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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2019 7:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2019 8:05 pm
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xx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓂 ℐ? Home
xxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝑜'𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒? Speck
xxxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃? Tests and Tears
xxxxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈? What do we do now?
Elisabet had been home alone, working on her robo-arm. Ferdie had gone off to work, meaning Bet had the whole day to be lazy. It was nice, other than the weird gurgling in her belly, that she still hadn't figured out. Halfway through the rewiring project, a wave of nausea hit the brunette, luckily with enough time to abandon task and sprint toward the bathroom.
After a few minutes, Bet realized something crazy was afoot. She slipped on shoes and headed to the neighborhood store, returning with one item - a box of pregnancy tests. They'd decided it was okay to start trying, but she didn't think it could be nearly this fast. Then again, she was the product of a wonky contraceptive, but still. After taking the test, Bet paced outside the bathroom door, her nerves enough to cause Speck to wander around with her. Then... finally... three minutes was up. She bit her lip, but there, in plain sight, was a faint pink cross. She was pregnant. Holy hells.
All through the day, Bet tried to figure out how to tell Ferdie, but it just weighed on her head. Shortly before he came home, Bet started on dinner, though her nerves showed through. On top of not being a very good cook to begin with, Bet burnt the chicken she was making. She sighed heavily, wondering how to salvage that while the rice she cooked turned to mush. Stupid food. The girl pushed everything off the range, flopping down in one of the barstools. Her head was spinning and throwing thoughts of how scary this all was, tears flowing to her eyes as the girl realized she was entirely overwhelmed.
Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴍᴇᴇᴛ, ᴛʜɪs ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ
Bᴀʙʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙʟᴏᴡs ᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
I'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, I ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, I ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, I'ᴍ sᴏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ
I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ᴍʏ sɪᴅᴇ, ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ
Eᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ʙᴀʙʏ, I'ᴍ ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜ |
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2019 9:47 am
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xx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓂 ℐ? Home
xxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝑜'𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒? Ferdie
xxxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃? Tests and Tears
xxxxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈? What do we do now?
Elisabet was somewhere in the middle of her sobbing when she heard the telltale signs of Ferdie coming home. This of course included Speck barking and jumping about to greet his human. When he walked over, the brunette looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy. "I-I'm sorry. Dinner got all messed up... I just.... I couldn't focus." She wiped her eyes on her sleeve, then turned and nuzzled into her husband's chest. Ferdie was always so understanding, so she was delighted he'd offered to order takeaway. As he wrapped an arm around her, Bet pushed off the chair and to her feet, pulling her husband into a much better hug.
He asked what was bothering her and the girl looked up, eyes betraying her sadness. "I.... Ferdie we're pregnant. Already. I-I don't know if we're like... really ready." Another sob hit her, the normally bold girl reverting to a place of fear. What if her thoughts and worries turned her into her mother? A woman who didn't want her own child.... No, she would be better than that, besides she wasn't normally an a*****e.... plus, the baby fever had been real for a while. But now that it was actually happening, Bet was terrified she'd fail at everything. Heck, she didn't even have a younger sibling to say she'd practiced with! Not that Ferdie was much better on the sibling front, since his brother had been adopted at an older age... but still!
Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴍᴇᴇᴛ, ᴛʜɪs ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ
Bᴀʙʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙʟᴏᴡs ᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
I'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, I ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, I ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, I'ᴍ sᴏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ
I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ᴍʏ sɪᴅᴇ, ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ
Eᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ʙᴀʙʏ, I'ᴍ ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜ |
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2019 4:25 pm
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xx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓂 ℐ? Home
xxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝑜'𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒? Ferdie
xxxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃? Tests and Tears
xxxxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈? What do we do now?
Elisabet looked in Ferdie's eyes as he told her it'd be okay. They had enough income from his job (and extra cash when hers paid out) to afford a baby.... probably, and they had plenty of family. She nodded, though didn't look entirely convinced. "We have to. Because if we can't.... well... it's too late now. We're.... gonna be parents." She hiccuped softly, a noise that often accompanied her tears. Luckily, Ferdie seemed to pick up on some of her insecurities, telling her that he wouldn't be deterred away. He then offered to let her pick dinner, so the young woman wiped her eyes on her sleeve again, then sighed softly. "I... I don't really want food. I honestly just want a whole mess of chocolates. Any chocolates, at that. But... there is the nice little Asian restaurant up the road... they have those little dumplings? Those sound pretty good." She shuffled nervously, wanting to ask more questions of Ferdie, but without wanting to seem like a burden to him. After all, he'd only just gotten home, while she'd known all day.
Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴍᴇᴇᴛ, ᴛʜɪs ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ
Bᴀʙʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙʟᴏᴡs ᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
I'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, I ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, I ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, I'ᴍ sᴏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ
I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ᴍʏ sɪᴅᴇ, ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ
Eᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ʙᴀʙʏ, I'ᴍ ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜ |
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2019 7:49 pm
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xx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓂 ℐ? Home
xxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝑜'𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒? Ferdie
xxxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃? Tests and Tears
xxxxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈? Death by Chocolate?
Elisabet nodded a bit when Ferdie said dumplings sounded good, then her eyes widened in surprise when he continued by saying they could go get something called a death by chocolate special. "I.... don't know what to say.... other than let's do it! That sounds like magic! Oh I can't wait!" The girl jumped up and down, stopping only when a bubble of nausea rolled up into her chest. At that, Bet stopped, clutching a hand to her belly. "Oof. Oh, that isn't a good idea. Okay. Know that now." She huffed softly, looking up at Ferdie. "Let me get my shoes on, we can go get chocolate." She hurried away, coming back with her sneakers on, laces untied as she carefully slid her robo-arm on. She grinned over at her husband, disheveled, but ready to go.
Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴍᴇᴇᴛ, ᴛʜɪs ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ
Bᴀʙʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙʟᴏᴡs ᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
I'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, I ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, I ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, I'ᴍ sᴏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ
I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ᴍʏ sɪᴅᴇ, ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ
Eᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ʙᴀʙʏ, I'ᴍ ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜ |
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2019 10:10 am
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{{Start of new scene}}
xx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓂 ℐ? Home - Living Room
xxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝑜'𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒? Ferdie and Juliette
xxxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃? Homecoming
xxxxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈? I love this tiny human
Elisabet walked into the house, trying to remain as silent as possible. She was holding the very tiny form of her new daughter, the baby just barely asleep. She carefully rocked the baby, looking back at Ferdie. Luckily, she knew he had absolutely no desire to wake the sleeping baby either. It had been difficult enough to get her out of her car seat without waking her, but the poor girl had had a stressful few days so far, what with being born, then poked and prodded by doctors of all sorts.
Once safely nestled inside, Bet carefully put on some quiet classical music, then nestled into the sofa. "Ferdie, I'm in absolute love. I don't think I'll ever be so happy as I am now." She gently bounced the baby, moving her fingers over the sleeping girl's cheek. "Our little baby, Juliette Corinne. She's an angel, Ferdie. Just like her daddy." She donned a sly grin, lovingly elbowing her husband.
Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴍᴇᴇᴛ, ᴛʜɪs ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ
Bᴀʙʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙʟᴏᴡs ᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
I'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, I ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, I ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, I'ᴍ sᴏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ
I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ᴍʏ sɪᴅᴇ, ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ
Eᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ʙᴀʙʏ, I'ᴍ ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜ
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2020 7:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2020 8:12 pm
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xx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓂 ℐ? Home
xxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝑜'𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒? Ferdie
xxxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃? Worried thoughts and fears
xxxxx➺ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈? I can't believe this is happening
While it was an exciting time, to be pregnant with their second child, Bet's nerves were running high. For one, their daughter - Juliette - had spent the night with Ferdie's parents, and for two, they had a visit with an ultrasound to do. Sure, Juliette had been born with ten perfect little fingers and toes, but the brunette was still nervous she'd pass down her genetics. Sure, she was fine now that she was able to build her own robot-arm, but childhood, especially early childhood, had been hell.
Thanks to her nerves, Ferdie had opted to drive, and Bet couldn't be happier that her dad had volunteered to teach the half-veela how to drive, along with giving Bet the car she'd spent her childhood helping her dad rebuild. As they got to the clinic, Bet's attention wandered a bit, stopping when she realized the - rather chesty - receptionist was flirting with Ferdie. Choosing not to speak (for worry they'd get kicked out), Bet sent a mean glare to the woman, who promptly sat back down and became professional, if not pouty.
During the ultrasound, their baby (who was just being called Nugget until a more permanent name could be chosen) seemed to be unhappy. The nurse was a very sweet older lady (who didn't flirt with people's husbands - a miracle!) who gently tried to get Nugget to roll over. After measuring things like the heart, lungs, and other various organs, the woman noted Nugget was very much a little boy, much to the delight of the parents. It wasn't until shortly thereafter, at the woman's polite questions on Bet's arm, was it missing genetically, that caught a bubble of worry. She tried to reassure them, saying it was most likely the position Nugget had rolled into, rather than a defect, however, there was always that option.
After cleaning up and collecting a disc of pictures from the woman, Bet let Ferdie lead her back to the car. Once safely in the comfort of their vehicle, the young woman let out tears in a worry. She'd been so afraid this would happen, and it was all her fault. With each pregnancy there was risk, and she wondered if they shouldn't have opted not to get pregnant. That very thought was quickly squashed, a small kick coming from the very baby inside. When they got home, Bet plopped on the couch, sighing. "I'm gonna have to start working on really, really tiny robo-arms, aren't I?" Her voice was soft, almost broken, but resigned. She didn't get her first prosthetic until she was ten, but she was determined to provide a better life for their little chicken nugget.
Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴍᴇᴇᴛ, ᴛʜɪs ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ
Bᴀʙʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙʟᴏᴡs ᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
I'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, I ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, I ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, I'ᴍ sᴏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ
I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ᴍʏ sɪᴅᴇ, ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ
Eᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ʙᴀʙʏ, I'ᴍ ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜ |
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