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Post by Paul Lahote on May 31, 2009 23:44:09 GMT -5
Sort of? How does one sort of have a baby? "Wait . . . what?" He was so confused. "So we aren't having a baby? How can we sort of have a baby? I don't get it. Are we, or aren't we having one? A baby . . . what the hell is sort of a baby? A sort of baby? That doesn't make any sense . . . I don't get it!" Paul was rambling. The first stage was shock, now he was frazzled and rambly. He couldn't help it. Maybe the shock stage of it wasn't over.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on May 31, 2009 23:57:04 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] "Are are having a baby." Sort of. She added mentally. "I will explain everything, I promise Paul but you need to be ready to hear it, because it's allot." She wanted to him to be happy, but she also knew she her self was shocked, before becoming happy. "Your going to need to brace your self." She added on softly and ran her fingers in his short hair. She wanted to ask him a million questions but would let him think. "Do you want anything, some water?" She offered again to try to help him. "Another hug?" [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 1, 2009 0:09:35 GMT -5
Was there more? How much more? Paul felt his head spinning. He still hadn't fully grasped the fact that she was carrying a little baby in her. Something that they had made together . . . one night! It was just one night! What were the chances?! He did not want to ask, because he was afraid Rachael would go on about probabilities and that was not going to help him any. He just sat there, staring at the wall blankly, though he could hear her and he was responsive. "I need . . . yeah, I need some water. I need something stronger than water, but water is good for now." Alcohol would not make this any more real. He wondered how he would feel once past the shock. He hoped it was happiness; was Rachael really ready for this though? Was he ready for this? "Maybe another hug too," he said pitifully.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 1, 2009 0:51:29 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] Rachael was about to get up when Paul asked for another hug. Sh paused for a half second before wrapping her arms around him as tight as she could. (She was NOT worried about hurting him). She buried her face in his neck and just held on. If he felt like he was drowning in the shock, she would let him know with actions, rather then words, that she would keep him afloat. "It's ok, Paul. You don't have to do anything your not ready to do." [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 1, 2009 0:55:45 GMT -5
Not being in this baby's life was not an option for him. Whether he was ready or not . . . he would have to make himself ready. He put his arms around her, knowing that while she did not have to worry about her strength, he had to worry about his. He tried not to hold her too tightly. He kissed her cheek, feeling a bit better, though perhaps the shock was going to re-emerge once the word was said again . . . baby. Yup. There was the shock. Even thinking about the word created a shocked reaction. "I am going to make myself ready," he told her. He would have to reassure her that he would help her and their baby . . . their baby. They were having a baby.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 1, 2009 11:32:22 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] "You don't have to force it out, you have time to adjust to everything!" She told him, "Just--" She stopped speaking when tears came to her eyes. Stress always made her cry, if she was mad, sad, glad, she cried. Pulling away slightly so she could look into his face she took his hand and put it over her belly. It might make the shock worse, or it might help, but there it was. "Just know, that we-all of us-love you." All of use, not both of us. Because both meant two, and Paul might not know it yet, but he had three people in his lap. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 1, 2009 12:00:00 GMT -5
Oh no! She was crying. Paul assumed it was the hormones thing . . . were pregnant women more hormonal and emotional? Paul knew nothing about pregnancies, he was going to have to read some books. He looked down at his hand . . . on her belly . . . on their baby. Their baby. "All of us? Its not like you're giving birth to an army." He was trying to lighten the mood, but it resulted in him not cluing in by what she meant when she said 'all of us'. He was still on shock. He just stared at his hand. "How much time? I don't have time. I need to figure things out! I need to . . . and that . . . money . . . and, a room . . . and . . . oh, and then there's that. Right, and all that. Oh, and the working . . . the jobs . . . I have to cut back. No, I need to get more." His mind was going in a million different places, and the joy of having a baby had not quite sunk in. He was just thinking about the 'responsibilities' associated with it and the changes that were going to have to be made.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 1, 2009 12:05:47 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] When he said the 'joke' about the army she gave a nervous laugh, but ti was cut short to his next ramblings. "Paul! just for today don't think about anything else, but this. Don't worry about jobs, or rooms, or anything. Just think about you, and the ba--fatherhood your joining." She had almost said babies. She knew it was time to shock him more. "Do you remember the egg project we did, in high school. . . . were you tossed the babies in the air, and then broke them?" She ended it with a joke, trying to lighten the mood for her news. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 1, 2009 17:11:46 GMT -5
Fatherhood. He was going to be a FATHER! A dad. There was going to be a child who called him dad. Each word related to the baby was making Paul's head spin more and more -- did she just talk about eggs? "Yeah, wait . . . what? What are you getting at? Is the baby broken? Eggs. I don't get it. What about eggs?" He was so utterly confused. He was not connecting anything she was saying, nor could he so easily brush off all of the adjustments he was going to have to make in his life once the baby . . . once their baby came. "I can't think about anything else. We need eggs!" -- What? -- "We need money, and rooms, and space, and diapers." Paul was just rambling.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 2, 2009 0:40:18 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] "Paul!" Rachael said as he went on and on and on and on. She put one hand on each shoulder and (tried to) shake him. "Paul, Paul!" She dropped her hands. "Just don't worry about it. We will be fine! No worries, k?" She kissed his forehead. He was SO not ready to hear the twins thing. "I am going to make you some supper, something filling and wonderful! I promise!"
She got up and walked to the kitchen, pausing only to glance back at him, with a very worried expression on her face. She didn't want him to know she was worried. She would have to be make sure he didn't know when she was worrying about things, since he seemed to be taking it all hard. Rachael walked over to the stove, and turned it on, then looked for the streaks they have been saving for another day and got them out. He was going to need a good meal. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 2, 2009 0:45:45 GMT -5
Food. Food was always good. Paul would never turn down a free meal, though the shock of the fact that they were having a child was enough to turn his appetite. That was of course until he smelled the meal she would be cooking. Mmm . . . food. They were going to have a baby! He should be more helpful, but he felt frozen in place, as if his legs would not allow him to move and his entire body was numb.
"Need, any . . . help?" He asked from the couch, trying to be more interactive rather than just sit there like a couch potato, which is what he felt like. "You . . . feeling too nauseous to cook or anything?" Morning sickness! What if she really was not well?! Paul needed to get over the shock so that he could start properly taking care of Rachael.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 2, 2009 0:54:35 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] "No, no, I have it all under control!" She was putting the steaks into pans and covering them with sauce in order to bake in the flavor for a few mins, then put them on the make shift grill she would plug in. "Just relax there Paul!" She hoped he was calming down some, but wasn't going to hit him up with to much more information until he was handling the handled information better. "It shouldn't take but 20 m ins or so! Just relax!" [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 2, 2009 11:35:22 GMT -5
Relax? How could he relax? He just found out he's going to be a father. His dad was a father . . . his dad was old . . . Paul was going to have to act that old . . . the days of his youth were gone. He needed a job. For some reason, the necessity for a job was the one thing that stuck in Paul's mind. They were not poor, but it cost money to have a baby . . . to take care of a baby . . . and what about patrolling? Could he still do that? Did Rachael want him to stop phasing so that he could spend more time with his child?!? Did she? Would she? Paul felt his head spinning even faster.
He looked down at Murtaugh who was panting and wagging his tail. "We're having a baby," he told the dog who probably had no idea what was going on. "You good with kids? Cause I sure ain't." Paul was going crazy.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 2, 2009 16:03:42 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] Rachael heard him talking and walked into the next room to see what he said and paused when she saw him talking to the dog. Worried about the news of 'Oh not A baby, but two babies' would do to him, she just silently walked back to finish cooking some rice, and bread to go along with it. She wished she could call Emily or something, SOMEONE with who she could ask about this with and work out how she would handle telling Paul about the twins, with. Get advice. Dear Abby, My werewolf non-husband is still in shock from one wolf-puppy, how should I tell him there is a mini-pack in me? Signed-MamaWolf. - - - - - Maybe no letters to Dear Abby. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 2, 2009 16:32:52 GMT -5
Paul had not noticed her checking on him. He did not even realize he was speaking out loud. He stared at his dog for a few more moments before standing up and heading towards the door, as quietly as he could. He needed to think . . . clearly he was not thinking about how rude it was to leave his pregnant wife alone in their place. He did not plan to be gone for long. Maybe he would just phase really quickly, and hope that no one else was on patrol.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 2, 2009 17:08:25 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] She had just put the break in to heat up, since it was the simple frozen kind that would bake in less then five mins, and she started sitting the table when she noticed he had stopped talking. Walking to the next room with a glass of water for him, she paused in the door way. It was empty. "Paul?" She called and walked down the hall, and glanced in the open doors. Empty.
After a half moment of looking she knew she was alone with Murtaugh. Rachael could not blame him. She had learned he was a wolf and had disappeared for days. Somethings were hard to let your mind wrap around. She thought about calling Emily but decide to wait.
Not caring that in about four more mins the bread would burn, she sat down on the couch, where Paul had been sitting, and let the warmth left from his body warm her. Murtaugh (who was on her couch!) crawled over and nudged her hand in a sign he wanted his head petted. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 2, 2009 17:25:29 GMT -5
Paul made his way down the steps, and into the woods. He was planning to phase, and prayed that no one else was on patrol. They would find out soon, but right now it was too soon. He was not ready to hear the 'Congratulations!' from his pack brothers. It was too early for that. Paul began to take his shirt off -- as he was more in control of his phasing right now and so could take the time, so that he could preserve his clothing.
But suddenly, something hit him, and his eyes widened in concern. With his shirt still in his hand, he ran as fast as his human legs could carry him back to the house, and bolted through the door. He wasn't sure whether she was in the kitchen, bedroom, living room or wherever, so he just yelled the question out as he stood in the threshold of the door. "Why were you bleeding?!" He asked, worried that the blood meant that something was wrong with their baby. WAIT! Was that what she meant by 'sorta'. Their baby was a sort of?!? Was it sick? Was it not going to survive? Was it going to end up being a still born? NO! It couldn't! Paul grew increasingly worried and began to half jog around the house in a panicked frenzy to find Rachael and make sure she was okay. The concern he felt for her and their baby, made the idea that she was pregnant far more real.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 2, 2009 17:48:18 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] Rachael jumped slightly when she heard Paul yelling. It hadn't been that long but she had not expected him to come back so soon. She tired to get up but the Murtaugh (who was one fat dog!) was on her lap. She pushed for a few moments before he barked, and wagged his tail at Paul's voice and then jumped off. Rachael got up and half ran to the door way. She much had gotten there the same moment as Paul because one moment she was running thought the door and then next she was almost bouncing off him. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 2, 2009 18:49:34 GMT -5
"Rachael!" He exclaimed when he finally saw her. He pulled her into a hug, but not too tightly since he didn't know if there was something medically wrong with her. "Are you okay? Why were you bleeding? Is something wrong with our baby? Is that what you meant by we're sort of having one? Why were you bleeding?" He just asking questions, vocalizing every single question and fear that had entered his mind when he first realized that when he saw her on the porch, there had been blood.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 2, 2009 19:02:31 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] One moment she was bouncing off him the next she was being hugged to him and quizzed about everything, "Paul!" She said trying to keep up. "Just--The bread!" She tired to get free of his arms. "There is nothing for you to worry about Paul, I promise! I need to get the bread out of oven before it burns!" She looked up at his face, "Then I will answer every question you care to ask, one at a time." Because she couldn't keep up with his others. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 2, 2009 19:44:59 GMT -5
"Screw the bread!" What bread was she talking about? He didn't care enough to ask. He kept his arms securly around her, making no attempt to loosen them. "You shouldn't be cooking. You should be sitting down. Work can't be good for the baby . . . especially since you were just bleeding a little while ago. Bleeding! Why were you bleeding Ray? Just tell me, how bad is it? I can handle it." -- barley -- "I just need to know that you're okay. The bread can wait. This is way more important." Their entire residence could have caught fire and he wouldn't have noticed.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 2, 2009 20:02:53 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] "Paul!" She put her hands on his face, and lightly kissed him. "I'm pregnant, not invalid." Kiss, "I am fine, perfect health." Kiss. "Noise bleeds come with pregnancy." For twins especially. "I swear to you, Paul, we are all going to bed just fine. We are in great health, and perfect! I promise!" She looked over at the kitchen. "I think the bread is burning now." Not that either of them really cared right now, but setting the house on fire would only stress him out more. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 2, 2009 21:05:26 GMT -5
He was still not convinced. "Bleeding is normal?!" He couldn't believe it. Nose bleeds were common? She wasn't that pregnant! Of course, Paul did not understand that just because you were early in your pregnancy, did not mean there weren't symptoms. "Are you sick too? I mean, like throwing up or whatever. There is such thing as morning sickness, right?" Oh no! How sick would she get? He couldn't bear to watch her get sick! "We should take you to the doctor!" Little did he realize she had just come back from the doctors. "I'll get the bread." But he didn't move. It took several more minutes for him to release his tight grasp on her. "You should sit down, take it easy, relax. I'll . . . get the bread. Where is it? The oven? The stove? The microwave?" He felt panicked.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 2, 2009 21:10:49 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] "Paul! Your making me nervous baby, Please just sit down until you can think better. Please!" She wiggled out of his arms and took his hands leading him to the table, "Sit, please!" Then turned to grab a holder and remove the black bread and toss them in the sink. Ruined! She sighed, and then put the steaks on a two plates to carry to the table. Adding some rice to them before doing so. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 2, 2009 22:57:30 GMT -5
He let her lead him to the table where he just collapsed on the chair. He still had so many questions. He did not stay seated for long, but before he could stand up, she came back with food. Food that looked and smelled really good! He looked at it and then at her. "Are you hungry? You should be eating a lot! You're eating for two: yourself and the baby. Here, have my steak too!" He was still clearly, not any calmer.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 2, 2009 23:06:09 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] "And your eating for sixteen," She joked and put his steak in fount of him. "Paul. Mine is enough for me. Trust me, I will eat enough for us." She said putting one hand on her belly. "Now, lets just eat, and then you should lay down in bed. I think you really need a good nights sleep to help you adjust to this. I know it's hard, and not what you planned or wanted, but, we will be fine. We will make this something good for us. I will do everything I can to help, I promise!" [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 2, 2009 23:55:28 GMT -5
Paul still wasn't sure what to say. So he just ate his steak, chewing one big piece at a time while his mind continued being flooded with random thoughts. "We'll need a crib!" He exclaimed. He took another bit of his food. "We're going to need to go shopping for diapers, lots of diapers!" They still had nine months to go. "Are you craving anything? Isn't that part of being pregnant Want me to go out and get you something?" He took another bite of his steak. "I can go job hunting too. Yeah, I can run all those errands in one run." He wasn't sure what he was saying any more. He only knew that they needed more money . . . and that the steak was really good.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 3, 2009 0:04:58 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] "We'll need a crib" They were going to need, two. "We're going to need to go shopping for diapers, lots of diapers!" Cloth dippers saved money. You could wash and re-use. Simple easy and fun. "Are you craving anything? Isn't that part of being pregnant Want me to go out and get you something?" -- "I can go job hunting too. Yeah, I can run all those errands in one run." "Patrolling is your job." She said softly, and calmly. The more he ranted on the calmer she keep her voice in order to keep some sort of order. He was making her nervous will all the rambling. She had trouble following, and the stress was making her not hungry but she ate anyway. She didn't want that bothering him too. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 3, 2009 0:22:48 GMT -5
Paul had not noticed how calm she sounded, though subconsciously, it was helping. "Patrollign? What? No, no. I need a proper job. One that pays money." He was going to have to cut back on shifts, and pick up more paying shifts. Otherwise, he would not be able to support Rachael and their baby. He wanted to take care of her, he had devoted his life to doing so, and he was not going to stop now. "Construction is not enough . . . there's no construction in La Push. I'll have to see who's hiring. Any ideas?" He wasn't really asking her, he was just rambling.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jun 3, 2009 0:33:38 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] "Paul, you don't need another job. You would never be home, and I would rather have you here, then have an easier budget. PLEASE if only for tonight don't worry about money, or jobs and just relax while we can. I promise, I can make this ok." She reached over and took his hands. "I will turn this into something you can be happy about. Just relax and let me. Let me help you adjust. You wont have to do anything! I will do it all! I promise! You don't have to worry about anything, I will handle everything. We will be fine when it comes to money." [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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