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muserevival2014-04-24 02:20 pm
rosetattoo) wrote in muserevival2014-04-24 02:20 pm
Quote of the Day 072.
“My problem is I'm an addictive personality. I can't have one coffee. I can't eat one piece of chocolate.”
- Guy Pearce
Rose had gotten to the point in her pregnancy that she had little fucks to give about anything. She only had a couple of weeks to go until she finished her degree and graduated, and everything beyond studying was just too much damn effort. She was only a small person, so her pregnancy bump felt like the Millennium Falcon had hitched a ride on the front of her. To her, it felt a lot more huge than it probably looked to anyone else. She was at the point where she had to have this whole elaborate routine of weight balance, coordination, and borderline acrobats to even get off the toilet, and she was craving chocolate so bad it felt like she was going to end up putting the equivalent of one whole new person on in weight.
She was home alone today. Beau was still in hospital and Austin spent whatever time he could there without bugging staff or without Beau telling him to go home and sleep. Angel was in Boston for a one-off performance with Damo, which Rose happened to think was the most awesome thing ever because she hardly got to see her BFF of late. It was like he was living on another planet or something. Life had gotten crazy busy for everyone all around.
That afternoon, she had eaten probably more than her weight in chocolate. It’s not like the Easter Eggs were going to eat themselves, were they? In fact, Beau wasn’t even going to eat his, so she had to do him the courtesy of eating them for him and also eating half of Angel’s, considering the reason she needed so much chocolate was currently the one half of his spawn incubating inside her and making her need to eat and pee more than seemed humanly possible. It was only fair she ate half of his chocolate stash. That was her story, and she was sticking to it.
She was walking up the hall to the bathroom (again), a chocolate bunny hanging out of her mouth that she was holding on to with her teeth while she tried to hike her track pants up over her baby bump. Or they were her fiancé's pants, if she was more accurate. Her own pants were too freaking uncomfortable right now and she could get these down better in a hurry, which is what often happened when you were expecting.
She was multitasking, hitching her pants up and also trying to decide if she wanted the mint or caramel Easter Egg next once she finished the bunny, when all of a sudden a sharp and abrupt pain sliced through her stomach so intense that it caused her to cry out and the bunny dropped from her mouth to the floor. She doubled over, holding her stomach with a shocked whimper. Uh-oh. This couldn’t be a good thing when she was home alone. And it also couldn’t be a good thing considering the baby wasn’t due for another two weeks.
“Ohhhh, no, no, no…” she pleaded to herself and then there was another rude pain that felt like it was taking her breath away, planting a hand against the wall to hold herself up when it was tempting to just sink to the floor. She was pretty sure that if she couldn’t get off the toilet without a circus act, there was no way she would get up off the floor if she hit it. No, no… this could NOT be happening right now. Not when she was alone, not when her phone was upstairs in the bedroom and the cordless landline one was probably lost in the bottomless cavern of the sofa because no one used it anymore. This could definitely NOT be fucking happening when her fiancé, the one she was going to yell at and threaten extensively during labour, was three hours drive away singing at a concert people paid a hell of a lot of money for. She made a whining sound that was something akin to a wounded animal (probably half factored to the fact her chocolate bunny was now on the floor covered in fluffy too).
Why the hell was this happening now?!
Rose Gresham || Original Character
- Guy Pearce
Rose had gotten to the point in her pregnancy that she had little fucks to give about anything. She only had a couple of weeks to go until she finished her degree and graduated, and everything beyond studying was just too much damn effort. She was only a small person, so her pregnancy bump felt like the Millennium Falcon had hitched a ride on the front of her. To her, it felt a lot more huge than it probably looked to anyone else. She was at the point where she had to have this whole elaborate routine of weight balance, coordination, and borderline acrobats to even get off the toilet, and she was craving chocolate so bad it felt like she was going to end up putting the equivalent of one whole new person on in weight.
She was home alone today. Beau was still in hospital and Austin spent whatever time he could there without bugging staff or without Beau telling him to go home and sleep. Angel was in Boston for a one-off performance with Damo, which Rose happened to think was the most awesome thing ever because she hardly got to see her BFF of late. It was like he was living on another planet or something. Life had gotten crazy busy for everyone all around.
That afternoon, she had eaten probably more than her weight in chocolate. It’s not like the Easter Eggs were going to eat themselves, were they? In fact, Beau wasn’t even going to eat his, so she had to do him the courtesy of eating them for him and also eating half of Angel’s, considering the reason she needed so much chocolate was currently the one half of his spawn incubating inside her and making her need to eat and pee more than seemed humanly possible. It was only fair she ate half of his chocolate stash. That was her story, and she was sticking to it.
She was walking up the hall to the bathroom (again), a chocolate bunny hanging out of her mouth that she was holding on to with her teeth while she tried to hike her track pants up over her baby bump. Or they were her fiancé's pants, if she was more accurate. Her own pants were too freaking uncomfortable right now and she could get these down better in a hurry, which is what often happened when you were expecting.
She was multitasking, hitching her pants up and also trying to decide if she wanted the mint or caramel Easter Egg next once she finished the bunny, when all of a sudden a sharp and abrupt pain sliced through her stomach so intense that it caused her to cry out and the bunny dropped from her mouth to the floor. She doubled over, holding her stomach with a shocked whimper. Uh-oh. This couldn’t be a good thing when she was home alone. And it also couldn’t be a good thing considering the baby wasn’t due for another two weeks.
“Ohhhh, no, no, no…” she pleaded to herself and then there was another rude pain that felt like it was taking her breath away, planting a hand against the wall to hold herself up when it was tempting to just sink to the floor. She was pretty sure that if she couldn’t get off the toilet without a circus act, there was no way she would get up off the floor if she hit it. No, no… this could NOT be happening right now. Not when she was alone, not when her phone was upstairs in the bedroom and the cordless landline one was probably lost in the bottomless cavern of the sofa because no one used it anymore. This could definitely NOT be fucking happening when her fiancé, the one she was going to yell at and threaten extensively during labour, was three hours drive away singing at a concert people paid a hell of a lot of money for. She made a whining sound that was something akin to a wounded animal (probably half factored to the fact her chocolate bunny was now on the floor covered in fluffy too).
Why the hell was this happening now?!
Rose Gresham || Original Character