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Post by Cassie Vimes on Aug 28, 2009 17:39:24 GMT 1
”Okay,” Cassie said, glad that she didn’t have to visit the doctor, but still feeling bewildered and more than a little on edge. Perhaps it was just the shock, or maybe it was just that this wasn’t how she was used to things going with Ed at all. At school if there’d been something to bicker about then bicker they would and sometimes she was pretty sure they’d disagreed just for the sake of another argument. When had Ed become so... accommodating? So ready to agree to her every demand, no matter how ridiculous it was.
Now it felt like when she snapped at him she was pushing him away, trying to set up impossible tests of his loyalty, even though they had bigger things to deal with like the fact that she was pregnant. Ed should be the one testing her, not the other way around. Especially after what she’d done with... After Dacian. Cassie made a face, looking down at her plate without really seeing it, just so she could avoid Ed’s gaze. She didn’t want him to see the guilt in her eyes. ”I wish I could have seen you with chicken pox.” She gave a small wry smile. ”I bet you bitched and moaned as much as that time you had mumblemumps.”
She winced as Ed finished her sentence for her and couldn’t quite bring herself to look up at him. ”Later.” Cassie agreed quickly, feeling relieved that she might be able to push things to the back of her mind for a while. ”We can talk more later.” Maybe they were being foolish to try and ignore what was happening, the longer they left it the fewer options they might have, but Cassie was sick and tired of problems and awkward conversations. She hadn’t fallen in love with Ed because he was good in a crisis.
Feeling like she could relax a little Cassie finally let her eyes focus on the jumble of spaghetti shapes on the plate in front of her and let out a snort of undignified laughter at the phrase that had formed across her toast. ‘Call it Florence.’ ”Look,” She said, pushing her plate across the table to show Ed, hoping he would see the funny side too, anything to ease the tension in the room. I had the added bonus of getting the smell of the tomato sauce a little further away from her as it was still managing to turn her stomach.
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Edward Johns
Adult (A)
The Hog's Head Barkeep
Totally screwed.
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Post by Edward Johns on Sept 4, 2009 7:00:33 GMT 1
Having decided that he was no longer hungry, Ed got up and cleared his plate of spaghetti off the plate. As he scraped it into a bin under the kitchen sink he missed some of the nasty messages the pasta had spelled out at him. He’d gotten the bitchy plate of alphabetti spaghetti but had been too preoccupied to take any notice. As he stood facing the tiled wall he mused about the future. If he had a kid there wouldn’t really be room in the apartment for it. The place was only small; what had been a bachelor pad for most of the time Ed had been living there.
The man dumped the plate in the sink and turned back to the table. Instead of sitting down again he went and stood behind Cassie. There he leant down and pulled the girl into a hug from behind. Ed snorted at the memory of the mumblemumps. ”Yeah and if I remember correctly I got absolutely no sympathy from you whatsoever,” he said jokingly, giving the girl a squeeze. ”Later sounds good; I have to go get the kitchens ready for the breakfast run anyway. But we still do have to talk about it at one point,” Ed reminded, sounding completely calm about the whole thing but really on the inside he was still freaking out.
He was unsure and uncertain about everything. How could he raise a child in a pub? Should they perhaps move away or go back to Australia and raise it there (like Hell he wanted his kid to have a Scottish accent)? Did he make enough money to support the start of a family? Would Rowdy have to go if there was a baby in the place? Where would it go to school? Should he tell his family about it back home? Would he be a good father?
All these questions raced around the man’s head, giving him a headache. He was wracked with self-doubt and worries already and he’d only just found out the news. He let go of Cassie and went to move back to the bathroom to have a quick shower. She shoved her plate at him and told him to look at it with a snort. He couldn’t help but chuckle at it. ”Maybe, if it’s a girl. Right I got to have a shower before I go downstairs, I’ll be out in a few minutes if you want one after me” he laughed before going back to the bathroom.
The shower, although it felt nice meant that he was alone with his thoughts. It really hit him as he dressed afterwards that what he and Cassie had found out this morning would change the rest of their lives. While he’d showered he’d also been thinking about the name ‘Florence’ and it had grown on him somewhat. It still made him laugh though along with the thought of one day telling the kid it had gotten its name from a plate of generic alphabet shaped pasta.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Sept 11, 2009 23:45:20 GMT 1
It seemed the tense atmosphere and awkward, guilt-ridden conversation was enough to put Ed off his food as well, which in itself was quite an achievement. Cassie gave a little worried sigh as she watched him scrape his mostly untouched plate of food into the bin. She might be completely unprepared for parenthood and be of the opinion that she didn’t have a maternal bone in her body, but she couldn’t help fearing, rather like a flustered mother hen, that he wasn’t eating enough. Perhaps it was just because she’d known him when they were teenagers and it had seemed like he could eat his own weight in food and still be hungry.
She leaned back into the hug as he wrapped his arms around her, taking comfort in the embrace and secretly pleased that he seemed to have forgotten the potential danger of her throwing up on him. She hadn’t even realised how much she needed it until she felt the tension melt out of her shoulders, finding it easier than she had done in weeks to slip into their usual teasing. ”You needed to man up, a little tough love wasn’t going to do you any harm.” Cassie smiled reaching up hold onto the arm he had around her, like she could keep a hold of that little moment of happiness between them instead of having to go back to any of the hard decisions they had to face.
”Okay,” She sighed again, this one more out of self pity than anything. It felt a bit like Ed was trying to blame her for putting this conversation off when she definitely wasn’t the only one keen to avoid responsibility. ”It’s not like I can forget.” Cassie grumbled. There was a reason she hadn’t touched her plate of food and it wasn’t because awkward conversation had suppressed her appetite. She was also a little jealous that Ed could be so calm about this whole thing when she was still reeling.
”No way!” She protested as she followed him back to the bathroom, enjoying the view of him pulling off his t-shirt before heading through to the bedroom again. ”Florence is almost as bad as Cassandra.” Cassie complained, sitting on the bed and drawing her feet up when she heard the sound of the shower running. She might as well take advantage of the warm bedding while she was waiting for her turn. And there was no way she was joining him in the kitchen this morning, the smell of cooking alphabet spaghetti had been bad enough and even the thought of frying onions and the thick smell of sizzling bacon fat was enough to make her grimace.
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