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Post by Script on Dec 9, 2011 19:14:34 GMT -5
She shook her head. "It's too late, Mike. If he left me...that...then he's gone. And there's nothing I can do about that." Though it hurt her more than she would admit.
"Dammit, Mike, I'm--I'm having your baby...yours...not his..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 9, 2011 19:16:50 GMT -5
"By accident," he pointed out, still muttering and still staring at his shoes. He really hated that guy. Like seriously. What an asshat.
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Post by Script on Dec 9, 2011 19:19:06 GMT -5
Her lip trembled as she frowned at him. "So? It doesn't count for anything? The fact that I'm with you and not him doesn't mean anything?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 9, 2011 19:21:42 GMT -5
He let out a long sigh. Of course when she put it like that he felt like a grumpy son of a bitch (which he was). "Yeah, it does... 'M just jealous."
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Post by Script on Dec 9, 2011 19:24:43 GMT -5
She shook her head. "Jealous of what? Of a present from my exboyfriend who's probably on some ill-conceived suicide mission right now? Mike...it's just a cat."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 9, 2011 19:29:09 GMT -5
"Look, guy jealousy is different from girl jealousy. It can't be explained as easily, and it's definitely way less rational..." He finally looked up at her, a ghost of a smirk pulling at his lips. He was teasing her, yes, but it was very, very true.
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Post by Script on Dec 9, 2011 19:32:42 GMT -5
She sighed, but couldn't help giving him a soft look. "Mike...do you love me?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 9, 2011 19:36:52 GMT -5
He almost laughed. "Of course I love you, Mags," he replied without hesitation.
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Post by Script on Dec 9, 2011 19:39:36 GMT -5
She sighed, moving to wrap her arms around his middle. "Then please believe me when I say I love you, too."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 9, 2011 19:44:50 GMT -5
He paused briefly, but wrapped his own arms around her shoulders, squeezing her. "I believe you. I just have one question..."
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Post by Script on Dec 9, 2011 19:46:44 GMT -5
She pressed her cheek against his chest. "Yeah?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 9, 2011 19:49:30 GMT -5
"How in hell do you remember so much from that night?!"
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Post by Script on Dec 9, 2011 19:50:14 GMT -5
She laughed, tilting her face up at him. "Guess I just hold my liquor better than you do."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 9, 2011 19:55:02 GMT -5
He blushed, quite ashamed. "That's just sad..." he mumbled. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers.
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Post by Script on Dec 9, 2011 19:57:32 GMT -5
She kissed him softly. "Can I...keep the cat?"
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