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Jan 1, 2008 5:10:25 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 5:10:25 GMT
Sitting on top of the bathroom counter, I bite down nervously on my bottom lip,"Please, please, please." I murmur running my free hand through my hair. "Turn blue, turn blue, please." I beg, looking down at the pregnancy test in my hands. I came to the conclusion, waiting was over-rated. Freaking out was over rated as well, praying it seems, was all I had left. Silently praying it wasn't positive, I still had to wait, I hadn't told Ian I thought I was pregnant..again. I'd tell him, if, and only if I was sure. God, please don't be positive. "Turn blue, please be negative." I mutter under my breath, but freeze hearing a knock on the door. "Shit." I mutter, standing quickly,"Shit, shit, shit" I say, heading down the stairs."Please be Charlie, please, please be Charlie." I mumble, heading down the hall."Please don't be Ian. Please be anyone but Ian. Anyone." I beg to no one in particular, opening the door, wanting nothing more then to shut my eyes."Please."
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Jan 1, 2008 20:50:57 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 20:50:57 GMT
"Uh...hi," I say, shoving my hands in my pockets, as Maddie opens the door, "Forgot my key. Are you alright? You don't look so good."
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Jan 1, 2008 20:53:35 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 20:53:35 GMT
Shit. "Ian, w-what are you doing back so early?"
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Jan 1, 2008 20:57:09 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 20:57:09 GMT
I shrug, "Got bored of wandering about. Why? Are you sure you're alright?"
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Jan 1, 2008 21:03:07 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 21:03:07 GMT
"Yeah, fine, fine." I mutter, turning back to go inside. No, not fine. "Uh, Alex is with Rory, remind me to go pick him up later?"
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Jan 1, 2008 21:05:03 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 21:05:03 GMT
I follow her inside, shutting the door behind me, "Yeah, okay." I pause, not sure if I should press it or not, because she really isn't acting fine.
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Jan 1, 2008 21:07:58 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 21:07:58 GMT
Shit, shit, shit. I bite down on my bottom lip, heading into the kitchen,"Want anything?" I ask. you going to have to tell him. No! Don't do it!
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Jan 1, 2008 21:09:40 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 21:09:40 GMT
"No thanks, I'm fine," I say after her, shrugging off my jacket, and hanging it up.
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Jan 1, 2008 21:13:38 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 21:13:38 GMT
"Okay," I mutter, leaning against the counter and glancing up at the clock. Still have two minutes."Ian," I call from the kitchen,"Can you come here please?"
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Jan 1, 2008 21:14:57 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 21:14:57 GMT
And here we go...just wait for the bombshell... "Yeah?" I say, heading into the kitchen.
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Jan 1, 2008 21:17:25 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 21:17:25 GMT
I sit up on the counter, eyes fixed on the clock,"Remember your Christmas present?" I ask, stalling for time.
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Jan 1, 2008 21:18:35 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 21:18:35 GMT
Oh shit... "...Yeah..." I say cautiously.
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Jan 1, 2008 21:20:56 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 21:20:56 GMT
I swallow the lump in my throat, wringing my hands together."..We didn't use protection..did we?"
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Jan 1, 2008 21:21:55 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 21:21:55 GMT
"No," I mutter, then not sure that I can take the stalling anymore I say abruptly, "Are you?"
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Jan 1, 2008 21:25:15 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 21:25:15 GMT
"I don't know, maybe."
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Jan 1, 2008 21:45:59 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 21:45:59 GMT
"Huh," I say after searching for something else to say and coming across nothing.
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Jan 1, 2008 21:47:05 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 21:47:05 GMT
"Two minutes to find out," I mumble, nodding at the clock,"Was doing the test when you got here,"
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Jan 1, 2008 21:49:54 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 21:49:54 GMT
"Huh," I say again, "Two minutes, okay then."
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Jan 1, 2008 21:59:39 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 21:59:39 GMT
"God, I can't believe this is happening again," I mumble, tangling my hands in my hair.
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Jan 1, 2008 22:00:01 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 22:00:01 GMT
"We should have been more careful," I mutter.
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Jan 1, 2008 22:05:05 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 22:05:05 GMT
"What if I am?"
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Jan 1, 2008 22:05:43 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 22:05:43 GMT
"Then Alex has a sibling? I don't know."
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Jan 1, 2008 22:12:25 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 22:12:25 GMT
"Oh god, we just had Alex," I mutter putting my palm to my forehead,"Another one?"
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Jan 1, 2008 22:21:05 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 22:21:05 GMT
"Don't stress yet, we don't know yet so don't stress yet."
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Jan 1, 2008 22:26:09 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 22:26:09 GMT
"We should have been more careful," I mutter, looking back at the clock,"Almost."
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Jan 1, 2008 22:31:48 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 22:31:48 GMT
"We will be in future," I mutter.
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Jan 1, 2008 22:36:16 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 22:36:16 GMT
"What happened to 'no more kids?'" I mutter."Two kids Ian, we might have two kids."
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Jan 1, 2008 22:43:23 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 22:43:23 GMT
"Might being the key word. It's only a might," I mutter, putting my hand to my forehead.
[ooc-got to go. byee.]
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Jan 1, 2008 23:07:53 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 23:07:53 GMT
"Oh god," I mutter, getting off the counter, hearing the timer,"I really don't want to be pregnant again,"
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Jan 2, 2008 21:44:41 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 2, 2008 21:44:41 GMT
"Just stop freaking out, please. Calm down until we know for sure."
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