#mia!convo

@echobcrn

Setting up the small table was helpful, pushing her to focus on filling out a couple job application. Finishing her task, proud of herself, she put it aside, folding the table up. Mia’s extra long hair inadvertently got caught in it, though, and she couldn’t manage to unfold it without tugging her hair. “Daddy! I need yoooouuu. Daddy help! DADDYYYYY!” she called out loudly, knowing Lila wasn’t there so she was safe to use that term for him. “I can’t get it!! Hurry Daddy!”

Mia had been feeling pretty good since her second trimester started. She had more energy, no more morning sickness, and those two things alone were enough to perk her up. She was still adjusting to the way her figure was filling out here and there, the round tummy, the larger breasts (that she swore kept getting in her way), but she was coming around to those things, adjusting to it. Getting up, she wanted to get to the school a little early, stop at the library, go over notes because she was confused at the end of the last class. After a quick shower, she put on a dark red dress, tossing a little sweater in her bag - though she’d been running a little warmer than usual lately. Her friends had been teaching her a little more about makeup so she gave it a try, unsure if it looked any good, before tousling her hair a little. Shrugging, she wasn’t sure she liked it, but they needed to get going. “Daddy, I’m ready to go, hurry up!” she called out as she walked into the living room, waiting for him to appear. “Daddy, c’mon,” the tiny impatient female huffed a little.

@echobcrn

After fiddling around on Noah’s computer for awhile, mostly researching baby stuff, but other fun stuff, too, she closed it, getting up in search of Noah. Excitedly, she bounced a little on her heels as she stopped next to him, “DADDY, DADDY, DADDY, GUESS WHAT? It is National Cotton Candy day,” she grinned. “So, we need to go get cotton candy for me and the babies cause - cause the babies want it,” she nodded like that was somehow solidifying the necessity, a hand moving to rub her tummy.

@echobcrn

When Layla saw Mia, she could tell the situation was bad, but waited until Noah left to try to peel the story out of her. It took a lot of effort, especially as she started to sob once more, but when she heard it all, she kept thinking there was no way. Mia barely let anyone touch her, and this was so far beyond that. She couldn’t help but wonder why Noah didn’t take her to the hospital cause Layla sure had her suspicions, insisting that they go. Mia wasn’t in much shape to argue, too distraught over everything. It was difficult at the hospital, the doctor Mia knew wasn’t there, and she had to be slowly coaxed into everything, though she absolutely refused the pelvic exam. The mention of it had her literally climbing under the hospital bed, being small enough for that. Still, the blood test confirmed Layla’s suspicions. She gave her friend time to tell Noah, trying every way she could think of to explain why the situation wasn’t her fault. It didn’t work. Mia was just certain she’d ruined things with Noah.  

After two days, Layla had enough, especially considering the girl refused to eat or even get up to shower. Texting Noah, she simply said, “Are you going to talk to her or what? I took her to the hospital that night. She was drugged. Just get your ass over here and fix this cause she’s a damn mess and hasn’t moved. She won’t eat, hell, she won’t shower. I have to work. Spare key is on the top of the door frame.” Layla hadn’t wanted to be the one to tell him, but she didn’t think Mia would do it. Hitting send, she told Mia she had to work, and headed out, leaving the phone nearby her just in case.

They each had their scars lined across their skin like a map, like personal badges of survival that she was certain they could have both done without. Neither of them really discussed specifics of each mark. In truth, some of Mia’s scars, she couldn’t pinpoint which moment caused it, most being from Visal, though Dex had given her some, as well. There were a couple more on her skin from the last incident, from the surgery. It was something that still made her flinch a little, even if Noah touched them, like she half swore they hurt even if they didn’t. Almost like a sort of ghost pain where her mind still recalled how much it hurt since it was recent enough. 

Lying in bed, she’d easily convinced him to lay there a little longer that morning. It was almost bleeding into the afternoon when he sat up. She’d only shifted enough to scoot close to his side of the bed. Eyes remained locked on him, seeing the marks that scattered. It was the small circles, though, that often caught her attention. He didn’t have to tell her what it was, she knew enough to know it was a burn mark. She knew it wasn’t from fighting, but couldn’t imagine how he got them or who did it. It was something she hadn’t asked, hoping, at some point, he’d want to tell her. With her own history, it made her more sensitive to all of it, not wanting to push before he might be ready. Still, though, tiny fingers moved up his skin until she got to the scars, tracing over them slowly, carefully, as if she might bring him pain if she pressed any harder. Mia couldn’t begin to count the number of times she’d run her fingertips over his scars, but she was fairly sure it was the first time she focused in on it, on these. 

Pushing her body up, she moved in behind him, lips pressing to unmarked patch of skin on his back like some silent way of soothing him.  She could feel the tension, the tremoring, and it worried her. It had her wondering if he was holding it all in, not dealing with whatever had happened. Her free hand moved to gently grasp his arm before sliding down to wrap around his waist from behind. His voice broke the silence, causing her to lean in, pressing a soft kiss directly against one of the small circles, “that’s good,” she murmured softly, another delicate kiss pressed just above the scar, “D-Do you want to talk about it?” The words were slow, incredibly tentative to where she half tripped over them because she didn’t want to push him, but she wanted him to know she was there, she would always listen to him.

Mia’s libido had been in overdrive, at least, most days. Some were worse than others, where it was hard to focus on anything other than the wetness and ache between her legs. Today was like that, and Noah wasn’t there which simply left her frustrated. She tried to take care of herself, but once the sensation got intense, she couldn’t seem to push past it. The bad thing was that it left her more frustrated. Taking a shower in an effort to cool her skin helped a bit, but even that didn’t do much for her. Texting Noah, she knew he’d be home soon, deciding actions were louder than words. Maybe she wouldn’t blush like crazy. Since he’s reacted so well to the lingerie before, she’d asked Ella to help her get a little more. Her friend knew far more than she did about these things. Picking one out, she put it on, glad she’d gotten the looser size. Her bump was still pretty small, but it made the lingerie fit her better. Normally, her mind would be occupied with fussing over the outfit, if he’d like it, but her sex drive kept her distracted. All she could think about was him. Taking out her collar, she slipped it around her neck, making sure the word Princess lined up correctly, and then she got out his belt, and laid it on the bed. Remembering the toys from before, she pulled out that box, and set it aside, in case he might want it - and maybe in part, hoping he wouldn’t over-focus on the belt. She could still remember the sensations it caused last time, and as confusing as that was for her, she wanted it again. Hearing the door, she fixed her hair quickly before moving to sit on the bed, one leg crossed over the other.

@fvckmuses

It was so rare for the tiny girl to wake up first, but she’d planned it to ensure she did exactly that, keeping her phone close as an alarm, on vibrate so it wouldn’t wake him up. Slipping out of bed, she freshened up, tiptoeing into the kitchen. Mia took her time preparing a nice breakfast with coffee and orange juice, pancakes, eggs, bacon, and english muffins. Putting everything on the tray with butter and syrup, she moved as gently as she was able. Taking one tray, setting it on the floor, then the other tray - so they could eat together. “Daddy,” she murmured softly, “wake up, Daddy, happy anniversary,” a bright smile formed across her features, waiting for him to open his eyes and see the food. “I made us breakfast in bed,” she announced like it wasn’t obvious. Only once he seemed to wake did she move around to carefully set the tray on the bed, making sure the legs were steady before releasing it. “I brought in a tray for me too cause I knew you’d wanna eat together,” she moved back to her side of the bed, picking up the tray, carefully setting it down on her spot before moving to climb carefully on the bed, doing her best not to spill. “Did I surprise you?”

Mia hadn’t been feeling well the past week. For the first few days, she was able to hide it from Noah since she would get sick early afternoon. By the time he was home, she felt better. She figured it was a little stomach bug, she’d be fine soon. But it kept up, and was less predictable with her running to the bathroom early in the morning or, sometimes, at night. Last night, she’d woken up in the middle of the night, trying not to wake him with it. It left her feeling tired, drained. She felt like she was going to the bathroom constantly, either to pee or to throw up, and she was so nauseous. The only thing she seemed ok having was ginger ale. Despite it, though, she felt bloated, her clothing too tight to be comfortable and her stomach hurting a bit. She should have known, but with everything they’d gone through, it didn’t dawn on her that it was even possible so soon after losing their baby. When Noah noticed it, she knew what he’d say. Mia protested the idea, but she also knew he wasn’t so much asking her as telling her, certain he’d call and make the appointment even if she complained. After all she’d been through with Visal, she had to have a regular doctor keep tabs on her for a few months so there was someone she knew and trusted. Her therapist had recommended her, even helped by talking to the doctor first so she knew how to handle Mia without freaking her out. The girl was insistent that they only see Dr. Shay.

Reclining the passenger seat a little, she held the ginger ale in her hand, taking tiny sips from it. A little whine escaped, “I don’t wanna go. Let’s go home. I’m - I’m fine, I can just curl up in the fort. It’s probably like a flu. I just need to rest and it’ll go away,” she assured, though she doubted he’d be so easily swayed. “Please, Daddy. I don’t wanna go. I’m tired,” she sighed softly, her voice low, the words dragging a bit thanks to her feeling so fatigued.