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Jul 18, 2007 20:27:34 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 20:27:34 GMT
"I should have been on the pill, this wouldn't have happened."
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Jul 18, 2007 20:29:48 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 20:29:48 GMT
"No, it's not your fault. I should have remembered to use something." I mutter.
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Jul 18, 2007 20:34:08 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 20:34:08 GMT
"We were too caught up in the moment," I mutter pushing my bangs out of my face,"It's both our faults."
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Jul 18, 2007 20:40:39 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 20:40:39 GMT
"Yeah." I mutter.
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Jul 18, 2007 20:45:35 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 20:45:35 GMT
"So what do we do now? And Ian for the love of god don't you dare say I don't know."
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Jul 18, 2007 20:47:02 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 20:47:02 GMT
"Well, what can we do?"
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Jul 18, 2007 20:52:14 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 20:52:14 GMT
"We can raise this baby, you can help or I'll do it myself."
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Jul 18, 2007 20:53:52 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 20:53:52 GMT
"You're not going to do it by yourself. Of course I'll help."
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Jul 18, 2007 20:57:57 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 20:57:57 GMT
I get back to my feet walking over to him hugging him lightly,"Ian, we're gonna have a baby." I say quietly.
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Jul 18, 2007 21:00:07 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 21:00:07 GMT
I hug her back, "I know." I say quietly.
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Jul 18, 2007 21:04:41 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 21:04:41 GMT
"Please tell me I'm dreaming, or I'm drunk."
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Jul 18, 2007 21:05:55 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 21:05:55 GMT
"Well, I don't think you're dreaming, because I'm pretty sure I'm not and you don't sound drunk to me."
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Jul 18, 2007 21:16:11 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 21:16:11 GMT
"Well I can't drink now if I wanted to." I mutter.
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Jul 19, 2007 15:41:33 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 19, 2007 15:41:33 GMT
"No, I guess not."
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Jul 19, 2007 16:55:52 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 19, 2007 16:55:52 GMT
"Ian, can we not tell anyone about this? Not yet atleast."
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Jul 19, 2007 16:56:20 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 19, 2007 16:56:20 GMT
"Yeah, fine."
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Jul 19, 2007 16:59:34 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 19, 2007 16:59:34 GMT
"I'm sorry."
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Jul 19, 2007 17:01:54 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 19, 2007 17:01:54 GMT
"For what?"
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Jul 19, 2007 17:03:23 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 19, 2007 17:03:23 GMT
"About this, you seem really mad."
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Jul 19, 2007 17:03:42 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 19, 2007 17:03:42 GMT
"I'm not mad. I'm not."
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Jul 19, 2007 17:06:46 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 19, 2007 17:06:46 GMT
"You seem like it."
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Jul 19, 2007 17:08:57 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 19, 2007 17:08:57 GMT
"I'm not. Just-...surprised."
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Jul 19, 2007 17:11:10 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 19, 2007 17:11:10 GMT
"And I'm freaked out, I think we've got the basics covered."
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Jul 19, 2007 17:12:11 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 19, 2007 17:12:11 GMT
"Yeah, just about."
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Jul 19, 2007 17:15:56 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 19, 2007 17:15:56 GMT
"I thought most couples would be happy about having a kid, and here we are dreading it."
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Jul 19, 2007 17:16:57 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 19, 2007 17:16:57 GMT
"We'll get used to it. We'll manage."
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Jul 19, 2007 17:24:21 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 19, 2007 17:24:21 GMT
"What if we don't? What if our kid hates us?"
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Jul 19, 2007 17:27:08 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 19, 2007 17:27:08 GMT
"It won't hate us. Well, maybe but...not at first, I think."
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Jul 19, 2007 17:29:38 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 19, 2007 17:29:38 GMT
"Oh god."I groan burying my head into his chest."Our kid isn't even born yet and it hates us."
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Jul 19, 2007 17:31:42 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 19, 2007 17:31:42 GMT
"It doesn't hate us." I mutter, wrapping my arms round her.
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