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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 25, 2013 17:56:28 GMT -5
I look down at my feet, guilt washing through he as she doesn't speak but sits up to untie her ankles. I sigh and reach for my shirt to pull it over my head before pulling on my shorts. I squat down and reconnect the straps to Christa's bra and set it on the bed and I move out of the way as she starts towards the bathroom, retching reaching my ears soon after.
I turn and walk from my bed room and into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge and taking a sip. I wasn't supposed to feel bad about it after, was I? I was pretty sure the answer was no.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 25, 2013 18:18:00 GMT -5
I get up after vomiting and walk into the bedroom to find Gene missing. I sigh and pull on my clothes, walking to the kitchen and hugging him from behind. I knew he was feeling guilty and it was all my fault. Today was just a day I would want to pay more attention to him than anything else that would bother us. I rest my head on his back and keep him in my arms, not wanting to let him go, even for a second. My mind was filled with different thoughts and I hoped he wasn't too mad at me.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 25, 2013 21:05:09 GMT -5
I jump slightly as arms wrap around me from behind- I hadn't heard her coming. I rest my free hand on top of hers and take another small sip of my beer before turning to lightly press my lips to her forehead.
"You okay?" I ask gently, feeling bad now that all my anger was spent. Christa would probably be sore for a while, and it was my fault. It was pretty damn fun at the time, though. I squat down to put my ear to her stomach playfully, a grin crossing my face.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 25, 2013 21:15:42 GMT -5
I let out a light giggle as Gene jumps and keep my arms around him as he rests his hand on mine. "Yeah, I'm fine. A little sore but I'll be okay," I say, nodding. I watch as he squats down and smile as he puts his ear to my stomach, giggling lightly. "You're not going to hear or feel anything. I haven't been pregnant that long," I say with a smile. It would be nice having already be big and round and be able to feel our baby kick but it was too early and in the first trimester, miscarriages were more likely to happen though I highly doubted it would. I smile slightly and keep my eyes locked on Gene as he had his ear against my stomach, wondering if this was how it was going to be when I was big and round.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 26, 2013 12:22:37 GMT -5
I nod as she replies that she was fine. It wasn't like I'd actually hit her or anything, so I'd guessed that she was. "Awh." I whine, straightening back up and wrapping my free arm around her waist. I press my lips to hers gently before resting my head on Christa's shoulder.
"Do you know how beautiful you are? I hope the baby looks like you." I say, chuckling softly.
"Its hair will probably be brown." I add witha grimance. "But, it can be dyed." I add, sticking out my tongue at her playfully.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 26, 2013 13:46:32 GMT -5
I smile as he wraps his free arm around me before he rests his head on my shoulder. "It needs to look more like you though," I whine. I smile as he says it's hair will be brown and giggle lightly. "I will only allow dye when it is an appropriate age," I say with a smile before kissing his cheek. Tomorrow would make me pregnant for three months and I couldn't wait. Seven more months and we would have our own bundle of joy though we wouldn't be married like most couples were. I mentally shrug and hope that it wouldn't matter, I mean, we were happy together. That was all I cared about.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 26, 2013 14:28:53 GMT -5
"If its a boy, then it can look like me. Female, you all the way." I reply, shaking my head slightly. I roll my light brown eyes as Christa says that she would only allow dye at a certain age. I'd go for ten. Ten was about the age I'd started hating having plain brown hair. Though she would probably want, like, thirteen or something. Unaccetpable. I press my lips to her cheek happily before pulling back to take a sip of my beer. "Wanna watch TV or something?" I ask, looking down at her. There wasn't much else to do today, it was too late to go back shopping- that'd have to wait for another day.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 26, 2013 14:48:03 GMT -5
I smile and shrug slightly before holding him to me. "They can dye their hair at eight. That's when I started experimenting with color," I say with a smile. I look up as he kisses my cheek and nod before leading him to the living room and sitting down. I would wait for him to get comfortable before I snuggled or tried to crawl into his lap like I usually did. I smile and think back to when Gene said he wanted a pet before looking up at him with a smile. "One of my friends have a husky that just had babies, would you want one?" I ask, hoping he would want one of those sweet babies. I knew they were a lot of care but I always wanted one.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 26, 2013 15:21:02 GMT -5
"Cool." I reply, a grin splitting my face before she led me to the living room. I sit down and wait for Christa to get snuggled up against me before reaching for the remote and handing it to her, wrapping my arm around her waist.
"What about the guinea pig?" I sigh, but stick out my tongue at her.
"A husky would be awesome. Boy or girl, do you think?" I add, raising my eyebrows questioningly as I set my feet up on the coffee table and leaned back comfortably.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 26, 2013 15:26:03 GMT -5
I smile and turn on the TV, flipping through different channels and stopping on Nightmare Before Christmas. I was a huge Tim Burton fan and I had always been. I look up as Gene mentions the guinea pig he wanted and shake my head, giggling. "I think a boy would be good for us after we have the baby. The girl would have mood swings after a while," I say with a smile before nuzzling up closer to him. It was moments like this I was happy I had moved in.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 26, 2013 19:51:23 GMT -5
"Okay. I'll get a dude friend." I reply, sticking out my tongue at her playfully.
My light brown eyes glance back at the TV and I take a small sip of my beer, feeling tired and satisfied, all my anger and annoyance forgotten.
"Have any name ideas? It should be something really tough." I ask, looking over at Christa with one eyebrow raised.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 26, 2013 20:33:37 GMT -5
I smile and shrug before laying my head against him, watching the TV. My eyes roam back to his beer then to his eyes and I kiss his cheek before wrapping a cover around me. "No, I've been thinking but there really aren't any names that I think would fit our child," I reply, giggling lightly. It was going to be different, that was for sure, so I wanted a unique name. I wasn't nearly brave enough to make one up though. That's what my parents almost did but thankfully, my grandmother talked them out of it.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 27, 2013 16:59:22 GMT -5
A smile crosses my face as she leans over to kiss my cheek before snuggling against me and pulling a blanket over herself. "I meant for the puppy." I reply, rolling my light brown eyes slightly. Maybe I should have elbaroated on my question.
"I like the name Sam." I say randomly, shrugging. I'd always wanted a dog named Sam, though my mom was allergic to dogs so we had to have a cat instead, and the damn thing absolutely hated me. But, now I was finally going to be able to have a dog, and I had a girlfriend, a child on the way. Things were looking pretty good.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 28, 2013 20:44:54 GMT -5
I blush slightly as he says that he meant for the puppy and shrug. Sam, that would be a cute name for the puppy. Much better than Pluto or Fido. "I like Sam, too. There we go, name settled," I say smiling before resting my head on his leg and closing my eyes. We hadn't been together long but I still wondered when we might get married. I wasn't planning soon, it would be kind of weird, I guess. I shake my head mentally and just relax against Gene. Everything would come in time, whether it was soon or later.
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