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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 19:50:33 GMT -5
He slid his arm around her waist, spooning her as close as he could. "Done."
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 19:53:41 GMT -5
"I love you, Michael. You know that now, don't you?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 19:57:24 GMT -5
"Yeah," he said softly, burying his face in the back of her neck. "I love you, too."
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 20:00:46 GMT -5
She leaned back against him. "I know you do. You wouldn't still be here if you didn't. You would have left me ages ago. And definitely would have left today..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 20:03:30 GMT -5
He kissed her neck tenderly, his hand settled on her stomach. It really hadn't sunk in that there was a baby there.
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 20:06:37 GMT -5
She put her hand over his, chewing on her lip. She was scared and nervous...and ashamed. She'd never wanted to be one of...those...girls.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 20:09:47 GMT -5
He didn't know what more he could say. He figured Maggie just had to come to terms with what was happening over time, and he had no doubt she would. He just wondered if she would insist on keeping it...
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 20:14:43 GMT -5
It took her another three weeks before Maggie was able to think about the prospect of having a baby and not start crying. Her morning sickness had eased up some, though smelling Race's cigars still sent her running.
It was a cold Friday evening, and most everybody was off at Irving Hall or somewhere else, having fun. She was sitting on her bed with Ginger.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 20:19:23 GMT -5
Skittery had gone out for a bit with some of the boys, but his heart hadn't been in it. And he'd kinda sworn off drinking for a long, long time. He made his way up to the girl's bunk room, smiling when he saw Maggie. "Hey you," he said, leaning in the doorway.
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 20:24:19 GMT -5
She looked up from her book. "Hey, you're home early. I wasn't expecting you back so soon."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 20:25:19 GMT -5
He shrugged, sauntering over to her bed. "Didn't feel like it," he replied. "Irving Hall's only fun when you're getting drunk."
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 20:28:02 GMT -5
She quirked a brow at him, sitting up, setting her book aside and setting Ginger onto her lap. "You didn't want to drink?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 20:36:59 GMT -5
"You kidding? I'm, uh, not keen to drink a lot for a while now..." He sat down beside her, hoping the cat wouldn't come over to him. For some reason, Ginger really liked him. It wasn't cool.
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 20:41:03 GMT -5
Ginger looked up at him with big eyes, swatting her tail around lazily.
Maggie frowned a little. "Since..." She sighed. "You don't have to be afraid of drinking. Unless you're planning on getting some other girl pregnant, of course."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 21:01:18 GMT -5
"Maggie, come on. You know that's not true. I just realized that I can do some stupid shit when I'm drunk." He reached out and hesitantly put a hand on Ginger's back, petting her.
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