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Post by Brandi on Jan 13, 2009 18:30:55 GMT -5
"I know, Baby." *Brandi's hand fell over his on her wrist.* "I know."
*She tilted her head slightly, her eyes begging his understanding.* "But if there's an answer, it seems like that might be a good place to start, no? And if nothing else, I can be there and you can be here and neither of us are out on the street somewhere alone and...dealing with stuff. Do you understand what I mean?"
*Her expression softened.*
"I just want to be able to be with you. And you to be comfortable with being with me."
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 13, 2009 18:35:01 GMT -5
"I do," he said softly. "But I can find someplace... This is your place. Kris is your friend. I... I don't wanna be without you."
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Post by Brandi on Jan 13, 2009 20:16:47 GMT -5
*Brandi turned to glance in the wardrobe for a moment before her eyes lowered.*
"I don't want to be without you either, Baby." That's the point.
*Her eyes lifted to his again.*
"But you don't feel safe here with me. And you shouldn't have to bear this alone. I can carry my part."
*She scrunched her nose a moment in thought.*
"Give me a day. Just one day to figure out if there's any hope to be sorted out there. Ok?" *She smiled hesitantly, but with hope.*
"And it ain't like you haven't gone one night without me. You can manage. And there's milk in the fridge. I know you know how to make a proper bottle." *Her expression softened in the thought of him being all daddy-like.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 14, 2009 10:48:51 GMT -5
"Yeah. I know how to make a bottle," he said softly, gazing at her, but reluctant to touch her after all this. "One day," he said with resolve. "If you're longer, 'm comin' after you."
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Post by Brandi on Jan 14, 2009 11:20:47 GMT -5
"Deal." *Brandi answered, her smile coming easier.*
"I do love you, Baby." *She said with refreshed resolve.* "And I'm gonna figure out some way to make this right again, no matter how long in takes."
*Her eyes lingered on him with promise before she opened the wardrobe and started to look through it.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 14, 2009 11:33:12 GMT -5
"Love you too, baby," he murmured, his eyes lingering over her backside before he turned away, ashamed at his feelings and angry at fate for making him ashamed of something natural.
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Post by Brandi on Jan 14, 2009 11:52:07 GMT -5
*Brandi pulled her work dress from the wardrobe and turned to set it on the bed, that she might pack it with a few toiletries. But something pulled at her gut and glanced up at him, worry in her face.*
"It's going to be ok." *She offered gently, hoping that it was true.*
"With those kids, you won't even have time to miss me." *She tried to joke, wanting to give him strength.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 14, 2009 12:06:40 GMT -5
"Sure," he said, feeling ashamed of his outburst now--after all, he had yet to ravage her again or destroy property--and wanting to repair things as best he could. But he knew the doubts would return. "They'll be sure to pull somethin' to keep me occupied. You... be safe, right?"
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Post by Brandi on Jan 14, 2009 12:16:51 GMT -5
"Of course I will." *She replied with a firm nod. He had every right to worry. They both did. After all, the last time they parted...he'd gotten lost in someone else. But maybe this time at least it would be easier on him in that regard. And she hoped she was up for it.*
"Extra careful, just in case." *She promised, then pulled up a bag to pack everything into.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 14, 2009 12:24:02 GMT -5
"An' I promise I won't go anywhere without a babe in arms. The little kind," he clarified, attempting weak humor.
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Post by Brandi on Jan 14, 2009 12:37:31 GMT -5
*Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her smile stayed warm.*
"You be sure to do that." *Brandi warned teasingly.*
"And I'll be back asap." *She swallowed carefully, putting the last thing in the bag. Turning to him, she sighed gently.*
"I'll figure this out. Just...try to have faith. I know it's hard."
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 14, 2009 12:59:45 GMT -5
"Worth it, though," he said, so she'd know. She had to know. No matter how twitchy he got... wasn't about her. Ever. He reached out gently, brushing her hair without touching her skin. "You get a move on," he said. "I'll hold down the fort."
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Post by Brandi on Jan 14, 2009 13:04:13 GMT -5
*Brandi's eyes fell shut in the memory of the touch almost given.*
"Yeah. Thanks." *She started forward, turning back for one last look at the door.*
"Love you." *She whispered, then forced herself into the hall. It was time to work. She'd figure it out.*
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