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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 28, 2007 23:33:57 GMT
i walk into peters house not even bothering to knock or wait for someone to open it.
"would you like me to-" an elf squeaks.
"i can announce myself. YUMI BAKER!" i bellow, "WOULD LIKE PETER PETTIGREW TO GET HIS ASS DOWN HER NOW!" i scream and lay on the couch my eyes still a bit puffy and red i had my hand on my stomach and i was putting as many pillows under my head as i could.
"peter!" i shout then get up and walk out and bring mia and brett in. "come on guys.." i smile down at them. "you wanna go play play with bill charlie amy and sarah?" i ask. "yay!! they laugh running up the stairs. as soon as they were out of eye and ear shot i groan and lose the fake smile and go back and lay down on the couch.
"peter!"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 29, 2007 0:33:32 GMT
I ran down the stairs. "Yumi? What's wrong?"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 29, 2007 0:37:07 GMT
"i! don't! fucking! know!" i cry putting a pillow over my face
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 29, 2007 0:42:52 GMT
"Um...." I said, looking around, kind of scared. "So you're just....?"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 29, 2007 0:48:51 GMT
"crying? yes!" i shout but it's muffled through the pillow. "and fucking sirius is god knows where. i haven't slept in two days...and for some reason i just feel like crying. all the time. i don't fucking cry peter!" i yell with teh pillow still on my face. "i hate everyone! hate sirius! hate that kid i ran into! don't hate you...that's why i'm bothering you now." i say sitting up and take the pillow off my face. "oh shit now you hate me. dear lord do you hate me peter?! oh god you hate me!" i cry putting the pillow back on my face and plop back down on the couch.
yep i was in one of those moods. i think peter had seen me in one of these moods once before. only once.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 29, 2007 21:58:16 GMT
I resisted the urge to smile, but couldn't keep it out of my eyes. "No hun, I do not hate you." I said as I moved over to sit on the edge of the couch.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 29, 2007 22:02:31 GMT
i move the pillow away from my face and look up at him but stay laying down, "you don't hate me?" i ask
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 29, 2007 22:48:02 GMT
I smiled. "Of course I don't hate you sweetie, I love you!"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 29, 2007 22:50:50 GMT
i look up at him with a blank face then move my legs and sit up and pull him down next to me and lean on him still holding the pillow to my chest without saying a word
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 30, 2007 0:43:05 GMT
I chuckled slightly and put my arms around her and kissed her forehead. "You wanna talk?" I asked.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 0:48:37 GMT
"ehhh..." i groan and burry my head in his shoulder. "give me a minute...." i mutter and sit there. "i'm screwed up..." i sigh pulling my knees up to my chest
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 30, 2007 0:53:24 GMT
"You're not screwed up hun." I said, moving my hand up to play with her hair.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 0:58:57 GMT
"i've very, extremely screwed up." i sigh, "sirius and i can't seem to not fight. once things get good, we get in a huge fight that ends in him storming out on me for a few hours and me wanting to go back to ireland..." i sigh, "and he says that this wasn't how he dreamed of having his frist kid. he dreamed of having it with a woman he loved so i'm feeling guilty, but he wasn't the only one with that dream. i wanted that to. only replace the girl with a guy." i say, "and the fact that i lied to him...i was a stripper. told him i quit when i didn't. got another job, along withe the strip joint. then quite teh other job no i quit the stripper job and now they practically want me dead, and i'm jobless." i finish. "yeah you can't say i'm not screwed up now..." i mutter.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 30, 2007 1:00:22 GMT
I sighed. "No, you're still not screwed up. Shit happens, it happens to all of us. And if you are screwed up, it's no less than the rest of us."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 1:04:06 GMT
"then why do i feel more screwed up then most people?" i sigh and move closer to him. i look down at his free hand kinda play with his fingers trying to focus on something else, just picking up one finger at a time and letting it fall. back to where it was
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 30, 2007 1:36:53 GMT
"Um...because your pregnant and have raging hormones at the moment?" I offered, smiling slightly as I watched her play with my fingers.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 1:40:12 GMT
i shrug and keep playing with his fingers. "can you answer another question?" i sigh, "how come i feel like i'm going through this alone when sirius said he'd help me, and i'm to..i don't know..to talk to him about it?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 30, 2007 1:42:30 GMT
"Becuase he's scared. He's never had a kid before, and this is new to him too. But never feel like you're alone Yumi, you'll always have me, you know that. I know it's not the same, but..."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 1:46:06 GMT
"i know, and you have no idea what that means to me that you're there for me peter..." i say, "but if he scarred how does he think i feel?" i say, "i'm bloody terrified...i've told him that i don't think i can do this but...i don't know.."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 30, 2007 22:27:51 GMT
I smiled weakly. "You should talk to him."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 22:34:09 GMT
"yes well it's not as easy as it seems....talking to him would be him and i being in the same room and that's kinda to awkward to bear at the moment..."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 4, 2007 21:58:14 GMT
"Hm.....then I'm thinking you won't be talking to him..."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 4, 2007 22:12:42 GMT
"and the fact that he's disappeared...again." i mutter and burry my head in his shoulder. "godi can't stand this..." i mutter, "you remeber my cousin david right? mums side."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 5, 2007 0:22:12 GMT
I nodded. "Yeah, why?"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 5, 2007 0:24:30 GMT
"he's here." i groan. "him and his all 'yumi you're being a bitch'-ness." i grumble
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 5, 2007 1:10:02 GMT
"Ulgh, I knew I hated him. Want me to beat him up again?"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 5, 2007 1:12:30 GMT
i laugh softly, "it's ok. i could probably take him myself. even with a kid and a messed up leg." i grin
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 5, 2007 23:17:08 GMT
I laughed. "Wait, what happened to your leg?"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 5, 2007 23:39:14 GMT
"peter, remeber guy went after me. leg almost got burned off. trigger any memories?" i chuckle
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 6, 2007 1:08:13 GMT
I laughed slightly. "Oh right, sorry, blonde moment."
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