Post by Juliet Ross on Jan 19, 2017 3:49:35 GMT
THEY THINK YOU ARE MADE OF STONE | |
THAT JUST MEANS YOU AREN'T AFRAID OF MAKING THE TOUGH CHOICES | |
TAGGED  | Juliet had never felt so guilty that it manifested in the pit of her stomach before now... or perhaps her headache and nausea were a symptom instead of an emotion. It was hard to tell, but she knew that guilt wasn’t helping. She loved Ivan... she loved him more than she could ever love herself; they had been friends her entire life—but his paranoia, his anger and his constant state of anxiety had made him impossible to handle at times. The love in the relationship turned into ager and jealousy that she knew was not his fault, but that didn’t make the fights hurt less. It didn’t make the paranoid accusations go away... She’d found herself missing the warmth her relationship once had, and that longing had pushed her into the arms of someone else. Bellamy Blake was... everything Ivan was not. In a time that Juliet didn’t even know she needed someone, he was there. Staying awake all hours talking Ivan through his own mental collapses had become exhausting and it showed. Those she worked with for the most part ignored it, but Bellamy reached out... and she took advantage. She took his concern for more and turned what was probably an innocent act into infidelity. They'd been seeing each other for weeks; stealing kisses in closets and making love in the rare moments of peace that Juliet had. They talked about life and everything that was happening-- they had secrets, but their relationship was healthier than her relationship with her husband had been for a long time. This... somehow made it easier to justify. She cared for Bellamy... but now it had gone too far. She'd returned from medical with her hand on her stomach and her eyes on the ground, trying to count the days, the weeks, the months that it had been since the last time she and her husband had made love and the fact was... they hadn't. Not for ages. She was pregnant... it was cruel and ironic. Before Ivan's collapse they'd been trying relentlessly... and now a few weeks with Bellamy... and she had everything she thought she'd wanted. Slowly, she made her way down the hall to where she knew Bell was patrolling. Without a word, which wasn't out of character for her, she took him by the hand and guided him to a large supply room. It was one of their more popluar places... only this time she wasn't bringing him here out of lust or sinful intentions. It was panic. She didn't even beat around the bush... "I'm pregnant-- and it's yours," she said without hesitation as she shut the door. Her eyes were wide, wondering how he would react. The logical thing to do would be to abort the pregnancy, but she couldn't. Not now. She'd wanted a baby for so long... not like this, but it was still a baby to her. "I know it's not... Ivan's. I haven't been with anyone else but you... I don't... know what to do about it." |
pyxis ★
