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

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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.

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Baileigh's meltdown over the toast had been...worrisome, but they'd both been under a great deal of stress the past few weeks, he figured. The vacation was going to be good, just get away, spend some time together. No more crying in showers or over toast. Why he needed a second shower when all he'd done since his last one was email a few clients about putting jobs on hold until March, he wasn't sure, but he didn't argue, taking another and happily not putting on aftershave again, since they were in for the night.

Pulling on jeans of all things and a sweater and a pair of socks, hair still wet, he came downstairs. Julian paused in the living room door to watch her, the way she was curled up, the puppy and Ruhun and the general air of nervousness. His stomach clenched and it felt like his heart dropped. She wanted to talk. She looked like, quite possibly, the world was going to end. She'd been crying. She'd given up Slaying...and now she was upset. He'd asked too much of her somehow and there was only one conclusion.

She was leaving.

He tried to steel himself for it, moving to sit next to her, or as next to her as he could be with Irina there. Teeth worrying at his lower lip for a moment, he watched her, then arched one eyebrow. "So...what is it you need to say?" Best to just get it over with, he supposed.