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dreamlikenewyork2013-11-04 12:44 am
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"Any time you need a friend, I will be here."
Who: Beau Watson-Shaw and Rose Gresham
What: Sometimes, you just need a hug
Where: Watson/Shaw/Gresham pad
When: Late Sunday morning, after THIS
It was Sunday and Beau had succeeded in sleeping really fucking late. It was after 10.30am and even closer to nearing 11 before his brain decided it was time to wake up. He was alone in the bed, and Austin would have left for work ages ago. He had worked late the night before, but of course, came home horny so Beau obliged. He was awake now, though, and freaking starving. His stomach was growling, and after using the bathroom, he shuffled through the apartment to the kitchen. He expected to have the place to himself. Some days, the four of them could go all day without crossing paths because of the epically conflicting schedules. But he knew Rose and Angel were going through a hell of a lot out of the blue right now, and he didn't want to stick his nose in where it wasn't wanted. It sucked Austin's work schedule was packed right when Angel needed him the most. Plus, Angel's chronic fatigue was in a flare up, so even if he was here, he was probably out for the count in bed.
What he found, however, was Rose standing at the island in the kitchen bawling. Her hands were closed over the cap of the large orange juice bottle and her head resting down on them. She was crying so hard, the sobs were wracking her body, and she was in her pyjamas with her red hair messy and hanging in her face. "Hey, someone needs a hug," Beau said quietly as he headed over to her with his arms out. He was very aware she was knocked up and he didn't want to get a knee in the nuts, but he also didn't want to leave her standing there in tears either. She was basically almost his sister-in-law, and would be officially if she and Angel ever got married. Beau was still adjusting to the fact he was actually married, but as far as he was concerned, Rose was his family and she needed someone.
Beau arrived at probably at both the best time and the worst time. Rose was a mess and she knew it, but finding him standing there with his arms out for a hug, she all-but threw herself into them and proceeded to cover his tank top in snot and tears, arms clung around him. "I'm having a baby!" she sobbed. The thing she loved about Beau was that he was technically a short-ass like she was. He was 5'6" and she was 5'4", so there was barely much of a difference between them and it was tempting for her to climb up on him like a koala and just hang there because it was better than morning sickness puking, heartburn and crying over stupid things. "And I can't get the lid off the juice! I really want juice!" she wailed.
"Whoa, okay. I can get the lid off the juice for you, Rosie. It's all good," Beau offered and still kept her in a one-armed hug, but reached over to get the juice open. Of course, she was hormonal and very talented in mood swings, so he made sure to pretend that he struggled with it too a little bit before twisting it open so she could get to the juice. "What about Kleenex? Kleenex goes awesome with juice. Trust me, I went through chemo. Kleenex is good with anything with your body is making all orifices explode on you at the same time and without warning. I might not have been pregnant, but I'm an expert pro in battling nausea and puking. Any time you wanna lament all of the above, I'm right here for you, missy," he promised. He went over to the cupboard to get her out a glass for her juice, even if she was still clinging to him.
Without even realising it, Beau's intervention was exactly what she needed right now. She sniffled wetly, letting him pour the juice for her because she would probably made a prized mess of it anyway. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be such a freaking sap. My eyes just won't stop leaking, and my gut won't stop wanting to puke. And... AND? I seriously cannot stop farting. It's a good thing Angel is basically comatose or he would be wanting to re-think this whole dating me thing just for the pure fact I might actually be able to fart the National Anthem right now without even the slightest bit of effort. I woke myself up farting. I thought it was him, but it was me. He's lying there looking like, well, an angel and my butt is turning into a trumpet right next to him," she ranted, complete with emphatic hand gestures.
Beau gave her a thumbs-up as he slid the glass closer to her. "I'm hearing you, girlfriend. Gas is seriously something I can't judge on either. Chemo farts with two big brothers? They never had a hope in hell of a winning a fart contest again. Austin had to learn pretty quick in the piece that even today, if you feed me certain foods, it's going to be an instrumental orchestra. Even if he was the one to break the fart barrier with us. Angel's not going to care, hon. It's part and parcel of being pregnant. Your body is going to do all these bunches of uncomfortable stuff, and let's be real here, he put the baby in there, so he's just going to have to deal. I know he won't mind, though. That's what serious business relationships are. Sooner or later, you get to a level of domestic comfort. If you're having a baby and can't bemoan all this shit with your other half, who can you with? Come on, let's go sit and have a chat. Are you hungry? I can make you some breakfast."
Rose shook her head, scrunching her nose up. "Just juice. Seriously, I can cope with that on rewind, but anything else, I just don't have the energy for." She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hands and picked the juice up to give it a tentative sip, looking sheepishly at Beau over the top of the glass. "I'm sorry you walked in on a psycho pregnant chick explosion. This is worse than PMS. I feel like I have a demon bitch living inside me ready to break out at any moment. Haley said it's just the body trying to adjust to hormone overload. If we had a cupboard under the stairs, I would totally lock myself in there to spare you all the pain. I just don't know if I can do this. I feel so... weird. It wasn't like this before. I mean, I was only really early days the last time, but this time, I feel like my entire body is staging a coup on me. How, seriously, did you deal with chemo? It was all this and then some for ages. At least some of this is only supposed to be the first trimester." She shuffled along with him to the living room and dropped down onto the sofa. Even just after a sip of the juice, it wasn't being kind to her stomach. After the entire cry-fest, she wasn't even going to want it anyway.
"Of course you feel weird. You have a little person growing inside you. Not to liken a baby to cancer at all, but just to flag the metaphor, chemo was a foreign thing inside me and the body protested. It's a similar concept with pregnancy. It's a huge thing to grow a life inside you for all those months." Beau sat beside her and tucked his arm around her shoulders, rubbing her upper arm to try to reassure her. "We don't mind. I'm not going to even begin to assume that you guys have made any distinct decisions considering you only just found out. But we're your family and we're going through this with you. Both of you. So, if you're sick and gassy, so what? You're living with three boys. Why should we get the monopoly on gassy? In all seriousness though, sweetness... you can ask me for help with anything, okay? I'm not a baby doctor, but I know the basics. If you just want a shoulder to cry on when Angel isn't available, you got it. You're like the sister I never had. If you need to have a cry or a bitch about any of it, I'm here to listen. But like I said, I understand what it's like to feel crap. It affects your mood, it affects your sleep, and it shakes you up a hell of a lot. We've all got your back." He reached over to collect the box of Kleenex from the coffee table and handed it to her.
Rose tugged some tissues from the box and wiped her eyes and nose. "We're going to keep it. Angel wouldn't have had a chance to tell Austin that yet. We only decided really late last night after he talked a lot of things out with Luke. Honestly, I thought he would come home completely drunk and was expecting to be nursing him through a rotten hangover this morning, but he only had a few beers. He was a little more at peace when he got home. That's... that's what I could see in his face when I looked closely at him. I didn't realise it at the time, but that's what it was. And hew as sweet and adorable, and we just... just... decided," she murmured with a shrug, and then bit on her lip, looking at Beau with a little frown. "But I'm still terrified and have no idea how we're going to pull this all off. I can't have any of this getting in the way of his career, because that is his heart and soul. When he told me last night that he wanted to keep our baby, though, I could tell something had changed. I'm not sure he even knows what that is. I'm definitely going to call you two in on babysitting duties sometimes, though. I have a feeling I'm going to need to nab all the sleep I can get... I'm scared, Beau. This is what I want, it's what we both want now, but I don't know how I'm going to juggle it all. I don't even know where to start planning it, and planning is usually my thing."
Beau nibbled on the corner of his lip for a moment. It felt odd for him to be receiving this information before Austin was, but given the circumstances, it certainly made a lot of sense. It was MASSIVE news, to say the least. It wouldn't have been easy for them to come to that decision, and for now, it seemed like they were taking things slow like it should be before they ran out and told the whole world. Considering who Angel was, it might not even come that it would be announced until after the birth, or even then. Beau knew Angel, and his priority would be to protect Rose and their baby, not throw them to press lions and have her hounded every step of the way. "Your planning thing will happen once the news filters through more. Any news, good or bad, needs time to settle in and make way for the changes that are happening. That's pretty much the exact reason why I completely flipped out and lost it when Austin proposed. I was trying to make it into an entire thing before it had a chance to even get through, and I fucked up severely because of it. You're going to be scared, sweetness. You are. Maybe right through and beyond, but you're not going to be there alone. Angel will be feeling the same, and you'll do things with it together. I actually think music is Angel's soul, but you're his heart. This isn't something either of you planned, so it's going to be scary to face it, no matter how much you realise you want it."
"Is that how you felt with the whole getting married thing?" Rose asked. Beau's open and honest chat with her helped divert the course of the tears for now, thank hell. She was sick of crying, and she was sick of throwing up. Apparently the first was supposed to last the duration of this trimester, and some chicks even had it right through. She wasn't sure if she could handle that. "This wasn't anything either of us remotely planned. I mean, that's clearly obvious. The first accident I had, keeping it didn't even come into the picture. I couldn't. I wanted my career. I still do, but at the same time, I never planned on falling in love with a celebrity either, so my path has changed without me even thinking about it. Angel hasn't said it and I know he won't because he doesn't want me to think he's offended me, but I could be a stay at home mom if I wanted to. Or I could work part time. Because money isn't an issue at all. I can't even describe it, this whole thing just feels different to the stupid mistake I made in the past and wanted to just get rid of it and never think about it again. Not that I would never not think of it. I had to deal with the guilt of what I did, wondering if I did the right thing. It took time to realise that I had and found peace with it, especially after the asshole turned into an even bigger pricky fuckstick. My head just feels like it's going to explode with all the information and thinking and choices," she said, dropping her head into her hands with a little moan.
Beau gave a snort snort of laughter. "Ironically, it's exactly how I felt about the getting married thing. I just had this phobia of planning into the future because it felt like a jinx. That's not every cancer survivors thing, it was just a thing I developed because I was so young when I had it, and I nearly did die. It got really bad, and there were even bone marrow transplants, and planning my funeral. It's why I came out the other side thinking I would just cherish every day as it dawned on me. The only thing I honestly planned on was my career, because they kind of don't let you do Med School unless you sign up to plan for the end. Even then, I never saw it as a whole 'Oh, three years to go'. I saw it as waking up each day and building another couple of bricks on something I might get to see in the future. But there was always that little voice in my head say 'Might not either'. I wouldn't have even just done Med School. It was always Oncology I needed to do." He stopped, giving her a close look for a moment or two. "You know what, Rosie? Why don't we head out and have some awesome retail therapy? Once you're feeling a bit better. We can find a place for lunch offering something you really feel like, and we can shop our asses off. At least for a few hours, because it's probably going to tucker you out a bit."
"Shit, I need an off button with these fucking tears," Rose complained when she was getting teary again listening to Beau talk about his cancer. She dabbed at her eyes with a fresh Kleenex plucked from the box. "I just sit here and look at you and wonder how it was you who went through that. Sure, I've seen you really ill and crashed out when your body is having one of those days it needs to reboot its system again, but mostly, you're just full of life. You really inspire me, you know that? I'm sitting here looking at you thinking that if you can battle cancer and go on to become a cancer doctor, and do something like get married on the spur of the moment, then I can have a baby, right? I can be a mommy. I honestly don't know what sort of mommy I would be, but there is this funny little tingle in my gut when I think about being a mommy to Angel's baby." She rested her fingers against her stomach, still having no clue how it would seem with a bump there. She nodded, though and planted a kiss on his cheek. "You're speaking words of wisdom, Dr Watson-Shaw. Angel's probably going to be out like a light all day, and I think I could at least do with some fresh air. I'll just take a shower and then we can go? Sure you'll be okay with me if I have to spontaneously barf in public?"
Beau smirked as she got up to hit the shower and flashed her two thumbs up. "I'll even hold your hair back like a pro. I might even challenge you to a clearly un-winnable fart contest in the grocery store aisle. We can let rip and then do a bolt so someone walks into the danger zone. Then we can laugh a lot," he joked and then tilted his head. "And I'm going to take you to the baby section at Macy's. If anything will help you figure out how you're feeling about an actual little person being here and not just a sonogram picture, it will be that," he said knowingly.
Rose was laughing until she baulked a little. "Tiny people stuff...?" she asked with obvious hesitation. But Beau was right, damnit. She never thought about baby things in her life. None of her brothers or sisters had kids yet, which was probably surreal for them with her being the youngest of a big family and the first to have a baby. Which reminded her, she really needed to talk to her parents as soon as she could. But for now, it could wait. She had a date with one of her favourite boys and Beau had this way of cockblocking negativity just from being open and honest. This wasn't how she envisaged her day panning out when she was scrambling out of bed to throw up again... but she was going to take it, because she needed it. She just had no idea how she would come home feeling after it.
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
What: Sometimes, you just need a hug
Where: Watson/Shaw/Gresham pad
When: Late Sunday morning, after THIS
It was Sunday and Beau had succeeded in sleeping really fucking late. It was after 10.30am and even closer to nearing 11 before his brain decided it was time to wake up. He was alone in the bed, and Austin would have left for work ages ago. He had worked late the night before, but of course, came home horny so Beau obliged. He was awake now, though, and freaking starving. His stomach was growling, and after using the bathroom, he shuffled through the apartment to the kitchen. He expected to have the place to himself. Some days, the four of them could go all day without crossing paths because of the epically conflicting schedules. But he knew Rose and Angel were going through a hell of a lot out of the blue right now, and he didn't want to stick his nose in where it wasn't wanted. It sucked Austin's work schedule was packed right when Angel needed him the most. Plus, Angel's chronic fatigue was in a flare up, so even if he was here, he was probably out for the count in bed.
What he found, however, was Rose standing at the island in the kitchen bawling. Her hands were closed over the cap of the large orange juice bottle and her head resting down on them. She was crying so hard, the sobs were wracking her body, and she was in her pyjamas with her red hair messy and hanging in her face. "Hey, someone needs a hug," Beau said quietly as he headed over to her with his arms out. He was very aware she was knocked up and he didn't want to get a knee in the nuts, but he also didn't want to leave her standing there in tears either. She was basically almost his sister-in-law, and would be officially if she and Angel ever got married. Beau was still adjusting to the fact he was actually married, but as far as he was concerned, Rose was his family and she needed someone.
Beau arrived at probably at both the best time and the worst time. Rose was a mess and she knew it, but finding him standing there with his arms out for a hug, she all-but threw herself into them and proceeded to cover his tank top in snot and tears, arms clung around him. "I'm having a baby!" she sobbed. The thing she loved about Beau was that he was technically a short-ass like she was. He was 5'6" and she was 5'4", so there was barely much of a difference between them and it was tempting for her to climb up on him like a koala and just hang there because it was better than morning sickness puking, heartburn and crying over stupid things. "And I can't get the lid off the juice! I really want juice!" she wailed.
"Whoa, okay. I can get the lid off the juice for you, Rosie. It's all good," Beau offered and still kept her in a one-armed hug, but reached over to get the juice open. Of course, she was hormonal and very talented in mood swings, so he made sure to pretend that he struggled with it too a little bit before twisting it open so she could get to the juice. "What about Kleenex? Kleenex goes awesome with juice. Trust me, I went through chemo. Kleenex is good with anything with your body is making all orifices explode on you at the same time and without warning. I might not have been pregnant, but I'm an expert pro in battling nausea and puking. Any time you wanna lament all of the above, I'm right here for you, missy," he promised. He went over to the cupboard to get her out a glass for her juice, even if she was still clinging to him.
Without even realising it, Beau's intervention was exactly what she needed right now. She sniffled wetly, letting him pour the juice for her because she would probably made a prized mess of it anyway. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be such a freaking sap. My eyes just won't stop leaking, and my gut won't stop wanting to puke. And... AND? I seriously cannot stop farting. It's a good thing Angel is basically comatose or he would be wanting to re-think this whole dating me thing just for the pure fact I might actually be able to fart the National Anthem right now without even the slightest bit of effort. I woke myself up farting. I thought it was him, but it was me. He's lying there looking like, well, an angel and my butt is turning into a trumpet right next to him," she ranted, complete with emphatic hand gestures.
Beau gave her a thumbs-up as he slid the glass closer to her. "I'm hearing you, girlfriend. Gas is seriously something I can't judge on either. Chemo farts with two big brothers? They never had a hope in hell of a winning a fart contest again. Austin had to learn pretty quick in the piece that even today, if you feed me certain foods, it's going to be an instrumental orchestra. Even if he was the one to break the fart barrier with us. Angel's not going to care, hon. It's part and parcel of being pregnant. Your body is going to do all these bunches of uncomfortable stuff, and let's be real here, he put the baby in there, so he's just going to have to deal. I know he won't mind, though. That's what serious business relationships are. Sooner or later, you get to a level of domestic comfort. If you're having a baby and can't bemoan all this shit with your other half, who can you with? Come on, let's go sit and have a chat. Are you hungry? I can make you some breakfast."
Rose shook her head, scrunching her nose up. "Just juice. Seriously, I can cope with that on rewind, but anything else, I just don't have the energy for." She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hands and picked the juice up to give it a tentative sip, looking sheepishly at Beau over the top of the glass. "I'm sorry you walked in on a psycho pregnant chick explosion. This is worse than PMS. I feel like I have a demon bitch living inside me ready to break out at any moment. Haley said it's just the body trying to adjust to hormone overload. If we had a cupboard under the stairs, I would totally lock myself in there to spare you all the pain. I just don't know if I can do this. I feel so... weird. It wasn't like this before. I mean, I was only really early days the last time, but this time, I feel like my entire body is staging a coup on me. How, seriously, did you deal with chemo? It was all this and then some for ages. At least some of this is only supposed to be the first trimester." She shuffled along with him to the living room and dropped down onto the sofa. Even just after a sip of the juice, it wasn't being kind to her stomach. After the entire cry-fest, she wasn't even going to want it anyway.
"Of course you feel weird. You have a little person growing inside you. Not to liken a baby to cancer at all, but just to flag the metaphor, chemo was a foreign thing inside me and the body protested. It's a similar concept with pregnancy. It's a huge thing to grow a life inside you for all those months." Beau sat beside her and tucked his arm around her shoulders, rubbing her upper arm to try to reassure her. "We don't mind. I'm not going to even begin to assume that you guys have made any distinct decisions considering you only just found out. But we're your family and we're going through this with you. Both of you. So, if you're sick and gassy, so what? You're living with three boys. Why should we get the monopoly on gassy? In all seriousness though, sweetness... you can ask me for help with anything, okay? I'm not a baby doctor, but I know the basics. If you just want a shoulder to cry on when Angel isn't available, you got it. You're like the sister I never had. If you need to have a cry or a bitch about any of it, I'm here to listen. But like I said, I understand what it's like to feel crap. It affects your mood, it affects your sleep, and it shakes you up a hell of a lot. We've all got your back." He reached over to collect the box of Kleenex from the coffee table and handed it to her.
Rose tugged some tissues from the box and wiped her eyes and nose. "We're going to keep it. Angel wouldn't have had a chance to tell Austin that yet. We only decided really late last night after he talked a lot of things out with Luke. Honestly, I thought he would come home completely drunk and was expecting to be nursing him through a rotten hangover this morning, but he only had a few beers. He was a little more at peace when he got home. That's... that's what I could see in his face when I looked closely at him. I didn't realise it at the time, but that's what it was. And hew as sweet and adorable, and we just... just... decided," she murmured with a shrug, and then bit on her lip, looking at Beau with a little frown. "But I'm still terrified and have no idea how we're going to pull this all off. I can't have any of this getting in the way of his career, because that is his heart and soul. When he told me last night that he wanted to keep our baby, though, I could tell something had changed. I'm not sure he even knows what that is. I'm definitely going to call you two in on babysitting duties sometimes, though. I have a feeling I'm going to need to nab all the sleep I can get... I'm scared, Beau. This is what I want, it's what we both want now, but I don't know how I'm going to juggle it all. I don't even know where to start planning it, and planning is usually my thing."
Beau nibbled on the corner of his lip for a moment. It felt odd for him to be receiving this information before Austin was, but given the circumstances, it certainly made a lot of sense. It was MASSIVE news, to say the least. It wouldn't have been easy for them to come to that decision, and for now, it seemed like they were taking things slow like it should be before they ran out and told the whole world. Considering who Angel was, it might not even come that it would be announced until after the birth, or even then. Beau knew Angel, and his priority would be to protect Rose and their baby, not throw them to press lions and have her hounded every step of the way. "Your planning thing will happen once the news filters through more. Any news, good or bad, needs time to settle in and make way for the changes that are happening. That's pretty much the exact reason why I completely flipped out and lost it when Austin proposed. I was trying to make it into an entire thing before it had a chance to even get through, and I fucked up severely because of it. You're going to be scared, sweetness. You are. Maybe right through and beyond, but you're not going to be there alone. Angel will be feeling the same, and you'll do things with it together. I actually think music is Angel's soul, but you're his heart. This isn't something either of you planned, so it's going to be scary to face it, no matter how much you realise you want it."
"Is that how you felt with the whole getting married thing?" Rose asked. Beau's open and honest chat with her helped divert the course of the tears for now, thank hell. She was sick of crying, and she was sick of throwing up. Apparently the first was supposed to last the duration of this trimester, and some chicks even had it right through. She wasn't sure if she could handle that. "This wasn't anything either of us remotely planned. I mean, that's clearly obvious. The first accident I had, keeping it didn't even come into the picture. I couldn't. I wanted my career. I still do, but at the same time, I never planned on falling in love with a celebrity either, so my path has changed without me even thinking about it. Angel hasn't said it and I know he won't because he doesn't want me to think he's offended me, but I could be a stay at home mom if I wanted to. Or I could work part time. Because money isn't an issue at all. I can't even describe it, this whole thing just feels different to the stupid mistake I made in the past and wanted to just get rid of it and never think about it again. Not that I would never not think of it. I had to deal with the guilt of what I did, wondering if I did the right thing. It took time to realise that I had and found peace with it, especially after the asshole turned into an even bigger pricky fuckstick. My head just feels like it's going to explode with all the information and thinking and choices," she said, dropping her head into her hands with a little moan.
Beau gave a snort snort of laughter. "Ironically, it's exactly how I felt about the getting married thing. I just had this phobia of planning into the future because it felt like a jinx. That's not every cancer survivors thing, it was just a thing I developed because I was so young when I had it, and I nearly did die. It got really bad, and there were even bone marrow transplants, and planning my funeral. It's why I came out the other side thinking I would just cherish every day as it dawned on me. The only thing I honestly planned on was my career, because they kind of don't let you do Med School unless you sign up to plan for the end. Even then, I never saw it as a whole 'Oh, three years to go'. I saw it as waking up each day and building another couple of bricks on something I might get to see in the future. But there was always that little voice in my head say 'Might not either'. I wouldn't have even just done Med School. It was always Oncology I needed to do." He stopped, giving her a close look for a moment or two. "You know what, Rosie? Why don't we head out and have some awesome retail therapy? Once you're feeling a bit better. We can find a place for lunch offering something you really feel like, and we can shop our asses off. At least for a few hours, because it's probably going to tucker you out a bit."
"Shit, I need an off button with these fucking tears," Rose complained when she was getting teary again listening to Beau talk about his cancer. She dabbed at her eyes with a fresh Kleenex plucked from the box. "I just sit here and look at you and wonder how it was you who went through that. Sure, I've seen you really ill and crashed out when your body is having one of those days it needs to reboot its system again, but mostly, you're just full of life. You really inspire me, you know that? I'm sitting here looking at you thinking that if you can battle cancer and go on to become a cancer doctor, and do something like get married on the spur of the moment, then I can have a baby, right? I can be a mommy. I honestly don't know what sort of mommy I would be, but there is this funny little tingle in my gut when I think about being a mommy to Angel's baby." She rested her fingers against her stomach, still having no clue how it would seem with a bump there. She nodded, though and planted a kiss on his cheek. "You're speaking words of wisdom, Dr Watson-Shaw. Angel's probably going to be out like a light all day, and I think I could at least do with some fresh air. I'll just take a shower and then we can go? Sure you'll be okay with me if I have to spontaneously barf in public?"
Beau smirked as she got up to hit the shower and flashed her two thumbs up. "I'll even hold your hair back like a pro. I might even challenge you to a clearly un-winnable fart contest in the grocery store aisle. We can let rip and then do a bolt so someone walks into the danger zone. Then we can laugh a lot," he joked and then tilted his head. "And I'm going to take you to the baby section at Macy's. If anything will help you figure out how you're feeling about an actual little person being here and not just a sonogram picture, it will be that," he said knowingly.
Rose was laughing until she baulked a little. "Tiny people stuff...?" she asked with obvious hesitation. But Beau was right, damnit. She never thought about baby things in her life. None of her brothers or sisters had kids yet, which was probably surreal for them with her being the youngest of a big family and the first to have a baby. Which reminded her, she really needed to talk to her parents as soon as she could. But for now, it could wait. She had a date with one of her favourite boys and Beau had this way of cockblocking negativity just from being open and honest. This wasn't how she envisaged her day panning out when she was scrambling out of bed to throw up again... but she was going to take it, because she needed it. She just had no idea how she would come home feeling after it.
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