[TWP] Prompt Set 5: Overcook

She burned the toast.

It was something she would've laughed off any other day. It was just toast. Slices of bread. You don't have a breakdown over burned toast anymore than you cry over spilled milk. You throw the four blackened slices away, you remember to turn the dial down, and you make more. You make jokes about the smell. You laugh it off, and you go back to making waffles. It's no big deal. You don't, as a general rule, sink to the kitchen floor and burst into a fit of hormonally charged tears.

She was having a child and she couldn't even make breakfast without burning the damned toast. Her grandmother had never burned the toast, or anything else for that matter. A good mother didn't burn things they tried to cook. They make breakfast, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the cut off perfectly, and the perfect comfort food when their child was sick or upset, and they know how to nurture and when to be firm and they always, always keep them safe.

And she couldn't even make toast.

And she couldn't stop crying.

Yeah. Everything was gonna be just fucking fine.

I like distractions

( Girl Scout cookie )

Dear God, I could eat my weight in those things.

( Communication )

...Why is there a reindeer in the picture?

(no subject)

They're just words. It shouldn't be so hard to figure out how to string them together. I can speak English. And Spanish. Fluently. It shouldn't be this hard to just pick a language and say it.

I need you to know that we'll be okay, together we can make it (rp for <lj site="livejournal.com" us

She had no idea what she was going to say. 'Just spit it out' sounded lovely and all, but it was much, much easier advised than put into practice. She sat curled up on the farthest end of the couch, Ruhun at her feet and Irina laying quietly at her side, a throw pillow clutched to her chest like a shield, a piece of armor. Her stomach churned in ways that she was sure had more to do with nerves than any sort of pregnancy related sickness...though her sudden aversion to Julian's aftershave disturbed her quite a bit. It just kept getting more and more real. She'd like to have told herself that it was all in her head, but she didn't see much point in self-deluding. Part of her knew. She didn't need a doctor to confirm it.

Now she just had to face the music and tell her fiance they were going to be parents.