#d:lily

He remembered she’d joked a few times that she’d leave him if he ever got a face tattoo yet here he was. He’d gotten about six tattoos when home. His stomach got touched up, a few on his neck, a small quotation mark under his eye, and the letter B on his forehead.  To make matter’s worst, he was blond. His mates all argued he looked like a suave mobster, he didn’t feel so confident as he knocked on his girlfriend’s door. “Aye, Lil! I’m home. Let me in, I’m hungry.” the man child whined.

You did amazing, Rachel!

“I think me jaw is going to fall off.” he complained, happily as he carded himself through her legs, relaxing against her.  “Can ya feel your legs at all, my sweet valentine?” he asked, waggling his brows at her playfully.  To be honest he was just happy he had been able to convince his sister to take the kids for the day.  

“No, no we aren’t doing this again.”  Arlo said seemingly out of nowhere. “That is the fookin third pickle you’ve had today, and I’m not dealing with another baby right now. Our lad is still wee, I haven’t spoiled him enough yet.” he complained as he pushed himself up from the couch.

“C’mon, how long were you gonna wait to tell me? You think I don’t have the size of your tits memorized? Fool?”  he continued complaining, meanwhile Nathan was curled up in his playpen right in front of the TV. Truly he couldn’t love being a father more. It was finally the first thing he was actually good at (besides tattooing anyway). However, he had to admit he was a bit tired of waiting for Lily to tell him. She hadn’t been too great at hiding the tests, or at least she forgot he always took out the garbage.  “You sadden me Lillian, really. Thinkin’ I’m not perceptive.”

“So listen I was talking to this guy, right?” Arlo hummed as he looked over to his girlfriend. “And the whole time I thought he was talking about how much he liked meth. Telling me he had a great time in Vancouver, doing it or whatever. I was hype for him, I was ready for a road trip.  It took me thirty minutes to realize this fucking chum was talking about MATH. I spent that whole time thinking we could be friends, and no.” Arlo said, with a tone of disappointment.  “Anyway, can you fucking imagine enjoying doing math?”  he huffed as he tossed himself onto his girlfriend’s couch, curling up. “Is that what sober people do? Is that what I’m supposed to do now? Because maybe I’m going to pop a few tranquilizers to make myself cool again.” he rambled as if he hadn’t already taken a few too many muscle relaxers that morning. “Anyway, tell me your day was better, please.”

Sometimes I dance around my room and pretend that everything is okay, it's a nice break from the thoughts, those haunting thoughts. Whitefeather confirmed I am pregnant last week, I'm a few weeks along. If everything wasn't so fresh, I think I might have been happy, I've been wanting a family for awhile.

My Uncle Gustpelt tried visiting again today, I didn't scream this time, I still felt fear when I saw his... shape... But, when I realized it was him? Well, I had a good conversation with him.

I miss Bracken, Birch, and Misty. I miss mom and dad, I miss grandma, grandpa, my aunts and uncles. It's awful, I can't stand the stench of the camp though, so, I can't visit. It smells like him. I wish they could come here, but, I'm sure the smell will follow. You can't always disguise a scent, I know this way too well.

I fear about what... he... will do once he hears about the pregnancy. I know Hawk will try to keep him from finding out, that the rest of Riverclan would probably help keep him away, but, I'm scared.

The nightmares won't go away...

No sleep, no nightmares, no smell, no flashbacks, no reminder, no fear.

Sério? Então acho que você devia escolher ela pra namorar, já que não quer deixar ela com ciúmes.

Nah, eu só não quero que ela sofra, mas to ótimo namorado só você, amr.