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Nov 11, 2008 22:39:58 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Nov 11, 2008 22:39:58 GMT -5
This elicited a small smile. "I was there," he reminded her. "Nobody forced me."
He bent so their foreheads almost touched, smoothing away her hair, tracing the outlines of her face. "This isn't causing me heart-ache," he said quietly. "I might need more time to warm to the idea.... but I'm with you, I promise. I don't want to be anywhere but here for your and our baby."
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Nov 11, 2008 23:52:19 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Nov 11, 2008 23:52:19 GMT -5
Zizzy place a hand on either of his shoulders and stayed put. She almost didn't want to leave this room, as if getting up, getting dressed, would make it all true, would break the peaceful spell the warm pink walls had cast. Now came telling the parents, now came the growing of her belly so that soon everyone would know. Now came more whispers, more stares, more rude articles in the Wail. She sighed.
"I'm sorry I second guessed you....again. I'm not so great at this, uhh, having faith thing. And it's not because I don't trust you, it has more to do with me not trusting myself." She kissed him. "You don't own a bullet proof vest, do you? I'm thinking I want to wear one when we tell your mom and dad."
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Nov 12, 2008 0:17:12 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Nov 12, 2008 0:17:12 GMT -5
He chuckled. "A bullet proof vest won't stop them," he replied. He gave her chin a tender chuck. "They'll be surprised is all. But there will be no child better loved."
He kissed her back, agreeing with her sigh. Even in today's age, even with the mother he had, and the brother who did far worse all the time, people would still talk, and it wouldn't be pleasant. And then there was Iseabail.... He mentally winced.
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Nov 12, 2008 0:58:14 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Nov 12, 2008 0:58:14 GMT -5
"It's going to be a boy. You're going to have a son." She whispered against his lips. A sudden thought made her go stiff as a board. What if Iker got wind of this? He'd probably recuperated from that wound, and she couldn't believe it would let it just slide by. The thought made her shudder. Discreetly, she'd asked Camilla to grant her a wish, she'd wished to know the father, and it was, in perhaps the most relieving revelation of her entire life, definitely Armand.
But he couldn't be with her constantly, and she was afraid, suddenly, of being alone. It was the only time Iker bothered her, and who knew if he would realize she was off the pills and slip into her dreams again? She tried to shake it off.
"I don't deserve you." Zizzy smiled, pulled him closer and then slipped off her perch, getting dressed slowly.
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Nov 12, 2008 15:54:11 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Nov 12, 2008 15:54:11 GMT -5
He warmed at the word son, but noticed when she stiffened, and a little tremble ran through her body. "What's wrong?" he asked, stopping her, turning her shoulder to face him.
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Nov 12, 2008 16:00:37 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Nov 12, 2008 16:00:37 GMT -5
Zizzy finished putting her shirt on and shrugged. "If Iker finds out, I'm just a little concerned is all." Her eyes dropped momentarily to the scarring on her stomach before she pulled down the hem. Camilla had told her it would be best to wish it away next check up, since it might prove painful to have it stretched by the growth of the baby. Zizzy wasn't complaining, she'd hated how ugly it was.
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Nov 12, 2008 23:58:58 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Nov 12, 2008 23:58:58 GMT -5
Armand hadn't thought at all about Iker, which surprised him. He hadn't bothered to think how Iker would react.... what if he decided to possess the body of his unborn son? Try for the second generation? He shuddered, as Zizzy had only moments ago, and a new thought entered his mind. What if Iker was the father.
Iker had acted in Armand's body, so the child would have his genes, his DNA either way, but it wouldn't be his.
"You probably shouldn't be by yourself if you can help it," he said softly.
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Nov 13, 2008 0:27:51 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Nov 13, 2008 0:27:51 GMT -5
Zizzy watched his face carefully after the mention of Iker to see if she could pluck the dangerous thought off his reaction. She took a deep breath. His features as inscrutable as ever, she had to say it whether he was thinking it or not now.
"Camilla granted me a wish." She began slowly, looking to the floor. Zizzy really didn't even like to mention it or anything at all related to it. "I had to know, since there was the chance that the baby wasn't....yours." She winced at the tiles but found his hand. "But it is, there's no doubt. He's yours. And I don't know, do you think you can bear being around me constantly?" She tried to lighten the mood.
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Nov 13, 2008 1:07:36 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Nov 13, 2008 1:07:36 GMT -5
A rush of air escaped his lips, and he tried not to look too relieved. He would have loved the baby even if it had been Iker's, but things would have been more... difficult.
He took her face into his hands and pressed his forehead against hers. "This is going to give me ulcers," he teased. He kissed her nose. "Do you think YOU can bear being puppy-guarded by Cold Shadow?"
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Nov 13, 2008 1:30:34 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Nov 13, 2008 1:30:34 GMT -5
Zizzy smiled at his attempt to not look too relieved. If only he'd felt just how much it had been a weight off her shoulders to know for sure. Somehow, she didn't think puppy-guarding her was what Cold Shadow would want to be doing with their time. She'd met all his Godfathers many more times than once now, but she still didn't feel a part of the family outside of Armand, who was her family. She cupped his neck and kissed him hungrily for a moment.
"As long as you pick up most of the shifts."
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Nov 13, 2008 23:45:46 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Nov 13, 2008 23:45:46 GMT -5
He returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm before deciding they should probably stop unless they were going to desecrate a hospital bed. "If I must," he murmured through his heavy breathing. "Let's go home."
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Nov 14, 2008 0:34:10 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Nov 14, 2008 0:34:10 GMT -5
Zizzy nodded and took his hand, her face slightly flushed. She still loved it being referred to as home. A big, luxurious castle, her home. Even with all the bad bits, it was easily more than she'd ever been expecting of her life. To love someone like him, and especially to have him love her back. "You must."
Except this time home also meant telling his parents and possibly having them hating her. She was no longer concerned about class distinction, or that they thought her too base for Armand. But still, she couldn't imagine them being thrilled by the news. "And I guess that means we have to tell them now?"
It probably would be best to mention something before she started to show.
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