#sierramused

It was something quite unexpected for Polly — there they were, at the front porch of Dean and Liv. It felt like time had rewind a couple years and they were just a couple of teenagers going out in a double date. She still could remember when they set up their friends that were still together. The most unexpected part was that she didn’t think that would ever happen again (or that Dean and Liv would still be together while they weren’t).Yet, dinner occurred smoother than she expected. Her friend didn’t accidentally mentioned that Chloe was Jason’s child and Dean didn’t make any awful dad joke that would make it obvious. A couple of hints here and there that made Polly skip a heartbeat, but soon enough they were on their third, fourth wine glass and it didn’t matter anymore. Somehow, it almost felt like they forgot for a while that they had grown up and life was all completely different. The only indicator of that was when Liv started her interrogation about Hollywood, which made Polly laugh, her alcohol level higher than it had been in years.

"God,” she hummed as they said good bye to their friends and was once again left alone, “I think the last time I’ve drunk this much it was on our senior year...” Polly mentioned as she stepped down the stairs. The streetlights were a blur showing the way. She didn’t live far away and the town was quiet — sometimes, too quiet. However, Jason had offered to walk her home and she was tipsy enough not to try to fight. And, she couldn’t lie, she would love to spend more time with him, any and all the minutes he could spare for her. It had been years and it was still hard not to have him around. “How did you like the food tonight?”

It was her sister’s work thing, whatever it was — Selene actually wished she paid a little more attention to what the party was for when she invited herself along to Ettie’s social hour among co-workers. One thing she specifically remembered was her older sister mentioning the word party, and it was clear then as she leaned against the wall right before where the hallway began that the definitions of party varied person to person.

Boring wasn’t the right adjective, so Selene refused to think so. She’d just set herself up for failure the moment she had assumed and demanded to be brought along rather than actually questioning all the details.

“Ugh —” The brunette groaned and she swiped through another profile on her Tinder app. It was what she had been busying herself with to avoid the mindless chatter everyone was partaking in. All the hospital gossip, doctor jargon, and general insider conversations of people who worked together so much and knew each others families and friends made her feel left out. Not that the Olympic Gold Medalist was trying all that hard. Selene had wanted to meet someone, flirt, and maybe snag the attention of a doctor. If that had failed though then she had hoped for at least some dancing and good food.

The equestrian groaned when Landon’s picture popped up next. There was his profile again. “Of course he’s a nearby match, he’s in the freakin’ room,” Selene muttered quietly in her Tennessee drawl to the app who clearly had it wrong. She had actually lost count at how often Landon had popped up as a match, and it wasn’t that her neighbor was unattractive, quite the opposite actually...

                          “I don’t understand.”

        The words echoed from the walls of the bedroom as Blake stood in the doorway. His dark curls still hung damp into his forehead, his hands holding onto the shirt he had been meaning to put on after his shower. But he hadn’t even gotten that far as he watched Lyla gather things, throwing them into her luggage. Things had been going amazing between them. Better than Blake ever could have hoped for. Ever since the night at the bar, the relationship between Lyla and him had naturally unfolded, as if it had been meant to be all along. He had been ecstatic, over the moon, the luckiest guy on this planet. Then she’d told him about that acting gig she got over in Los Angeles -- the first real role ever. They had celebrated it accordingly, and then she had asked him if maybe he wanted to come with her. And of course Blake wanted to come with her.

     Colton honestly didn’t know what he was doing, maybe he was in need since the last time they did hook up and all he could think of was her, or the fact he was still slightly taken back on how the night ended with them both rolling around in his apartment. Colton wasn’t very much into hooking up with random women, that was based in his early teens and twenties where he was trying to figure out what he wanted. But as the other appeared into his life and showed him what he was missing, he needed more, more more.

“Hey, so I know you said not to well be needy but it’s been a couple of weeks since that night.”

                The timer in her womb was ticking, bringing not only herself, but Miles as well, closer to the day when everything was going to change for them. Quoted by the doctors, she only had a near two weeks left to wait, her stomach drooping and her body reacting in all kinds of weird ways. It was safe to say that outside the miracle of life — Emily was not a major fan of being pregnant. Lack of independance and flexible mobility couldn’t have frustrated her more, but that wasn’t the biggest of worries anymore. If finances had been scarse before, well now there were going to be three of them...

     “Are you sure we’re doing this the right way?” Emily sighed, peering down at the cot which they’d just finished esembling together in the cramped nursery full of gender neutural inspiration. Although Emily knew that their child could be some species of ladybug and she’d still love it, she couldn’t help but wonder if keeping it a surprise was for the best. But then, it was so in her nature to second guess everything. “What if... what if it’s a boy and he’s got your incredible blue eyes, then we’ll regret not getting the sky sheets with the little clouds on them... Or what if it’s a girl and she’s so highly developed that she’s already self-aware that her favorite colour’s purple and she hates yellow...”

It hadn’t been easy. It has been three months since they’ve met and a couple of frustrated attempts every month were only leading Brooke to disappointment and frustration. It was not that Samuel didn’t feel the same, it wasn’t like he didn’t want it as badly — he wouldn’t have agreed to it if he didn’t. However, he wasn’t putting nearly as much pressure on himself than she was. He could understand part of it, after all, she was a woman  — there was the biological clock, societal pressure and a man who agreed to help who was more away than there. To that point though, she knew what she was signing up for when he agreed. Brooke’s feeling were completely justified though when he thought of how this was a win or lose situation for her.

Samuel wished there was something he could do to make it better. As there weren’t many options when he was away, he just had to make up when he was in land (which was scheduled by her to be the same as her fertile period). This time around it was he who had the plan and he was determined to tell her to chill and let them do their way.

“Hey—” Sam greeted her sheepishly when she opened the door. "I brought food,” he pulled up a takeaway bag from the place they had their first (and only) date. “And I was thinking we could have a night in where our main concern is not fertility or other people.” He said it all before she could say anything. “What do you think?”

There she was just walking down the street Singing do wah diddy diddy down diddy do Snapping her fingers and shuffling her feet Singing do wah diddy diddy down diddy do She looked good(looked good) She looked fine(looked fine) She looked good, she looked fine And I nearly lost my mind

                    The moment the sun-kissed honey blonde goddess came into view, Gavin couldn’t look away. Gone were the words the friend he was having a casual lunch with was saying, drowned out and no longer heard as anything more than some kind of white noise in the background. Her steps as she moved along the pavement were something that matched the beat in his head, or maybe that was his heart pounding in his ear. The club owner and former racing champion was always on the lookout for his next adrenaline rush it seemed, and almost nothing was more enticing than the pursuit of a beautiful woman. “Yeah, yeah...” Gavin nodded, voice sounding completely absent, “uh, I’ll catch up with you later or somethin’, yeah?” He didn’t wait for an answer before he was peeling out of his seat picking up a quick pace to trail behind the young woman. 

          “You asked for plenty of things. Let’s be real here, I’m much more than just a pain in your ass.” More like a pain elsewhere, too, she was sure that she caused Mason a headache one too many times… but Jackie wouldn’t be the brunette beauty they all knew and loved if she wasn’t. A smirk spread across her lips as she slipped the bottle into the crook of her elbow and she glided through the club, dodging a few drunk patrons and ladies who at that point were half naked off the stage. “You’re one to talk. I’m pretty sure you let your head grow five times in size every time someone threatens to be better than you in some way.” It was a stretch, she mainly witnessed his ego when it came to the fighting ring, but the Devine tongue just got the better of her. A smirk crossed her lips again, glancing back behind her shoulder when he scolded her, only to turn and push the door open to step outside. “You’re always in a grump ass mood, what are you talking about?” The brunette twisted around in the heeled black boots she wore so she could walk backwards, ticking her brow back at him. “You know, you would think after knowing me for so long, you would figure it takes more than a few dry words to make me wanna open my legs for you.”