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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 2:11:00 GMT -8
She nodded, reaching to grab his hand and rather- violently- thrust it out ward towards her stomach. She set it there, and moved her hand to rest on top of it. She kept her silence, focusing on not throwing up and keeping her eyes closed.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 2:12:06 GMT -8
It took him a second to realize what was going on. Mostly from shock. And he had no words. No snark. Just a confused blink and his jaw hanging down. He would be silent in dumbfounded shock for several minutes.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 2:14:23 GMT -8
Bastille just sighed. She wouldnt break the silence for him- she was still in shock and denial herself. Answering only made herself prove it to herself.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 2:16:05 GMT -8
A lot longer passed than Mathew would like to have admitted until he was able to actually form words.
"How long?"
He almost gasped out. Couldn't have been more than a month along. She wasn't showing yet. And they had only been united again for a month. He didn't have any doubts that it was his. He didn't think she would be shy about letting him know she was banging someone else if she was.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 2:20:11 GMT -8
Bastilles voice hitched as she fought naeusia in an attempt to speak.
"She said we can't be sure till month three...but that it's definitely possible."
Bastille coughed.
"I've never missed a bleeding cycle.....and I've never been a hormonal nutt before."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 2:23:26 GMT -8
He just couldn't wrap his mind around it, he felt. Well he felt giddy. He couldn't think of another word to describe it. He shifted from his kneeling position to just sit down next to her, moving his hand from her stomach to just clasp her hand giving it a squeeze.
Once again, he didn't have anything to say. He just, needed to process this moment. And be here, with her. But surprisingly to himself, and maybe to her he was actually smiling about this. It was kind of thrilling, though not a situation he ever pictured himself in.
I'm going to be a Daddy...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 9:58:43 GMT -8
Bastille saw the smile, and then closed her eyes again. She kept her hand in his, and allowed herself to comfy as she began working on breathing. Honestly, she hadn't processed it yet, more that it was slowly sinking in. Slowly. She didn't want to believe it- this place was dangerous and her sister had died in child birth because the adequate resources hadn't been available to her. Plus, three months was the safe point, before that she was well in the danger zone is miscarrying. Bastille wasn't scared quite yet, but she was worried. The child inside right now was nothing more than a microscopic thing that kept making her a mess. She'd have to learn to control that.
"This hormonal shit bites"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 10:34:46 GMT -8
"At least I get to suffer with you. Right?"
He said with a small scoff. He was sure she would make his life a living hell with the mood swings, and the cravings, and who knows what else. Oh that's right. The worry.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 11:15:30 GMT -8
"I dont see you throwing up every morning, noon, and night" She said, although her snide remark was half assed.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 11:18:29 GMT -8
"No, but I will have to deal with you doing that. And while you are normally such a bundle of positive energy, I can only imagine the shit your will hurl at me while you are pregnant."
Hopefully not literally hurling shit at him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 11:22:22 GMT -8
"Oh man up" she hissed although she continued to inch closer and closer to his leg- eventually setting her head on it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 11:28:09 GMT -8
He rolled his eyes.
"Don't make me flick you."
Because he sure as hell couldn't stomach punch her now.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 11:29:04 GMT -8
"I ....dont care" she said mildly, relaxing into her new pillow and getting sleepier.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 11:30:18 GMT -8
He flicked her nose.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 17:16:18 GMT -8
She scrunched her face but didn't otherwise move. "ow" although she hardly meant it.
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