was not only undergoing the stress of not  k n o w i n g  if she’d be a good mother or not, but also her child’s father was in limbo with the entire situation because of his actions with another woman. they were closer, that was true, but so many things were still unanswered and it was all on HER to make the calls here.

                        saraya sat on the sofa, fingers fidgeting with the frayed hem of her black craft cult hoodie. her eyes dared not to meet drew’s, not in the moment she asked his opinion on her ability to be a  g o o d   m u m , at least. but when he replied with what appeared to be quite a genuine answer, she looked up. eyes met, an electric spark in her chest causing her breath to hitch in her throat. her hands moved to the protruding stomach that was blatantly obvious to anyone who even glanced at her. twenty weeks along; she was HALFWAY THERE. 

                        “ i jus’ don’t wanna let ‘im ‘ave this  b u g g e r e d  up life because of me. don’t get me wrong. i love ‘im wif all my ‘eart already... but what if i’m not good at this? ”  a loud sigh left chapped lips while she looked back down; then it dawned on her she said HE. that was a detail she wanted to keep quiet for a little bit longer while she debated on things. not that she wanted to intentionally keep the gender of drew’s child from him. it was a  m u c h  more complex reasoning than that. she was trying to decide on if drew’s name that already spanned over four generations would CARRY ON with this one as well.

contact      ———      ❪  hot scot  ❫                   1:07 pm   ⟶   ‘   just a little bit.   ’                   1:07 pm   ⟶   ‘   lmao. you know you’re the only one who this stuff                                               gets sent to.   ’                   1:07 pm   ⟶   ‘   just missing you terribly and thought i’d give you a                                               little pressie since you’re a one armed man at the                                               moment.   ’

                        she’d been sitting on the sofa with a small throw over her legs and her hands resting on her  b a r e l y  pooched out stomach for quite some time. things were quiet and lonely in her home without drew there. paige found that it’d made for a lot of reflection time since she walked out on the only man she’d EVER truly loved. he cheated on her and even though he may not have gone all the way through with his intentions with the other woman, he still had those intentions and she couldn’t forgive him for that. the only thing that made the situation worse was the fact that she was about eight or so weeks pregnant with his child—–t h e i r  child. as she sat on the couch, luna on her thighs grooming her front paws, paige sighed softly, drawing small designs on the skin of her belly. the raven haired woman listened to rain drops repeatedly tap against the windows while she thought about trying something she thought might have been a bit sill,  ‘ you know... even though ‘e’s a right FOOL...i know your dad loves you... ’ it was a soft spoken whisper she decided to go through with. ‘ ‘e wasn’t always a bad guy. still isn’t completely either. and i know given th’ chance... ‘e’d love ya wif  e v e r y t h i n ’  ‘e’s got. i just wish—– ’

                        before she was able to finish with, things had gone differently, there was a loud rapping at the front door which startled her given the proximity. she stood slowly, brows furrowed before heading to the front door. she peered out the peephole to see drew standing in the POURING rain, soaked from head to toe ( including the sling on his arm which probably shouldn’t have gotten wet ) with bags disarrayed on the front stoop. her brows went from a light scrunch to a scowl as she pulled the door open wide. ‘ th’ fuck are ya doin’ out ‘ere? for fucks sake, drew! ’ luna barked from her seat on the sofa still, not venturing to figure out what the noise was while paige surveyed the scene. ‘ get in ‘ere and i’ll get th’ bags, but you’re explainin’ all o’this when i get back inside. ’ with that, she motioned to the living room like she’d just put a toddler in a timeout, waiting for him to follow through; IF he even would.