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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 21:05:27 GMT -5
Ginger purred and crawled onto his lap.
Maggie only nodded. "Stupid shit. Right."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 21:09:10 GMT -5
He almost rolled his eyes, but he resisted. "Mags, come on." Did she not think it had been a mistake? A really stupid mistake that wouldn't have happened if they hadn't been drunk?
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 21:12:41 GMT -5
She didn't say anything, just took Ginger off his lap and set her on the floor.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 21:16:43 GMT -5
"Okay... I'll just, uh, leave you alone then," he said softly, getting off the bed and heading toward the door.
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 21:19:31 GMT -5
She sighed. "Mike...Mike, you don't need to leave."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 21:22:14 GMT -5
He stopped walking, though he didn't turn around. "Well, I can't seem to say anything right, so..."
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 21:25:56 GMT -5
She brushed a hand through her hair. "Mike, I'm sorry. I'm just...I don't feel well, and I'm tired."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 21:28:40 GMT -5
"You should get some rest, then. I'll still be here when you wake up." No doubt he would say even more stupid things. What was he going to do with himself?
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 21:31:24 GMT -5
"Mike..." she sighed, giving him a sad look. "Mike, please stay. I feel like we haven't--things haven't been the same..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 21:48:29 GMT -5
He turned around, though now he was even more ashamed. He did feel like he'd been grumpier than usual. And he'd been taking some of it out on her. Even though this whole thing was his fault. "Maggie, I...I just...I don't know."
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 21:55:32 GMT -5
She looked at him sadly. "Do you--do you not...not want me anymore...?" They hadn't been intimate with each other since she'd found out she was pregnant. And they'd been a little...awkward with each other.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 21:58:22 GMT -5
He quickly walked back to her bed, sitting down and taking her shoulders in his hands. "No, no, no. That's not it. Of course I still want you." Now he felt even worse for making her think that. "God, I'm such a screw-up," he muttered, feeling a lump forming in his throat.
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 22:00:46 GMT -5
She looked at him, putting her hands to his chest. "You're not, Mike. You're not a screw up."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 11, 2011 22:07:10 GMT -5
He shook his head. "Maggie, you're wrong. I am. First I put you in this situation, then I make you think I don't want you anymore... What kind of guy does that?!"
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Post by Script on Dec 11, 2011 22:11:29 GMT -5
She put her hand to his arm. "Mike, honey. You have to stop blaming yourself. We--we need to be together in this..."
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