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 Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 7:41 pm
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 7:55 pm
It was a few weeks after Shawnie and Darryl had went to see the dear doctor. It didn't have much of an effect on the two; pregnancy wasn't a main thing in their mind at the moment. They had other things going on and, though their wishes to have kids were still there, it wasn't the top of the list. Darryl had gone to check in with the groups that had commissioned their stay in this realm, going over agreements and such. When he brought up the prospect of the two having kids, however, the council didn't seem too thrilled. After a while, they agreed to allow it. The pair would, though, have to do a bit more work. In his eyes, it was worth it.
The fae pulled up to the home in which he and Shawnie had lived in for a while. It was evident that he had thought more about the whole child thing than his lover had; Shawnie seemed pretty passive about the whole thing. He really did wish she would talk to him more about how she felt of the whole thing but, of course, it was always to be like that. Hopefully, though, that would change when/if they had their kids.
His lips irked gently to the side as he nudged shut the door of the car and trudged up to the front doors, running his fingers against the smooth wood before sliding the keys into the hole and shouldering the door open.
"I'm home," he called gently, looking down the hallways and up the stairs before pulling off his jacket and hanging it beside the door. His wings fluttered gently before relaxing and the fae made his way into the living room where he saw Shawnie quickly getting up and making her way towards him. Instinctively, he cringed. "I'm sorry, love. I know I'm late, but I had to talk to some more people, and Ethan was looking for me to—"
"Shut up, Darryl." Her voice was a dark hiss, and crimson and gold eyes narrowed. Ah, he loved her so much. She stepped towards him, tossing the remote to the tv over her shoulder onto the couch. "I need to talk to you."
"Ah... er... about what?" He was slightly skeptical. Had he done something wrong? Of course he had done something wrong; he always did. What had he done this time? He accidentally ate her lunch and dinner a few days before, gotten her flowers that she was allergic to, pushed her into the water when they were on a romantic date to the beach, and—
"I'm pregnant. Darryl."
"I'm really sorry, honey, I-- ... What?" His fingers gave a light twitch. Surprising, yes. But was it a bad thing? It was to him, but what would Shawnie think? Would she keep the child? Has she agreed to do this because she wanted to too?
"I'm pregnant. I found out earlier today. I was thinking about it, the whole doctor thing..." Her voice trailed off for a bit and she bit at her bottom lip.
Darryl became serious for a moment and sat on the couch, pulling Shawnie onto his lap and pulled his hands around her stomach. "Do you really want to do this, Shawnie?" He kissed the back of her head gently and set his chin on top. "I don't know. It didn't really seem like you really agreed full-heartedly the first time we went over it. I understand if you're not ready for kids yet, and you shouldn't just do this for the sake of me."
"I want this Darryl." The spirit leaned her head back against his shoulder, burning eyes pressing up to him. "Not just for you, or for me, but for us. I really do. I'm ready. I promise. I suppose that it's just kind of..." Lids fluttered closed and she curled her fingers around his hands. "I love you Darryl."
"I love you too." He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the back of the couch.
There was a light silence as they both thought, the sun shimmering through the glass of the sunroof above and reflecting off of their faces.
"...If you're pregnant as of now... why did you have me go buy you tampons two days ago?"
"You know I love your constant humiliation. I know you hate it. You should know better."
"Says the mother to be...."
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 4:12 pm
[::Journal : Shawnie
Dear Devon
Keeping a diary is completely overrated, and I figured that I’d be telling to you eventually. I suppose that I should just make this fairly simple. I’m pregnant.
I know how much you dislike Darryl, but I hope that you go on my side about this; I know what I’m doing. He is a nice guy, and the two of use have needed to settle down a bit. We’ve been drifting; the both of us barely see each other, and the baby will bring us together. Maybe I’m not the best parental person, but I’m sure I could learn.
I don’t know. I’m usually so… passive, about a lot of the things that happen, but I really don’t know what to think about the whole ‘kid’ thing. Well, it’s not really a ‘thing’ but, well, you know what I mean. I keep thinking that everything will be fine, but I really don’t know. Darryl will help, and that I do know that I don’t know what I’d do without him, but despite how much I think otherwise, I know what I really think about it all.
I’m scared.
You more than anyone knows that it takes a lot to scare me, so you know more than anyone how much this whole thing is taking a toll. I suppose that it’ll just take some time before I can actually accept all of this and get on top of it all.
I hope you write back. Maybe drop by a little later? It’s been a long time, and I’m sure there are things that you want to catch up with.
Hope to see you soon,
Shawnie.
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