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Post by charlotte on May 22, 2012 21:56:55 GMT -5
  She half figured he was on the same train as thought as she was, which was probably a mistake. You're not angry? or annoyed? or scared? she asked quietly, averting her eyes. If it was Deans baby...maybe she'd run away. She didn't want to ruin his life, though considering how far along she was there was a pretty good chance she was going to. She leaned into him, the one person that made her feel human still, and sighed. I feel disgusting she stated, her hazel eyes resting on her hands. Utterly revolting. She could list a million negative adjectives to describe how she felt about herself, about the situation, but she decided to stop there. As to not offend one of the potential fathers.
She giggled, Hormones? More like gratitude she lied. If she was being honest, she'd admit to the fact that she loved him. That when she was fooling around, for the most part, it was to keep her mind off of him and everything they could potentially become. But that was her secret,along with the bipolar disorder...and the father. She groaned slightly, inwardly, and buried her face into his chest. You're the one person i really don't think i could lose, Dee. she mumbled into his shirt. She wanted to just lose herself, and she would...eventually. When she was positive that it was this loyal, loving man's life she had totally destroyed she would bawl. But not until then, and if it turned out to be one of the deadbeat one night stands...then she'd celebrate. She didn't want anyone but herself to have to deal with this mistake, she was almost fond of what was growing inside her at this point and the alternative solutions make her sick.
His question made her smile, as did the chaste kiss to her temples. e knew how to keep her calm, how to make her smile. She nodded, sitting up some. I should be fine,I think it has passed for now she murmured, clearing her throat some. Had anyone else seen her this way, Ness probably would have been embarrassed. But there was some sort of comfort that came with Dean, familiarity and warmth all wrapped into one. He made her relax, despite the situation he made her feel like everything would indeed be okay.
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Post by dean joseph singer on May 25, 2012 17:53:36 GMT -5
those first questions that came from her lips caused nothing but a confused sort of expression to take over his features, his brow raising and his head even tilting somewhat to the side. "why would i be angry, or annoyed or scared?" he asked her but just as soon as the question left his own lips a realization came to him. the fact that they had slept together not all that long ago. and even if she didn't know who the father was, he was one of the possibles. this, was not something he ever thought he was going to be faced with in his life. he always thought when babies or a risk of babies came into his world he would be married, and all of that jazz. after all, dean was always so cautious. so prepared. so...he shook his head slightly just pushing the thought away from his mind, instead pulling her closer to his side. "nessa, stop being down on yourself. okay? this doesn't have to be a bad thing," he assured her pressing another soft kiss to her forehead.
a light blush moved into his cheeks at her words and there was a small smile settled on his lips that didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon. he thought about nessa a lot. thought about how wonderful she was. even if she didn't think so. how much he loved spending time with her. how he could spend countless hours with her and still not get bored of her. she was a great friend, a great woman, even if she didn't see it. "alright, well, i'm gunna go ahead and blame it on the hormones," he stated again chuckling before he pushed some of her hair out of her face so that he could better see her. her words caused an even softer sort of look to take over and he cupped her cheek, running his thumb on her cheek bone. "nessa, you don't ever have to worry about losing me, okay? there's nothing you could do that would make me go anywhere. i promise." and wasn't that the truth.
with a small nod he rose to his feet before helping her stand, wrapping an arm around her waist and helping her back towards her bed. once he had her laid down he sat on the edge of the bed next to her and smiled. "can i get you anything?" he offered, his hand moving to hold hers as a comforting notion.
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