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[Jason Irving]

Giving a little shake of his head, Jason snapped the large book in front of him closed with a bit more force than necessary. Studying was not something he enjoyed doing and it wasn‘t something he really had to do all that often up until his last year or two of school. Oh well, that‘s what medical school would do to a person. Giving the book an annoyed glance, he sighed, shaking his head before rubbing the side of his forehead where an inch-long scar ran, forever covered by his dark curls. He had never intentionally styled his hair to hide the scar from his car accident, it had just always laid that way and it always would as far as he was concerned. He liked it just as it was, even if it did appear to be messy and unorganized half of the time. It was attractive, or at least he had been told by his fiancée, two of his three exes who had seen it in it‘s longer, curlier days and a few of his girl friends, too. Taking his fingers away from the scar, he pushed the curls from his deep brown eyes and stretched, his plain white t-shirt riding up a bit as he reached upwards with his arms, enjoying the feeling of all of his muscles stretching after sitting in the same chair for the past two hours for a test he had the next day. No, he wasn‘t exactly cramming, he had scanned over the text a few times, but this time he was actually going through and making sure he really did understand everything he was reading and it was starting to give him a headache.

The twenty two year old finally stood up, a little annoyed now that he had closed his book; it would just waste time later trying to find the page and the paragraph he had been on. Well, it wasn‘t really that important. He‘d be spending at least another hour looking though the book later that evening, searching for the page for five minutes wasn‘t really going to kill him. He walked out of his bedroom and into one of the two walk in closets that went along with the master bedroom; though he hadn‘t known it when he bought the house, the extra closet space definitely came in handy between all of the clothes he and his fiancée owned. They were both rather concerned about their clothing style and if one happened to stumble into their closet, it wouldn‘t take long for that to be known. Designer brands from when Jason lived a few hours from New York City and probably fifty pairs of shoes between the man and the woman who shared the house filled the two closets without much of a problem. Glancing over at some of the clothes he really didn‘t wear that often, Jason decided he could probably go through his collection sometime in the near future if time permitted and donate them so someone who needed them more than he did could use them.

His eyebrows rose as he gave a little sigh, pulling a gray cardigan off of one of the hangers and pulling it on over his t-shirt. Sure, it was California, he didn‘t really need long sleeves half the time, but he just felt boring in his t-shirt and jeans. He headed back into his bedroom for a moment, pacing the floor before grabbing a few of the bracelets off of his dresser he thought tended to add to his look, as long as they matched, and slid them over his hand, a little smile on his handsome face when his left wrist didn‘t ache as he bent it. After breaking it and leaving it untreated for a couple months, he had been afraid that when he finally did get it looked at, it would have to be broken again and stuck in a cast, so when he had visited his doctor parents in New York and it didn‘t need any of that, he had been relieved.

Grabbing his car keys out of the little basket on the way to the garage that his fiancée had smartly suggested they keep so he wasn‘t constantly hunting for where he last left his keys shortly after she had moved in with him the first time, long before they were engaged, he let out a little sigh, wondering what Ana was up to. As soon as he found out that she was pregnant, as he predicted, he had easily become twice as protective of her as he usually was. Yes, he had always been protective and a bit possessive at times, and this had only made it worse. She wasn‘t showing yet as she wasn‘t that far along, but they had scheduled her first appointment and he wasn‘t quite sure what to expect from it. Maybe that was why he had to read and reread what he was studying; his mind wasn‘t all there. Lately it had been in ten different places at once and he simply just needed a break.

Driving down the familiar streets, he grabbed his iPhone from his pocket, he plugged it into the wireless transmitter he had in his car as he was stopped at a red light, he pressed play and let it shuffle through about four songs before he pulled into the Starbucks parking lot, finding an empty parking place and pulling his silver Mercedes into it, shutting the car off as soon as it was in park. After sitting there for a moment, he let out a slow sigh and climbed out of the car, locking it as he stepped into the coffee shop, inhaling the scents of all of the different coffees. Stepping up to the counter, he flashed a smile to the older teen who was working behind the counter, one that didn‘t quite meet his tired eyes before he ordered, stepping to the side until it was ready. Taking the warm, medium sized cup in his hands, he sunk down onto one of the maroon couches, ready to enjoy the short time he had to relax.

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LYRICS; the fray - where the story ends
TAGS ; widow
WORDS ; 1026
OUTFIT ; the violins make no sound
CAR ; 2009 Mercedes Benz
NOTES ; yay! <3

[Wendy "Widow" Hughes]

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Widow WM Hughes
People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality
I'm a 180 to the stereotype; girls like staying home and being innocent

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------------ THE DARK, LONG-HAIRED GIRL LEANED OVER the sink slightly to brush a loose strand of hair from her eyes and finish applying mascara. She stood up straight and looked at herself for a moment. No matter how much she tried, Widow was never completely satisfied with her appearance. She would act like she thought she was hottest piece of ass in town but catch her without make up and you will see just how self conscious the girl was. She tousled her hair slightly. Her name was Wendy Moira Hughes. When most people looked at her, they saw one of two things. One. A stuck up, controlling bitch. or Two. A sexy bitch they wanted to bang. When someone who knew why she went by the name Widow saw her, they thought one of two things. One. Run away and cover your penis. or Two. bet I can break her. And when someone who knows her completely sees her? Well, we'll let you know when we find one. Right now the two that come closest is one Donald Davis and Jasper Richardson. Jasper of course was not here and Donny was out with his new bitch girlfriend. Widow got rather possessive of Donny despite the fact that they are not together, never were, never will be. She just thinks of Donny as hers and doesn't want another girl touching him. Thing was, Widow was just scared of losing her one real-ish friend.

------------ WIDOW LOOKED DOWN FROM HER REFLECTION and placed the mascara into the bottom drawer that Donny and Izzy had let her use. She was staying with the Davis's. It made the most sense. Sure, Orion and Liz hughes were her aunt and uncle but seeing as she owned Liz and her fellow teenager seemed a tad resentful over Widow holding her life over head by a string, she felt there would be too much hostility over there. Besides, she had always gotten along with the two Davis oddballs. Perhaps some explanation is needed. You see, this group of kids, Orion Hughes, Liz Hughes, Donny Davis, Izzy Davis and herself, they weren't your average teenagers. And apart from Izzy, they all could seem much older than they were but really, they are all just kids who have been put through hell. In general because of a group of people called the Sirens. A group to which Widow's grandfather was the head of, her grandfather being Liz and Orion's father. Its a complicated family but what you need to know is that they grew up living fast and dangerous. Widow's father being the worst of it. Her father was, least to say, a bastard. But part of her still loved him. He was the man responsible for Widow seeing a man shot dead in front of her when she was only two. She was raised watching her father kill and in order to save his life, she shot a man at the ripe age of eight. She hadn't meant to, she was just a little girl, scared for her daddy's life. A dad she desperately wanted love from.

------------ LATER, BEING RAISED WITH HER RATHER PSYCHOTIC father, she learned more and more. She became his pride and joy but he still loved Liz more and that infuriated her as a kid. You know, she and Liz had once been best friends, but Liz hated Widow for being jealous and Widow hated Liz for getting special attention from HER father. But then again, Widow never understood that the attention Liz got was not the type you wanted placed onto a ten year old girl. Widow started being pimped out for business around thirteen because in the Sirens, that is the age you start having sex. Widow was actually just a shortened version of a well known nickname for her within the underground organized crime world. The full nickname was the Black Widow. She was known, as she entered her mid teens for seducing men and then killing them when they let her guard down, usually immediately after sex. She was the dark side vixen. But no she was not evil. Widow refused to kill certain men, the only men she ever hurt were serial rapists, child molesters, the dirt of the world types. And she knew even that was wrong but only thing she felt guilty about was that she didn't feel guilty. The world was better off without those men. All she knew is that it was done now. She acted horrible to Liz because she knows Liz killed Junior. But she also knew that her father was a rapist, a murderer of innocent people, a man who had lost the only women he cared about, Widow's mother. A man who raped Liz, his own sister. And... well she couldn't even handle thinking about the other thing. She also knew he was in the process of beating a man Liz was obviously in love with to death.

------------ SHE DID NOT BLAME LIZ FOR WHAT SHE DID and yet she was punishing her for it. Honestly, Widow was slightly relieved her father was gone. And she was happy she was part of this little rebellious ex-siren group. Because it meant she could start over. No more was she the black widow. Still Widow because she hates her real name but she was no longer violent. She would never be again. She just wants to be a hot, sexy, bitch who remains in control but doesn't risk a life sentence in prison. Widow forced a smile into the mirror, more of a smirk. She raised her head slightly as she slipped on her bracelets, she flipped her hair over her should and walked out of there with her same vain walk and hint of a smile. She walked into the living room seeing Liz and Izzy sitting on the couch. She scoffed and rolled her eyes slightly, "Honestly, Izzy, can you not remember the simple task of letting the dog out each morning?" She asked coldly, the insult directed towards Liz. Izzy laughed slightly and glanced at Liz who just rolled her eyes. Liz was so used to the prima donna, her small snide comments never bothered her anymore. "Where you headed?" Izzy asked curiously. Widow opened a compact mirror to check her face again, "Out, see where the day takes me." She replied cooly, before snapping the mirror shut and strutting out to the door of the apartment, "I'll see you later Iz, try not to catch anything." She added glancing at Liz before giving a fake smile and waving goodbye. After Widow had shut the door, silence in the Davis apartment took hold until Liz and Izzy looked at each other. Liz just nodded her head once and said plainly, "bitch." Izzy grinned and nodded.

------------ WIDOW MADE HER WAY DOWN THROUGH APARTMENT building and out onto the street. First place the day was taking her was to Starbucks. Caffeine fix was a must. She pulled her buzzing cell from her pocket and just texted as she walked all the way there, hardly looking up except to look at the rare piece of acceptable man meat who's path crossed with her's. Her heels clacked softly and rhythmically against the pavement of the sidewalk all the way down the street until she arrived at Starbucks. She breath in through her nose as entered, taking in the scent of sugar, coffee, and commercialism. It was fabulous wasn't it? She put her cell away and futsed with her hair slightly before walking right up to the counter past the other costumers in line and gave the slightly bored looking male employee and flirtatious smirk, leaning on the counter slightly. He looked over, stood a bit straighter and asked for her order, not seeming to notice her going straight to the front. The slightly beer bellied, balding middle aged business man behind her didn't even say a word. Widow thanked the worker and gave and little wink as he handed her her tall, non-fat vanilla latte. She walked over to where the chairs were and looked around for somewhere to sit. She arched an eyebrow when she saw a boy sitting in a maroon couch wearing a grey sweatshirt. He looked sort of familiar to her, like she had seen his picture somewhere. And then she saw the engagement ring.

------------ WIDOW WALKED OVER TO THE COUCH AND SAT DOWN on the coffee table in front of him, crossing her right leg over her left. She smiled slightly, "Soo... when's the wedding, Poodle?"

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; Jason
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'rescue' by eve 6
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; SO late, sorry. but omg I think I'm going to love Wid and Jasabel friendship
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[Jason Irving]

The sight of the familiar streets and the upbeat music playing through his flashy car’s stereo was relaxing, even for him. He hated to admit it, but it was a relief to get away from everything, even for a brief time. He knew soon enough he wasn’t going to have that luxury. He was already juggling medical school, an internship at the hospital and his relationship with his fiancée, but before too long, he would be adding a child and a part time job on top of all of that and he knew it was going to put a lot of strain on him; he was already worn out from all of the little things they had been doing to prepare for the new addition to their household. His biggest concern right now was cracking underneath of all of that strain, though he knew if things got too tough, he always had the option of dropping out of school and hopefully going back once things had begun to settle down, though he knew he would really have to fight Ana on that one. But no school would mean no internship and that right there would take two things off of his over crowded plate.

The drive to Starbucks wasn’t nearly long enough as far as Jason was concerned, but it wasn’t like he could take a three hour break. He’d have to go back to his studying as soon as he was done with his coffee break. Sinking down into the squishy sofa, Jason closed his eyes for a moment, wondering if a short nap might have been a better option for him than a drive to Starbucks, but Ana knew he wasn’t much of a nap person and he didn’t really want to concern her. He knew he was lousy at hiding his emotions, but the last thing he wanted was for her to realize how tired he was and take more upon herself. Being pregnant it was the last thing she needed.

As he heard the sound of heels clicking across the tile, he forced his dark eyes open, looking around for the source, half hoping it was Annie, not wanting her to see him so tired. When his eyes met the source, he saw a taller, very attractive young woman who looked familiar, though he couldn’t exactly place why. He was taken by surprise when she sat down on the table in front of him, his bushy eyebrows raising slightly, though hidden by his messy curls. It didn’t hit him where exactly it was he recognized her from until she called him Poodle. A slight smile crossed the handsome young man’s face, though even his smile looked tired as he answered her. “May. I’m guessing I can’t expect Miss Widow to show up now, can I?” Stretching a bit, he let out a little sigh, his tired eyes meeting Widow’s. “A wedding doesn’t seem like your kind of place,” he commented lightly, not meaning it to be insulting in anyway, before taking a sip from the cup in his hands, letting the hot coffee linger in his mouth for a moment before swallowing it. The warm liquid running down his throat seemed to wake him up a bit and he looked back up at Widow again. Even the handsome, engaged young man couldn’t deny that the woman sitting across from him was attractive and for a brief moment, he was glad he hadn’t known her when he and Ana had been apart for those two long months. He had a feeling she probably would have been the one able to persuade both his drunken mind and his broken heart into doing whatever she wanted him to do, with her all-too-smooth tongue and “I-get-what-I-want” attitude. She made all of the girls he had seen at the clubs look dull. Biting the inside of his lip a bit, he shook his head to himself. Those times were long over and though he was slowly managing to forgive himself, the memories still brought him down anytime they reappeared.

Had Jason known how completely different his childhood was from Widow’s, he would have been appalled. Oh, he knew not everyone had what he had as a child, his fiancée being a perfect example of that, but knowing even half of what Widow grew up with would have totally shocked him. Jason had grown up with two parents that came from wealthy families and on top of that, both of them were surgeons. If Jason suffered at all in his childhood, it had been that both of his parents couldn’t always make to any of his events with their busy schedules or being called in for emergencies, though he wasn’t involved with ten different activities. The only thing they ever had to go to were his occasional choir or band concerts and his horse shows and with Dr. and Dr. Irving typically having the weekends off, they never really clashed with their schedules. Oh, they had definitely differed week to week, depending on his chestnut mare’s mood along with how long of a trailer ride it was for her and just how well she and Jason were working together that day. His near-perfect childhood had made him partially blind to many of the things Widow and Annie had grown up with, and Ana still managed to shock him from time to time with details of her younger years.

Turning his dark head, he looked out the window for a moment before turning his eyes back to Widow. Letting out a little sigh, he shook his head, looking a little bit amused as he thought about the previous conversation they had had online. “So I knocked her up,” he said quietly, his dark eyebrows raising a little bit as he waited for her to reply, expecting a rather sarcastic response. If nothing else, she could get a laugh out of him, simply because of how different their views were. “And yes, she will definitely be showing at our wedding,” he said quieter still, giving another little shake of his head. If he had just been more careful, it would have never happened. He knew she wasn’t thrilled about her figure changing so drastically and she was definitely not thrilled about showing as much as she would be when she walked down the aisle. Closing his dark eyes at that thought, he pressed his empty hand against his forehead, clearly stressed out. As far as he was concerned, he had really messed up this time, regardless of how he refused to ever call their baby a mistake. No kid wanted to grow up thinking that they were the reason that their parents were together, or even worse, that they were an unwanted mistake. Sure, he had messed up, but he wasn’t ever going to call their son a mistake.

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TAGS ; widow
WORDS ; 1116
OUTFIT ; the violins make no sound
NOTES ; i don't think it flows great...

[Wendy "Widow" Hughes]

•• Widow Hughes ••

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WHEN A GIRL IS COOL WITH HER SEXUALITY
i'm a 180 to the stereotype; girls like staying home and being innocent [/center]

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------ All of the Sirens that resided in Valkyrie, California were in a tough spot. Everything that was happening with faking Liz's death so that their own family would not come after them for vengeance, and the Richardson's showing up. God, the Richardson's... Or just the god exclamation to one. Jasper. Why the hell was he here still? She could buy him coming to Valkyrie thinking something was up but it was safer elsewhere and Widow did not like having him around. Or maybe it was the fact that when he was around, she wanted him never to leave that bothered her so much? Maybe it was that every time she was around him she was in so much pain she had to remind herself to breath and that every time she saw even a trace of the scars on his back from where her father had attacked him those many years ago, she felt nothing but guilt. The truth of the matter was, Widow did not like being around Jasper because she was not in control around him and she was a bit of a control freak. She just wanted to feel like she was untouchable and nothing could get her down, things were great. She had everyone where she wanted them, but then he shows up with his scrawny(she means swimmers build, her favorite) ass body and his annoying (she means drool worthy) habit of never wearing a shirt around his apartment. And now she was lost. Lost, confused, and happier without being happier, if that made any sense.

------ Perhaps Widow simply could not admit to the real thing she was feeling. Why? Because the idea of the L-word seeping into her life scared the shit out of her. Her father had loved her mother and she died in childbirth. Sirens didn't fall in love because that's what it brought to them. Pain. It was fine and well to others but her life was complicated enough. Plus, she enjoyed being free and knowing that she could pretty much pick and choose her sleeping partners, whether she cared about them or not. But if Widow and Jasper slept together, it would not just be sex and that was where she drew the line, she couldn't do that. She couldn't L-word him. She is not that type of girl, never was. Okay... maybe she was once, right when they met. Right after he had come to them after his mother died and he was sent to his Siren family. Everyone was cruel to him, the outsider boy but back then, Widow wasn't the Black Widow yet. She was just a lonely kid who needed a friend as much as he had. Ugh and reader, tell anyone this and she will kill you, I promise you, but she even used to do the most disgustingly desperate girl crushing habit of writing "mrs. Jasper Richardson" on her notebooks. God, gag me right? Way for her to make herself want to vomit. No, that was someone else. The girl she was now rolled her eyes at the pathetic innocent, naive girl she had once been. Never again. And she rarely thought of him until he was mentioned. Out of sight, out of mind, out of heart so fuck him if he really thought his ass was staying in Valkyrie.

------ It was out of the question. Ridiculous, NOT HAPPENING. She made fun of the romantics. Just look at Poodle here, what kind of man signs his soul away at such a young age. At their age, they are supposed to be having fun while their young and hot enough to do so. She watched his face and grinned, sitting up a bit straighter as it seemed to click who she was. “May. I’m guessing I can’t expect Miss Widow to show up now, can I? A wedding doesn’t seem like your kind of place,” Widow laughed, "Oh quite on the contrary," She began with a smirk, "In fact, ever since seeing the Wedding Crashers, weddings are very much my style." She replied. She shook her head slightly using the hand not holding her drink to gesture, "You know apart from the whole cheezy ending." She wiggled her foot slightly and shifted her weight a bit, looking up as if she were in deep thought, "The idea of men coming to take advantage of the emotionally vulnerable women is kind of hot. Of course, I like to think of it as me taking advantage of them thinking they're taking advantage of me, pull a little Gloria on their asses, just to see the look on their faces." Widow did actually like going to Weddings after that movie, she wasn't lying. She liked it when a guy stupidly thought he was in control when really it was every little look she gave and move she made that formed each action they carried out. Again, it was a power game with her. Sex was about being in control, whether your partner realizes it yet or not. And a lot of guys are turned on by the idea of using women. She sometimes played into the fantasy.

------ Widow placed her drink to her lips and blew lightly before taking a sip of her latte, careful not to get any of the delicious fluffy foam on her top lip. She watched as he looked out the window and then spoke quietly to tell her “So I knocked her up,” Widow licked her lips as she suppressed a small giggle from escaping her lips. “And yes, she will definitely be showing at our wedding,” Widow flat out grinned before nodding slightly. She leaned in a bit, "I have a secret too." She said equally as quiet, "I already knew" She sat back up straight and took another sip, "And not just because I would have assumed there was a bun in oven for anyone your age getting married." She added with a grin. No, she knew because she had met Anabel online. Seriously what were the chances of that happening? The girl seemed nice, but so did oh so many different people. The difference was at least the girl did it with some wit to her. "And if she seriously names the kid Pippa, I will report you both to Social services for child abuse." She added seriously, raising a neatly groomed eyebrow. "Because that's just mean, Poodle."

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; jason
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'sexy naughty bitchy' by tata young
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; lol and I use Gloria's actress as Mary's face... and lol I like this friendship so far[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Jason Irving]

Jason and Widow had two completely different lives growing up. He had never had to fear for his family’s life; they grew up in one of the best areas of Colonie. The crime rate there was close to zero and what there was wasn’t anything huge. A neighbor who lived a few houses down the street had a radio stolen that she had left out in her backyard one night when he had been in his teens, though it hadn’t really been an expensive one, and they had later found out it was one of the kids in a nearby neighborhood who’s parents found out and, furious, made her return it. And that was the biggest thing he could remember happening in the neighborhood. He had lived the closest thing to a perfect childhood and the horrors of the real world simply didn’t exist where he had lived. Leaving Colonie behind had been a sort of shock to the boy, but it had been a real eye opener, too. He knew not everyone had what he had; his parents had made that clear, but seeing the falling in houses and broken down cars as he drove through unfamiliar towns was still a surprise.

And while Widow was taught that love could be a person’s downfall, he was taught otherwise. His parents had been married a few years before he was born and even now with two sons, one almost twenty three and the other only a few months away from being nine, they were still just as happy as ever. Oh, they had their fights as every couple did and boy were they interesting with Jake less outspoken and Sophie more of a shouter, but it never took them more than a day or two to move past it and continue on in their relationship. It was a lot like the way Jason and Ana seemed to fight; Jason very rarely raising his voice while Ana was more likely to shriek when her temper got the best of her. Jason wouldn’t deny that love could hurt, though, he would be the first one to agree. But he would also say that even if you managed to get hurt or hurt each other, it didn’t mean you couldn’t work it out. Not every love story was going to have a happy ending, but one would eventually bring you to where you were suppose to be, whether or not you agree with the pain at first. If Jason hadn’t had his heart broken by his girlfriend of two years, the first woman he had ever had sex with and the one he had been certain he was going to marry in his future and they had still been together, well, he couldn’t guarantee either one of them would be as happy as they were now.

His rather bushy eyebrows rose again at her laughter, patiently waiting for an explanation. He wouldn’t deny it - he was surprised she actually didn’t mind weddings. He had just assumed since she never wanted to partake in one that she wouldn’t find them enjoyable. “They’re not too sappy for you, then?” he asked with a slightly humored look on his tired face, his dark eyes rolling a bit as she went on. The endings weren’t cheesy. Besides, he and Ana had been through hell and back with their relationship and he didn’t think there was anything they couldn’t make it through, though he had no idea what the not-so-far-off future held for him. He scoffed a bit as she went on about men taking advantage of women, rather appalled at the though. “Well I haven’t seen the movie so I don’t exactly know what you’re talking about,” he said honestly, glancing down at the white lid on his cup for a moment, before swirling it around and taking a drink. “But I can’t guarantee there’ll be a lot of that at my wedding. My two guy friends flying in from New York view the whole sex thing the same way that I do.” A little smirk crossed his face as their online conversation popped into his head. “Even if we are going against our instincts.”

Widow’s suppressed giggle slipped past Jason’s tired mind as he went on, admitting to what he had done. Glancing up at the attractive woman, an expectant look on his face as he waited for some kind of smart remark as she tended to give. The expectant expression changed to slightly confused as she grinned and spoke quietly as he hadn’t really realized he had done. It was just sort of automatic because behind all of the other emotions that seemed to be constantly in motion, there was a tiny bit of shame, something that hadn’t been there until Ana indirectly mentioned it and ever since then, it had been lurking in the midst of everything else. He knew that Ana would be the one to get the unpleasant looks when people saw the lack of a second ring on her left hand, not him, and it definitely did not make him feel great. His eyes widened a bit when she said she already knew, at first putting it on the way rumors flew around the university until he remembered she didn’t go there. A scowl crossed his face at her typical assumption, his voice a bit colder than it had been before. “This is not why we’re getting married. We were engaged before I knocked her up. Only like a week, but that’s not the point…” he muttered towards the end, shaking his head. “We aren’t together simply because we’re having a baby.” That had been the one thing he didn’t want anyone to think, though he knew it was simply automatic. “Oh, they’re only engaged because of the kid.” No. That might be the way it was with some people, but not with them. They had planned to spend the rest of their lives together before the little life began growing inside of her. Things had just taken a turn for the better after their split and after they were finally engaged and after visiting his family and on their vacation the New York City. Ana had convinced him to go out to one of the clubs dancing one night and it hadn’t taken long for her to persuade him onto the dance floor and an even less amount of time for them to be ready to head back to their hotel room and spend the rest of the night together. Between them not having sex since their breakup and being on vacation, they hadn’t had any sort of protection with them and, well, the rest isn’t hard to figure out.

A tired laugh slipped from Jason when she mentioned the name Ana had recently taken a liking to. “Relax, we don’t even know what we’re having yet. It could luck out and be a ‘he;’ she said she had a feeling that’s what it was anyways. I don’t quite get it, but I suppose that makes sense since she’s the one carrying him or her.” A small smile crossed his face as he looked up at Widow again. “And if she’s not so lucky, perhaps Ana will settle with Pippa being her middle name. Or be on another name kick by then. She seems to take a certain liking to a name for a little while before finding something else she likes.” Giving a little shrug, his eyes once more turned to the thick paper cup in his hands. Whether it turned out to be a he or a she, he couldn’t help but be excited.

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TAGS ; widow
WORDS ; 1277
OUTFIT ; the violins make no sound
NOTES ; haha they make me laugh.

[Anabel Bailey]

- - - - - With a grunt, Ana lifted yet another heavy white gown up over herself, turning to let her mother zip it up. All the dresses she was trying were a couple sizes larger than she normally needed for the purpose of trying them on. As far as alterations, Ana was still not sure what they would do, but the salesman promised something could be worked out with most of the dresses, and so Ana pictured herself eight months pregnant in each dress she tried, not so pleased with the picture. Stepping out of the little room, Ana shuffled on to the little platform to examine herself, glad this was her last dress. As much as she loved shopping, wedding dress shopping she found tiresome, though perhaps that had something more to do with the large amount of stress already on her. Not to mention that every time that image of her saying "I do" so very obviously pregnant popped into her head a heavy sigh would leave her lips and a lot of her wedding excitement went with it. The only reason she didn't ask Jason if they could move the date was that she hated to shy from something she had done to herself; responsibility, however, was beginning to lose its appeal. Meeting her reflection in the mirror, though, she had to smile to herself as she modified her look in her mind to include her stomach and the gown being the black much more traditional in her mother's culture that Ana had always wanted. Even if her wedding might not be how she'd always hoped and pictured, at least the most important piece would not be missing: Jason.

- - - - - Letting her mother unzip her in the main dressing area as the salesman appeared rather gay anyway, she padded into the curtained off dressing room, letting the white silk and tulle fall. Letting out a big sigh, she handed the dress to her mom when she ducked her head in to ask for it. Taking her strapless bra off she placed it in her purse and put on the turquoise one instead, not a fan of strapless bras especially considering the additional cup size she'd grown being pregnant, before putting on the rest of her clothes and accessories and finger-combing her long, straightened blond locks. Sitting down she slid her feet into a pair of rather tall heels and did the buckle before shouldering her chain covered black bag. Even pregnant she still had a definite edge to her look. Stepping out of the room she thanked the salesman and gave his hand a shake, sure now that he was gay by how incredibly soft his hands were, before heading out the door. Giving her mom a hug and customary kiss on both cheeks, Ana headed to her sleek black car. Pulling out onto the road, Annie thought at first to head home, before deciding she'd rather drag her errands running out. Jason was studying and he'd probably want a bit of space for a while when he finished. As much as she was loving all the time they'd been spending together recently, she knew he didn't have a lot of time for himself and the last thing Annie aspired for was to smother him.

- - - - - She actually didn't have a particular stop in mind before she saw the Starbucks sign and her tummy rumbled. She might not be able to drink any of the coffees or teas, not without Jason flipping if he found out, but she could at least get a snack. Flicking on her blinker she turned in, managing to miss Jason's car as she parked, caught up in her Blink-182 jam session. Jason could protect their baby's ears all he wanted to; Ana was much more intent, at least secretly, on giving their kid a love of punk rock, grunge, and alternative. Getting out from behind the wheel, Annie reached for her purse and headed into the building, her hips swaying from her heels, despite the pregnant belly masked by her loose grey tank. Allowing the businessman in front of her to get the door for her, and rewarding him with a flirtatious look that of course meant truly nothing with him being old enough to be her dad. It had just kind of become a reflex to get her way. If it didn't mean anything, there was nothing wrong with it, the way she saw it, anyway. Sashaying into line, letting the man go first as he'd been there before her and was probably in much more of a hurry, Annie waited, selecting what she wanted off the menu so she wouldn't look stupid when she got to the front of the line. She hadn't been in a Starbucks since she'd found out she was pregnant, so finding something suitable was a bit more difficult than usual.

- - - - - Finally making it to the front of the lengthy line of mostly college students, she flashed a little smile at the barista. "Um, a venti hot chocolate with nonfat milk and whipped cream and... a raspberry muffin," the blond ordered, completely aware it was a less than healthy combination. Honestly though, she needed the weight, at least according to her doctor, so watching her weight was for once not a concern for her. She was only up to one hundred ten as of yesterday, anyway. Taking her muffin and hot chocolate with a smile when it was set on the counter she headed for a little table by the window before swearing she had heard her fiancé's laugh and turning to find him sitting there on one of the couches facing the other way with some slutty, yet classy looking brunette, if that were even possible. She soured for only a brief moment before reminding herself to get over it, that what had happened months ago would not happen again and anyway not with someone like that. Or at least, she liked to think not. Jason shot generally for more innocent types, excluding, obviously, her, and Ana still wasn't exactly sure how that had worked out anyway. Especially now that she was pregnant, though, she was a little more possessive than usual, but she had expected that.

- - - - - Heading over his way she walked behind him, her heels her giveaway against the tile, but before he could turn she managed to duck her head close to his to murmur in his ear, "Hey, sexy." It was really meant to be more of a distraction if, in fact, he was eying the brunette, and after last night, well, he deserved it anyway. Sitting herself gently in his lap, which was half possessive and half just because she wanted to, she gave him a quick little kiss on the lips before leaning back against him and smiling a bit, chirping a simple, "Hi," at the woman on the coffee table. Her face was vaguely familiar but she definitely couldn't place her as she took a sip of her hot chocolate, licking the whipped cream off her lip once she'd swallowed the hot liquid.

- - - - - L Y R I C S . dammit - blink-182
- - - - - W O R D S . twelve oh five
- - - - - O U T F I T . i'm flailing now
- - - - - C A R . chevy cobalt
- - - - - N O T E S . i broke the rules of tagging, so if it's a problem lemme know. =)