Hnnngh!! The scented fabricsoftener stung in her nose as she tried pulling the heavy load out of the machine. Had it been this heavy all along? Didn't the spin work properly? Didn't it pump the water out anymore?! Did she have to buy a new one?!!! Maybe that's why the fabricsoftener was making her feel sick to her stomach, because it never had before! Maybe she was just getting weaker every day, because it sure felt like it! Still pulling at the load, Aino bit back tears, because she didn't have time, and she couldn't afford a new one now! She had to get to work in a few hours, and there was so much to be done! And this place was dirty!
Hanging limp in the cold sunlight, water dripped onto the ground from the clothes. The morning traffick drowned out any potential sound of the drops splashing against the lawn. Aino wished she had a drier. Why didn't she? Because they were expensive! Why was it so warm when it was supposed to be winter? She was sweating all the time, and she wanted it to be snowy! Grabbing a rake, she started hitting the dried up old lawn, ripping up piles of dirt instead the one renegade leaf she was sure she'd seen. Gulping away a sore lump in her throat, a sudden chill breeze was cold against her sweaty chest. She was always so sweaty!
And in love, she was really in love. Not to mention frisky, and warm. Really warm... and in love.
Are you okay? She kissed him again, answering: I'm fine, I'm fine. Why was he asking? Didn't she seem fine? The place smelled like dog, and it made her a bit nasceous.
The soft soles of the shoes barely made a sound when jogging over the old bridge. Cars ran over it, so she wasn't worried about it not managing her weight. But what if she fell through, and hit the cold waters in the river? That would've been a sweet feeling, having icy waters surrounding her body because she was warm and sweaty! Winter was supposed to progress, but the embarassing ammount of snow was gone before most sims were even up in the morning. It should've been cold now, instead she was sweating at 5.30 in the morning! In the winter! And why wasn't she tired anymore?
As the round was finished, she ran as fast as she could back home. A sudden urge had struck her and she had to do it before work. Whipping up a batch of homemade cookies, she ate them before they even got cold. Still soft and warm in the middle, her mouth actually watered when taking another bite. Maybe she was ill? Maybe she'd gotten some nasty parasite that was eating her intestines? Not likely, but what if?
Wolfing down the entire batch, she'd happily take a parasite now. Because even the ammount of jogging she did wouldn't keep her from gaining weight with everything she'd been eating lately. But she was just so hungry!
And really, really in love, and frisky... She was glad he'd asked if she'd wanted to go to the gym with him. Even if she could've sworn he didn't care about going to gyms. But maybe he'd had a change or heart? Maybe gyms weren't so bad, even if they didn't get a lot of workout done. But no one said anything, so it was probably fine. But she was so tired again, so very tired...
And hungry... for spaghetti. A gift to simkind! It was so good, it made her mouth water. With lots and lots of ketchup! She liked cold spaghetti to, especially if it had been boiled in vegetable stock; it was something about that sweet taste together with the soft rubberlike cold spaghetti that made her hungry. But warm spaghetti was even better, covered in a thick, rich ketchup that tasted strongly of tomatoes and not purèe. She should make some more, together with a thick sauce filled with oregano and garlic.. and whole peppers. And ketchup! Because everything was better with ketchup!
Well, not everything was better with ketchup. Though, she hadn't tried... wonder if he'd be willing to... stop that! She liked the nerdshop, especially because they were a bit hidden from view. He tasted a bit of strawberries. Mmm... strawberries. Aino liked strawberries. Didn't he smell a bit of honey? She was getting hungry again. She liked kissing, and strawberries, and honey.
Oh! And pancakes, pancakes with whipped cream and fresh fruits. She had to have pancakes! Every day, several times a day! Nothing beat a good, strong breakfast. The entire house smelled sweetly of grease and cream, the cats circling her legs in a manner that would scare bloodthirsty sharks. Cats weren't supposed to have cream, but they were so cute when they got it on their little noses! But she loved her cats, and pancakes...
.... and Daniel, she loved Daniel. As long as he stayed away from her pancakes that was. Her pancakes! He didn't even try to get a hold of them, he just shrugged a bit and got some coffe instead. Didn't he eat in the mornings?! Not that she was unhappy, because that just meant there wouldn't be a fight for the pancakes. She didn't like fighting.
To think she'd actually been worried gaining weight with all that food- consumption. Aino had started spending more time over the toilet than on it; loosing meal after meal, and even sometimes when she didn't have a meal to loose. Well, it did explain why she was so warm and hungry. But not the friskiness.
It had to be something she ate, right? It couldn't be anything else. This eat and purge thing was not good for her. She kept trying to cut back on the food, but then she saw some moving commercial and got upset; then she got hungry again! And it tasted so good; for a while atleast; she just kept changing what made her sick to her stomach and what tasted good. It was all the eating she did, it had to be.
One positive thing with dogs over cats, were that you couldn't sneak away from going outside. As winter finally lay it's white serenity over the surroundings, the temperatures dropped a little. The important thing beeing the placebo- effect of looking a lot colder than it was: You should meet my parents.
Bellas loud, soft barks echoed through the landscape, another dog far away took it's time answering. No one payed to much attention at Max' happy slobbering over a ball noone had any idea where came from: Aino, we've been together for a while now, and it's about time you meet. He'd told them about her ofcourse, and showed pictures. But it was far from the same as meeting in the flesh. He clearled his throat a bit: With you beeing pregnant, it's not something we can avoid. They were going to be crazy grandparents. If they lived long enough that was.
Another one of Bellas barks wipped throught the snow, only to get an answer by another unknown dog: I'm not pregnant! I'm just bigboned! She didn't want to be pregnant! She couldn't be pregnant, because it wasn't fair!
Daniel didn't notice what he answered before it slipped out of his mouth: It's that the stomach bone then? Because that's the only thing that's growing on you. He managed to stop himself before the comments about hips and breasts fell out to.
My stomach isn't growing! It was a coincidence that her clothes was getting tighter with all the throwing up: Stop laughing at me!!
I'm not laughing, he laughed: You eat everything you can get your hands on, get sick over nothing and what it is changes every day. You cry all the time, and you can't keep your hands off me. Not that he was complaining.
You're pregnant. He was far from an expert in pregnancies, but when his mum and dad started hinting, he'd kind of seen it. And her cheeks and jaws was already getting that telling roundness. When her clothes was getting tighter over the belly, it wasn't any point ignoring it anymore.
I'm not! The problem is that you're so full of yourself that you think you have magic sperm!! She started crying instead.
That didn't make any sense, and it was a bit gross. Still, certain things was best left unsaid. He wasn't sure if he could break pregnant women either, so best playing it safe: I'm sorry... please don't cry. Daniel felt guilty whenever she cried, even when he hadn't done anything.
Carefully getting closer, he stroker her hair a bit; watching as the white snowflakes landed on the dark red background. Kissing her forehead, he ended up doing what he always did: I'm sorry. You're not pregnant, okay? But can you please take a pregnancy test just so I can tell my parents? He really appologized a lot.
Sniffing an extra time, Aino was done crying almost as soon as she started: Okay. What could be the harm? She couldn't be pregnant, because it wasn't fair; it just wouldn't be fair.
And you should still meet my parents. Damnit! That was so unfair!
Nononononono! She didn't want to do this! She wanted to go home to her cats! Like parents weren't bad enough, his brother and sister were there to- with their respective other! Her legs were aching for running away, but those damned slippery heels she wore would make her fall, break her neck and die! Why couldn't they be a tiny family like her and dad??! His mum was going to hate her! Mother in laws were the worst! She barely noticed him giving her hand a gentle squeeze, before opening the door. Nooooo!
Hey... It didn't smell like old sims did; it smelled clean and fresh mixed with a little to heavy perfume. Wonder who was using the perfume; it smelled like a ladies one. It didn't help that the livingroom already was full of sims; and she couldn't even remember their names! He'd just told her before they entered, and she'd already forgot! And why was that woman staring at her? Was it the way she dressed? Maybe she knew...
Her thoughts were luckily interrupted by Daniel. She felt his warm breath on her neck, and the toothpaste on his breath as he whispered: Angela, the football- playing sister whom was very pregnant by the look of it. They looked a bit alike actually: Henning, her boyfriend, Andrew and Jorun. The last two beeing the brother and his girlfriend. Then he said dryly, to the audience: Please, just stay seated... no point in beeing polite or anything.
Daniel! That had to be his mum! Only mums could say a name and make it come off as an order! She wanted to go home, she didn't want to be here! She tried breathing calmly, but it was so difficult. His mum was going to hate her! They always blamed the girlfriend for the sons shenanigans! She'd seen that in movies, so it was probably right!! Aino hid behind him, hoping to avoid confrontation. The only thing that went through her mind was her own mothers consuming presence, so overwhelming that it alone could fill an entire palace.
Shit... she heard him mumble it to himself, before talking pretty normal again: Hey mum. That was his mum? Wow, she didn't look like she'd thought at all. Not that she was sure what she'd been thinking, but the old lady was nowwhere near as consuming as Skuld: Is that a way to talk to our guests?
No mum... at the moment he reminded more of a teenager pretending not to be embarassed: Mum this is my girlfriend Aino. Aino, this is mum. No one introduced their parents with their names for some reason. He'd told her what it was, but she'd almost forgotten her own.
She was a lot older than she's assumed. His mum looked like a real grandmother. Not like a dusty old one though, but like the type that had managed to shrink abit as age had crept up. Aino had never had a grandmother before, but she was pretty sure this was how they were ideally supposed to look: Old, but stylish.
Changing attitude immideately, she said: It's nice to finally meet you Aino. You have to excuse my son, he tends to forget that not everything is about him all the time- but he is the baby of the family... and a bit spoiled at that.
Did Daniel actually blush: And if he doesn't behave nicely, I'm pulling out the baby pictures. We have a few nice ones of him bathing and eating... Oh yeah, he was blushing alright. Few thing were as embarassing as beeing put in place by your mother, especially when you were supposed to be a grownup.
I kind of want to see babypictures. Because she could tease him about it afterwards.
Well, maybe later on sweetheart. I'm going to help my husband a bit in the kitchen first.
I'd love you help out, mrs Wong... No. She shouldn't have asked that. Now the mum was going to think she thought she was better than them, and that she didn't trust they could cook without her help! And she'd called her mrs! Now she was going to think she thought she was old! Which she did think!
Instead the mum smiled: Well, aren't you a lovely one. It's sweet of you, but Eric is very protective of his kitchen. You children just stay here and let us fix this. And please, call me Grace.
Okay... Well, this was weird. But atleast she'd figured out who wore the perfume she'd been noticing.
Wait, was that a cat? They had a cat?! Why hadn't anyone told her there was a cat present?
Hello beautiful.... the cat sat washing itself without anyone giving it any attention. So why weren't they?
Aino walked up to the cat, to pick it up. It was so cute! She loved cats! Jorun startet talking hysterically: Don't touch it! It's been attacking everyone here! Careful!! Don't...
What? Why was everyone staring at her? It was just a cat, and it was a really cute one. What a silly thing to say about a cute little kitty.
Well, I'll be damned... It's like you've performed a catsorsism. Grace had never seen anything stranger in her life, that cat was viscious! It had attacked her, her husband, chased the mailman, the paperkid and the neighbours dogs- Now it was like a different animal. She'd heard her son say she was a crazy catlady, but she didn't think it actually meant she was part cat.
Aino couldn't remember when she'd last sat at a table with that many sims around. The talk went lightly, but she didn't paticipate. The significant others didn't talk a lot either, but atleast it was a bit more than her. As most families the chatting went about daily businesses, childhoods, old familyfriends and other things she hadn't been a part of. For now, she did her best to focus on eating properly, but rice kept falling off the fork, plopping down on the plate below. She was just waiting for it to fall into her lap. That would be so embarassing- and she didn't want to embarassed herself, more than she'd already done. And then she had to pretend that she wasn't trying hard to eat properly- she swallowed another lump in her throat. Atleast the old man was a good cook, just like her own dad.
Did she eat faster than the rest? Slower? Even as she tried her best focusing on eating, Daniels dad, Eric, kept taking her attention. He wasn't talking that much, seeming quite powerless compared to the mother, even if they had to be around the same age. No wonder Daniel always seemed so worried; his dad was ill and probably didn't have a very long time to live. It was a horrible thing to think, but she'd known as soon as she saw him. From the small glances the rest kept sending his way; they knew to.
As much as she tried not staring, and at the same time eating properly and paying attention to the chatter; Angela was more than happy to help her: So how far are you along?
Aino coughed when a bit of food nearly went down the wrong pipe: I... I don't... How the hell was it that everyone noticed she was pregnant! She didn't want anyone to know. She didn't even want to know herself. Damn that man for getting her to take a pregnancy test.
Was it supposed to be a secret? That couldn't be it, because her brother had phoned her and told; he'd told everyone. Maybe he had told her not to mention it? How was she supposed to remember that, she had pregnancy brain.
You getting married now then, Dannyboy? His brother was quick to jump in; kidbrothers were made to tease. Didn't seem like Dannyboy liked the idea by the look of things. Aino agreed with him, she wasn't very keen on marriage either. Not just because she didn't want things to end up like for mum and dad, but because she had a parasite in her abdomen. Why did everyone have to keep bringing it up.
When are you getting us grandchildren then, Andrew? Grace was a typical grandmother. With two grandchildren on the way, she was allowed to want another one. That was so not greedy.
How about never?
Looks like you're in deep shit now, Andy. Daniel tried not to laugh at his idiot- brother. She'd never let him hear the end of it.
Daniel, watch your language. His dad tried reprimanding the baby of the family to, but by the sound of it, he'd given up a long time ago. Atleast it kept Grace of his back. Aino didn't care. She'd seen something next to her, a soft little thing that snook around her feet. A pair of ears was barely noticable at the tables edge. Carefully picking a piece of meat from the plate, she hoped the cat got what she was thinking. She felt so clever!
Now her and the cat had a little secret. Hopefully no one noticed...
So, tell me Aino, Andrew figured a little revenge was perfect, for his brother getting him in trouble with both his mum and girlfriend. It was his brothers fault ofcourse, not his own: Has Dannyboy shared how our parents met? And with all the other times he'd gotten him in trouble, it was even more than fitting. Couldn't do anything like that to his sister ofcourse, because she was just scary.
No.... Why would he tell her that? They'd probably just met through friends or something, like most sims did.
Really? That grin just looked more smug than a cat that cornered a mouse.
Now that is a shame... Well, it was technically his brothers own fault for telling him that his girlfriend was a sucker for the romantic stuff! What was a bigbrother supposed to do with information like that? Besides, he'd done that to him more than once: Well, well...
Dannyboy... It's such a sweet story, and you don't tell your girlfriend... tsk tsk... Clenching his teeth together, Daniel would never stop wondering why he told his brother anything. Though, he did kind of do stuff like this against him: That's a ...great idea Andy.
I know... Why don't we clean up a bit and let mum and dad tell, huh? That way he could get away from Joruns angry stares a bit to. Why did Danny always get him in trouble? He always had!
And maybe later we can look at babypictures of you? Damned bigbrothers...
Well, it's nothing special about it, really. Eric said: We just met when we were about...
... six. Grace finished the scentence for him, that was so sweet. Aino tried not to gush already, but old sims that had been together for their entire lives was so adorable: Yeah, six. I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, with a blue ribbon in her hair and a matching dress. She was standing alone and crying. So I just went and asked her what was wrong...
I couldn't find my mum. I was a little mommas girl. So... kind of like her own sons that was...
Behind her, Angela rolled her eyes at them. How many times did she have to hear about this? It wasn't cute! It was annoying: I just sat with her and waited until her mum came back. Aaw! That was the sweetest thing she'd ever heard! Aino wished she'd met someone as a kid like that, but she hadn't: When her mum came back, Grace kissed me on the cheek. And I knew that this was the girl I was going to marry.
But then you went abroad. Like a lot of old sims they were running wild with the timeline: Then I went abroad to train with some of the best chefs in the world- Aino assumed they'd been teenagers or something then, or young adults.
Grace kept on talking; either she ignored her daughters eyerolls, or didn't notice. It was probably the first: We wrote eachother every day. But one day he'd just stopped writing.
I hadn't stopped though, I kept getting the mail back. She'd given me the wrong adresse. What? Wrong adresse? They must have moved or something then. Old sims and trying to get their details together wasn't always a good thing. But it beat those that tried getting the smallest details clear; like what day it was
But I didn't know that...
No, you didn't know that. So she thought something had happened.
So one day I walked back from work, she stood outside with a blue ribbon in her hair, and a blue dress. The way he looked at her was sooo adorable. For a second Aino worried that she'd start to outright cry, instead if just getting teary eyed.
I did, had to make sure you recognized me... The man was oblivious to things that were straight under his nose after all. From what she got, guys hadn't changed since she was young either.
Anyway, I proposed there and then and we've been together ever since. It's always been Grace for me...
Daniel heard his girlfriend gush in the background: That is so sweet... knowing all to well that she was a sucker for this, Daniel growled at his brother: I hate you.
This is called payback, Dannyboy. For every time you've done the same to me, and for getting me in trouble now. How did he do that anyway?! It had to be a gift of sort. Kind of like how he was able to "help with the dishes", yet he just stood right next to him, and he did all the work. Things had been so much easier as kids, because then they could just punch eachother- get grounded and that way avoid doing chores
But this time it was him; that was different. Daniel didn't notice if his brother got in trouble: That's what happens when you drag every woman you meet back to meet us.
Atleast I drag someone back. Was about time you did the same thing.
I can't drag every woman I meet back here. I can't even remember their names. He whispered, his brother was such an idiot: You don't have to. It's to shut our parents up so they'll leave us alone. Everything was fine now that Angies pregnant, then you had to go and ruin everything,
What? What had he done this time? Big brothers were idiots.
Yeah! Now they're nagging me about grankids to! Andrew didn't get why everyone bothered him, they were getting two grandkids pretty much at the same time. Why did they want one more: How far alonge is she?
Daniel had tried talking about it with Aino, but she always avoided the subject: It probably happened at spookyday. We were out of protection. So much for staying careful, but she'd been so cute with the little ears and all.
His stupid brother rolled his eyes at him: Why am I not surprised that it was an accident.
It wasn't. he whispered: We were careful. She just keeps changing her mind about it.
And you stop beeing careful then, because? Why did anyone actually take that chance? Andrew had never done anything like that in his entire life! Well, maybe a few times, but that was different.
Have you fucking seen her?!
Sometimes Andrew wondered if his kid- brother was secretly blond. Though he got why he had problems remembering things around naked women: Dannyboy. It's not a dog. It is someone that you are going to have responsibility for for the rest of your life.
Letting it sink in, he continued: You, Dannyboy, are going to have a baby. You are going to be a father. Do you understand that? Let that sink in for a bit. You are a grown up now. You will be a rolemodel. Did this mean he had to start treating his stupid kid- brother as a grown up? Because that wasn't going to happen.
The rest had already left, leaving the two of them with the cleaning. But the place had a dishwasher, so it was just a matter of rinsing the plates before putting them in; and a few items that had to be handwashed. And as long as Andy did it, he was more than happy. Daniel got that he would be a father, but the reality of it didn't sink in. Not due to denial, but he didn't have kids so he had no idea what to expect: I know. He looked at his girlfriend: We both work, we have homes. We have a great relationship. Everything is going to be fine. Everyone else makes it work, so will we.
Daniel kept looking at Aino, knowing that she was wondering what they were talking about. He tried to stop smiling, but it was difficult. He was going to be a dad, the two of them was going to have a baby together. She hadn't left with the others, probably because she didn't know what to talk with them about.
Dannyboy... Andrew ruined his moment
Yes Andy?
Nice. What the hell did any woman see in his kid- brother? He'd never get it.
They were still chatting; they chatted a lot together. Maybe that was normal for families? Unlike what Daniel thought, Aino had heard most of the conversation between the brothers. She'd also calculated spookyday as day the baby was conceived.
His family was so sweet, she really wanted to be a part of them. They were so nice, even when they were bickering it was done with love. She didn't want to think about spookyday; she didn't like spookyday. Why did these things always happen to her? Was it revenge for her mothers actions? Or was it because she had participated? Maybe it was all a strange coincidence?
If she didn't do as he told, he was going to tell her boyfriend about mum. But he already knew. It didn't matter what she called it, because he'd call it cheating anyway. She'd cheated, and now she was pregnant. She had done her best not to think about it, but she had to. There was no way she could hide who the father was. Daniel was dark in both hair and eyes, and Kol was blond and blueeyed. Their features wasn't even remotely similar.
And she didn't want to end it, because she'd written mum and told her she was going to be a grandmother. Mum wanted to be a grandmother. Why couldn't she just stop thinking about her? Her boyfriend wanted mum to die so he could dance on her grave. For a reason she found the thought funny, because Daniel had two left feet and would just end up hurting himself if he ever tried dancing.
When she'd given birth, they'd all know. They'd all know she had another man inside her and carried his baby; all the time keeping her boyfriend; their familymember for a fool. She'd tricked him, and them. But, she couldn't fight, because then someone might see. And then she'd had to tell. And now it didn't matter, because since she hadn't fought and had no wounds to show, no one would believe her anyway. She hadn't known, that he knew about mum, and then it was to late; now it was to late.
His arm was so heavy around her shoulder, and was there some suspicion on his face? No, she couldn't see anything. He looked so happy. Why did he have to be so happy about it? He'd even tried to talk to her about moving in together. It would have been so much easier if he wasn't so excited about the pregnancy. Did he notice how her heart raced in her chest now? Would it be the last tell tale sign? She felt sick, sometimes she could smell Kol on her, and it made her feel sick: I have to throw up. That was a good thing about beeing pregnant atleast.
It wasn't all a trick from her part, because she was honestly feeling sick. She hated throwing up, because then she had close contact with the toilet, and toilets were gross and dirty. Wonder how many germs was on one. Atleast the bathroom both looked and smelled clean, but for now the smell just made her feel even worse.
What was she going to do? Well, she knew what she should do, because there were no other options. But she really didn't want to, since the outcome would be the same either way. He was going to kill her. And that was just Daniel, he was going to kill her when she figured it out. But if he killed her, atleast Kol couldn't. Because then she'd already be dead. If Kol learned she was pregnant with his kid... she didn't even want to think about what he'd do. Why hadn't she just aborted it? Though she knew it hadn't been an option- because mum wanted to be a grandmother.
Leaning her head against her arms, doing her very best not to obsess about the ammount of germs on the toilet, her mind was still spinning. No, when Daniel figured out she'd cheated, he'd beat her senseless. When he understood the baby wasn't his, then he'd kill her.
Kol would wait until the baby was born; then he'd get visitationrights. And when the baby got older, he'd turn it against her and her kid would hate her. One day, the kid would see through Kol, and then he'd kill the kid. Frankly he wasn't nice enough to kill both her and the baby at the same time. He'd wait until the baby knew it was alive as he'd never see the point in removing a fetus. That was harmless after all. And she couldn't refuse baby meeting the dad, because the law was rather clear in that department.
Hey mum-to-be... he sounded so sweet: Think it's time for us to go back home, don't you agree? Can't have you staying in here forever. Wonder how long he'd stood there, looking at her hanging over the toilet like this. She'd have to boil herself to get rid of all the poop- germs. Spitting out the rest in the toilet bowl, Aino talked still with her head down there: I have to tell you something
It can probably wait.
No. I have to tell you now! He really didn't like when she was freaking out. It was probably nothing this time either. But he humoured her, after all; her stresslevels affected the baby: Okay...
Helping her up from the toiletbowl, he wondered why she was freaking out again: Are you going to... He was never able to finish, before she interrupted, her voice echoing in the bathroom: I cheated. On spookyday, I cheated. I wasn't upstairs because I got scared, I was there because I cheated. He completely froze, neither blinking or breathing.
I cheated on you. I went with your tickets, together with you, walked upstairs and I was with another man. And now I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant with the man I cheated with. Was he going to start blinking again? I cheated.. with someone else, a man none the less. I cheat...
I HEARD! He barked out, making her stop the babbling. She hadn't really noticed how warm the house was- or the stinging lights that made it hard for her to look at him. That was the reason why she kept looking away.
He still hadn't blinked, and his arms were shaking with anger: Who was it? he hissed it so low that she barely heard him: It's not important... I'm the one that..
Who was it?! A bit louder this time: Was it fishface? Was it that fucking fatarsed piece of SHIT? She jumped when he shouted, and calmed down again. But she didn't know who he was talking about, barely who he was yelling at. But he was very angry, for a very good reason: why?!
There's no reason, she whispered: there's no reason... none at all. I just...
This would've been a lot easier if he'd just beaten her. But he just kept staring at her like she was the most repulsive thing he'd ever seen, and she had no idea what went on in his head. Why did he even care who it was with, she's the one that had done it: I didn't want... she tried to start, but what was she supposed to say? That she didn't want him to tell Daniel that her mum was a murderer, when he already knew? Why hadn't she just told earlier?
Maybe she should just start doing the opposite of what her gut told her. Though, that had never ended well either. She was still whispering: I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I didn't want....
You didn't want what? he interrupted her: You didn't want me to find out? You didn't want to tell? You didn't want me to get hurt? What? That doesn't make any fucking sense! You did want, or you wouldn't have fucking done it!
Pushing her out the door, he started rubbing his eyes: Get away from me. Just... just get the fuck away from me. He'd lost a lot of the strength in his voice, seeming more tired than angry for a second. Ofcourse she didn't move, since he told her to leave.
I'm so sorry. Aino didn't really want to leave, but she wanted to leave; her feet aching to get away, whilst the arms wanted to cling to him. He had to hate her now, even if she wanted to beg him to forgive her; to let her explain. But what was she supposed to say when she barely had the language to say anything? She still wasn't sure what was happening.
Just get out. He spit it out, whilst clawing the wall: Get out! I don't want to see you again!
Ian pulled his little baby close. She was pregnant, but hadn't said anything. And she'd broken up with a boyfriend he didn't knew she had, because she was pregnant with another man. His little baby was hurting; Can I stay here tonight dad? His babygirl sobbed on his shoulder.
Ofcourse you can Aino. You're always welcome. He didn't care about some bloke he'd never met before, but his little girl was crying. And when she was sad, he was sad. Even if blokeguy had a good reason to break up with her, it didn't change the fact that his baby was hurting. What a dipshit.
Aino might be hurting, but there was someone who would never leave her no matter how much she screwed up; cats. Because cats always loved her, and she loved them
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pose: extraordinair, skylar, fierce,sunny, ag, fiyachii etc etc....
And I know the "cute story" wasn't really cute; it wasn't supposed to be. It was just to show how easily Aino gets gushing about everything. I keep forgetting that she's supposed to be romantic.
This is really difficult to write- that whole.... what's it called again? Feelings? Was that it? Well, it's difficult to write about. And I have lots of school to, so there's little time to work a lot on it. Sorry about that. Hopefully you'll survive.
thanks for reading
