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

[deep_red_bells]

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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"I will be. No...going off to do anything. Just...talking." And probably getting royally drunk. "I'll see you later...I love you."

And then he was retreating, fast, needing out of there, fresh air, something where he could make himself breathe again.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

"I love you too," she called to his retreating form, hoping he really meant that, that he just needed to talk, not go do something stupid. Again.