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| jaymzbabe | May 8, 2013, 1:49 pm Post #181 |
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How has it taken me soooo long to comment. I love this story and I'm solo happy that they are having a baby
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| -DJ- | May 9, 2013, 2:02 pm Post #182 |
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The comments make my day, girls Things in Metallica land were moving pretty fast. Around a month and a half later bass player auditions were being held at HQ. James and I still managed to keep my pregnancy a secret because my bump was easily hidden by a baggy hoodie and no one asked any questions. The rehearsal space was packed with fans and potential bassists. I was run off my feet giving basses to everyone, making sure everyone was plugged in and seeing that everyone had what they needed to play. I hardly saw James at all except for performing. During a rendition of Seek and Destroy with an unfamiliar bassist, I slipped out to the kitchen to chill for a bit. It was far too hot in the other room with all the people in there. I rested my head on folded arms on the table and tried my best not to fall asleep. “Ruth?” Bob patted my shoulder and I sat up. “Uh…I think this might be yours?” he handed me a yellow appointment card for the maternity part of the hospital that must have fallen out of the pocket of my jeans. Crap. I couldn’t really deny it being mine since my name was on it. “Yeah it is…thanks” “Got something you guys haven’t told us about?” he smiled. “Kind of” “You and James, right?” “Yeah” “Wow. That’s awesome” “Can you do me a favor and not tell anyone? We hadn’t planned on telling anyone yet” “My lips are sealed. Just be glad that it was me that found it and not Lars or else half of California would know by now” he laughed. “Thanks again” “No problem. You make sure you take it easy now. I gotta get back in there but I’ll talk to you later” I looked at the appointment card and realized it was for today at 4.30pm. James had agreed to stay later at HQ despite his schedule to sort out the bass players. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go down with the rest of the guys. I heard cheering from the rehearsal room and presumed the song was over so I could get to James. I saw him through a crowd of people and pushed my way through to get to him. “Oh hey” he grinned when he saw me. “What do you think of that guy?” “Yeah, he’s good. Listen, I need to talk to you for a second” We made our way back out through the crowd with James holding my hand, guiding me through the sea of people. We got up to his office and sat on the couch. “We have a hospital appointment for 4.30 today” I told him. “Are you sure?” “Yeah, positive” I showed him the small appointment card. “Crap. I’ll have to make up an excuse to get out of here early. Ugh, Lars is going to be pissed” he said rubbing his eyes under his glasses. “Oh…and Bob knows that we’re having a baby” “How? Did you tell him?” “No. I dropped that card and he picked it up for me. He said he won’t tell anyone” “We’ll see how that plan works out. Are you feeling alright to get back down there?” “Yeah I’m good” We walked back downstairs together and ran straight into Lars. I saw James tense up a bit. “Congrats, man” he placed his hand on James’ back. “You know?” he whispered to Lars. “Don’t you know how bad Bob is at keeping secrets?” he laughed. “Congrats to you too, Ruth!” he high-fived me. “I won’t tell anyone else I promise. I told Bob to try and keep is shut too” “Well since you know now, we have an appointment for a scan at 4.30 so can I split a little early?” “Yeah sure. I think we’ll be finished before that anyway because only that dude from Marilyn Manson has to audition now” I cleared up the rehearsal area as best I could when everyone had left. The wires were big piles of black spaghetti on the floor and were testing my patience trying to untangle them. I asked Zach if he could handle cleaning the rest up since I had a not-so-secret appointment that James just happened to have too and he was fine with it. I found James and we headed out the door to go to the hospital but Kirk stopped us first. He stared at us with an eyebrow raised and a you-better-explain-right-now look on his face. “So who told you then?” James asked, sighing. “Lars” “For Christ’s sake! Can anything be kept a secret around here?!” he shouted. “How come you didn’t tell me first?” Kirk sulked. “It’s not a competition, Kirk! We weren’t going to tell anyone for a while yet. Bob found out and blabbed to Lars and well, you know what happens once he knows anything” “Right. Well, hope everything works out for you guys this time around” “Bye, Kirk” I waved. After the scan at the hospital we breathed another sigh of relief because everything was looking good. We went shopping for baby supplies since things were a bit more concrete now afterwards and got a crib, changing table, stuff to baby-proof the house and bottles. A room was already cleared out that would be suitable for a nursery since James moved most of his stuff to HQ. When we got home James dived into setting up the changing table. He was like a kid himself with power tools and screwdrivers. I sat on the bed that was still in the room and watched because he insisted he do it himself. My input was ignored as were the instructions on how to assemble it. Once the last screw was in he stood up and inspected his work. “What do you think?” he asked wiping sweat from his forehead. “Looks good” I stood up to give it a closer inspection. I put my hand on top of the table and it collapsed through the middle even at the weight of my hand. “That’s what instructions are for, baby” I laughed while he rolled his eyes and sat on the ground beginning to dismantle the table. “Have you thought of any names yet? I think James for a boy” I said over the noise of the drill. “Nah, not James. That wouldn’t be fair on you. What about Molly for a girl?” “That’s nice. Or Keeley for a girl too” “No I don’t like that” “Fair enough. What about—“ “Fuck! I give up!” he yelled as the few pieces of wood he was screwing in place fell to the floor along with James. “Leave it. My dad is good with DIY stuff. I’ll ask him to come over and do it during the week” I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. “The kid isn’t even here yet and it’s giving me backache” Edited by -DJ-, May 9, 2013, 2:12 pm.
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| Jaymez | May 9, 2013, 2:15 pm Post #183 |
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Good chapter. Not surprising that no one could keep their mouths shut. I'm happy Lars isn't being a jerk about it! More? Pleeaazz?
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| Metal_Psyche | May 9, 2013, 6:45 pm Post #184 |
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It's obviously not easy to keep a secret at HQ! And James should just read the flippin' instructions. Looking forward to more!
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| Shayniz21 | May 9, 2013, 9:16 pm Post #185 |
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I am so happy they are having a baby! They can totally do this! I guess Lars isn't the only one who has a big mouth LOL I love this story! More soon please!
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| -DJ- | May 10, 2013, 5:01 pm Post #186 |
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*cough*filler chapter*cough* My phone vibrating woke me from sneaky nap I was taking in the guitar room at HQ on a tour case while James and the guys had a meeting with their manager in the kitchen. An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen and I cursed it for waking me up. I sat up and answered the call. “Hello?” I yawned. “Is this Ruth?” “Yeah who’s this?” “Richie!” “Oh my god! How are you?!” I almost screamed remembering when James and I went to his gig in LA. “I’m good! Married now too. So anyways, the band is playing its last gig tonight and I think it’d be pretty awesome if you could come” “Wow. I’m not sure, Rich because I’m a kinda seven months pregnant right now!” “What?! Jeez, congrats! Well I’ll put you on the guest list anyway, alright? Hope you can make it! Bye Ruth!” A call from Richie was the last thing I was expecting. And the fact his band was playing its final show because they were married now made me realize how much I had grown up since that gig. I was in a committed relationship with someone I loved and pregnant. It was a little scary actually. I’m glad James was still a kid on the inside. My thoughts of maturity were interrupted by James coming to find me with the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face. “Guess what!” he beamed. “What?!” “We’re playing a Raiders game!” he leaned down and kissed me over and over. “Whoa! That’s awesome! When?” “January” “Was this all your idea?” “No…yeah kinda but we’re doing it and it’ll be sick!” he continued to smile. I figured I’d ask him to come to the gig tonight since he was in such a good mood. “Hey, remember we went to that gig in LA like three years ago? We got really drunk then my dad found us the next morning?” “Yeah, the punk one” “Right. Well, while you were organizing your gig, my friend Rich called and the band are playing their last gig tonight and he wants us to go…wanna?” “Um…do you think that’s a good idea? I mean you’re very pregnant” he chuckled. “Yeah but it’s their last gig ever” “Why?” “Because the members are all settling down with families now. Please, please, please, please!” I poked his belly as I tried to convince him. “Alright but no moshing!” he gave in. “I love you!” When James finished at four, we started our drive to LA. We would be early for the gig leaving this early but we had to stop every now for bathroom breaks. We stood in line to get into the club and I flashed back to three years ago as the sun went down. Some things were different like me being pregnant and James and I were together but others were the same like James standing in line with a bored expression on his face knowing he wasn’t going to enjoy the music. The feeling that we’d gone through and overcome so much stuff since the last time we were here. It made me realize we worked together. I saw Richie at the top of the queue. He no longer had his six inch high Mohawk but still had his super skinny jeans and Doc Marten boots. I grabbed his arm and watched as he tried to figure out who I was. “Ruth?!” he shouted over the music. “Yeah!” “What happened to your hair?” “I could ask you the same thing!” “Guess we’re getting a little older now, huh?” “Yeah...” “I’ll forgive you for not being up front this time” he pointed to my belly. “I gotta go, Ruth. Take care!” he waved to James and I. This would be my first time at a gig standing at the back of the crowd but I didn’t mind. The only way I could rock out this time was nodding my head a bit with James arm around my shoulder holding my close and my hand was in the back pocket of his jeans. The band got two encores when they finished playing for the last time. It was the end of an era. Despite neither of us drinking now, we still went to the same bar we went to the last time we were here, The Mill. We found a booth in the corner and I got us some drinks. “Have fun tonight?” he asked as I put a glass of Coke in front of him. “Yeah and thanks for coming. But it made me think” “About what?” “With Rich’s band breaking up because they’re having families like we are. It made me feel like I have to grow up you know?” “We’ll have more responsibilities, sure. But it’ll be worth it. And it doesn’t mean we can’t do stuff like this again either. We’ll just have to schedule things a bit more” “You’re right…remember sitting here years ago?” “Kinda…we were doing shots so I don’t remember details” he admitted. “Well we can’t do shots but we can still ask questions like last time, right?” “Sure” “Okay. You start” “Hmmm. Did you ever think about me when we broke up that time?” “Yeah of course I did, all the time” I told him truthfully. “Did you ever think of me when you were all alone if you know what I mean?” he smirked and raised his eyebrow. “You don’t waste time do you?! I’m not answering that. Would you ever make a sextape?” “With you?” “Yes!” I kicked his leg under the table. “If it was a private thing then maybe. But it’d also depend on what you’d be willing to do” “What does that mean? Do you have some weird fantasy you want caught on tape?” “I might” he said coolly. “Tell me” “No. Some other time” “Please?” “No! I’m not talking like that in front of my kid!” “Must be really kinky then” “It might be” “Fair enough” I gave up because I knew he wouldn’t spill. “Who’s your celebrity crush?” “Just one?” “How many have you got?!” “Not many…I dunno…Uma Thurman. What about you?” “George Clooney” “You didn’t even have to think about that one. You must really like him” “What girl doesn’t? Come on, James” I rolled my eyes and he got up from his seat. “You’re leaving already?” “Yeah” I got up and followed him. “You’re not coming with me though” he turned around and stopped me. “What are you talking about?!” “I’m serious. 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| Jaymez | May 10, 2013, 6:33 pm Post #187 |
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That was a sweet chapter! They have all grown up a lot since the beginning of the story. I can't wait for the next chapter!!
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| -DJ- | May 11, 2013, 8:01 am Post #188 |
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Raiders Fallout Gig, Jan 2003. I sat in a trailer with James. He struggled to keep still with adrenaline already coursing through his veins and he hadn’t even picked up a guitar yet. When he got news they were going to play this small gig it was one of the few times I’d seen him smile so hard. My dad sat with us in the trailer even though he was a 49ers fan. He had stayed in the house when James had gone to HQ the past few weeks just in case I went into labor and wasn’t on my own. My due date was only a few days away now. I didn’t hang out at HQ as much as I’d have liked to but James thought it was best that I relax at home. My pregnancy was pretty smooth this time around. Morning sickness was pretty much gone now and the only down sides were the enormous appetite and that I wanted to sleep all the time. We were also prepared for the baby to come, the nursery was ready with help from my dad, we had endless supplies of everything and the baby had more clothes than I did even though it wasn’t born yet. We also agreed to keep the sex of the baby a surprise. “How many songs are you playing?” I asked him. “Five or six. We don’t have a lot of time since we’re playing in the back of a truck. How are you feeling?” “Good. But don’t blame me if I’m asleep when you get back here” “I know. Was it kicking much last night?” “Yeah, a lot” “Obviously a Raiders fan. Right, Chris?” James teased my dad who just raised his eyebrow at James over the newspaper he was reading. “Showtime, James!” Bob shouted to James from outside the trailer. “I gotta go. See you in a while” he kissed my quickly then ran out to Bob. “Alright have a good show. Love you” I got up a little while after James left and stretched my legs around the trailer. I felt something twinge in my stomach but it stopped once I started walking. “Why don’t you go and watch the show?” I asked my dad. “Yeah and be surrounded by Raider fans? No thanks. Ask them to play a 49ers game one day then I’ll watch!” he laughed. I heard him fold the paper and put it down. “Um…honey…I think you forgot to go to the bathroom or something” he said awkwardly and pointed to the seat I got up from that had a stain on the fabric. “What? No…oh shit” I grabbed my stomach as a sharp pain ran through it. “Dad…we’re gonna have to go to the hospital” “What about James? He needs to be there!” “Let him finish the set. He’s always wanted to play a Raiders game. Just make sure he knows where we are” I found someone to tell James what was happening and my dad and I fought our way through the crowd to the car park. Since we were in Oakland, it was going to be a long and painful drive. It was hot, my back hurt and the traffic sucked. I was lying across the back seat of my dad’s car with all four windows down. If my dad was still a cop we could have gotten there a lot quicker. “Can’t you show the other drivers a badge or something, dad? They’ll move out of the way then” “What?! Do you want me to hold it out of the window or something, Ruth?!” “I don’t know but this really fucking hurts!” I yelled unintentionally. When we finally arrived back in San Francisco, the nurses in the hospital were really helpful and got me into a hospital gown and hooked up to an IV and other machines in no time. My contractions were still pretty far apart but they hurt like hell when they arrived. My dad got a phone call from James saying he was on his way and that he’d be here as soon as he could. I knew my dad was pretty uncomfortable constantly being asked was he the father. It was more than awkward. When James finally arrived still in his Raiders shirt and later than expected, my contractions were getting closer together. “Thanks, Chris. You can head home if you want. I think I got this” he assured my dad. “Make sure you call as soon as I become a grandpa! Good luck, honey” James brohugged my dad and he left. “How are you doing?” he asked wiping the hair from my face. “Alright I think. How was the gi--…OHH CHRIST!” a powerful contraction struck me and I squeezed the rails of the hospital bed. “Uh…I’ll tell you later?” he looked scared at what just happened. “Is it really sore?” “Yeah. It sucks” Seven hours later I was still in labor and my contractions were frequent and at their worst. I just wanted this baby out of me and so did James. His patience were wearing thin sitting beside me watching me in pain and knowing there was pretty much nothing he could do besides tell me I was doing great. “Next contraction you get you start to push okay, Ruth?” the midwife told me and her words were like music to my ears. I gripped the metal rails of the bed again and pushed as hard as I could. Nothing. An hour of pushing later I felt like giving up. I had no physical energy left. My fingers hurt from squeezing things, my neck and back hurt from the pressure and the contractions felt like my insides were in a vice. “C’mon sweetie. One more time” James encouraged me. I gritted my teeth and pushed with everything I had left. A few seconds later I heard the first cries of our baby. “Would you like to cut the cord, sir?” the doctor asked James who just stared back at the doctor. He stood up and looked at his new baby, stunned. He wiped his eyes before he did what he was asked to do and then the baby was taken to the other side of the room to be cleaned up. “It’s a boy” he leaned down and hugged me as best he could. “Thank you so much for this” Five minutes later our son was brought over to me and I sat up so the nurse could place him in my arms wrapped up in a blanket. It was as if the earth stopped moving and a wave of love washed over me knowing that the little guy I was holding was dependent on James and I for everything. I read about child birth in books and on the internet but nothing could have prepared me for this feeling. It was perfect. I looked down to take him in properly and all the funny faces he was making. He already had lots of light blond hair and a tiny button nose. He was like a mini version of James except with brown eyes. The nurse passed him onto James and it was the happiest I had ever seen him. When his gaze locked with his son’s, he took a deep breath. I knew he was feeling the same love I was. “Thought of a name yet?” I waited as long as I could before I spoke to let him enjoy his moment. “Um…Ollie? Because we both liked Molly for a girl but he’s a boy so…” he laughed. “Yeah, I think Ollie suits him” “Today was so awesome. A show at a Raiders game and a son. I think 2003 is going to be our year” |
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| jaymzbabe | May 11, 2013, 1:43 pm Post #189 |
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Awwwwww baby ollie is here and sound soooo cute
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| Sol | May 11, 2013, 3:19 pm Post #190 |
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Yeah! Ollie! I love this name and this chapter was awesome!
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| Metal_Psyche | May 11, 2013, 3:41 pm Post #191 |
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Yay! Mini James! Get Ollie's hair into a mohawk already
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| Jaymez | May 11, 2013, 5:04 pm Post #192 |
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Awwww! Baby Ollie! Great chapter
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| -DJ- | May 21, 2013, 8:16 pm Post #193 |
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We had been home from the hospital for just over a week now and James barely let his son out of his sight the whole time. He watched Ollie sleep most nights instead of sleeping himself when he had a chance. I was surprised he was managing to stay awake. He took on a lot of the responsibility, more than I had expected. When we were told about trying to keep Ollie to a routine in the hospital, James made sure that he did; he was fed at the same times every day, was laid down to nap at the same times and was washed at the same time. James was back at HQ today for a meeting but he was gone for longer than I expected. I couldn’t imagine him being much use since he barely slept. I sat on the couch watching a cookery show on mute with the baby monitor beside me in case Ollie started crying during his nap but he was surprisingly quiet. James’ key turning in the lock startled me. When he came into the living room he looked exhausted and sank into the couch and let out a heavy, tired breath. “Album’s done” he told me. “Awesome. Can I hear it?” “Mmhmm” he shifted and laid his head on my lap and closed his eyes. “Where’s Ollie?” “Asleep. He just went down around twenty minutes ago so don’t wake him” “’k. We got tour dates today too” he sighed. “They suck” “You like touring though” “Liked” he corrected me sharply. “It’ll be different now…and way fucking harder” “It’ll be over before you know it” I tried to comfort him but I wasn’t too keen on the idea of him touring either. Not yet anyway but I knew there was no way around it. “And I’ll have missed like, a month of my kid’s life before I know it. I’ll have missed a month of you. Babies do stuff in a month, Ruth. They grow…and stuff. I want to be around for all of it but I can’t do that” “When do you start touring?” “End of May” “That’s still ages away! We’ll have loads of time together before you leave” “I was trying to think of ways we could travel together but what are the chances of the guys wanting a crying baby on a ten hour flight to England or you could come with me but I’m not leaving my kid with a nanny or something. It doesn’t work out whatever way you look at it” “We’ll figure something out” I told him feeling totally helpless in the situation. The reality was that he was going to leave for weeks, maybe months at a time and not be around. He got up from lying down and rubbed his face. The stubble was thick on his chin and his eyes had dark circles underneath them. “You should go lie down for a while” “No. I won’t sleep tonight if I do that. Can you make me a cup of coffee please?” he kissed my cheek and went upstairs. I headed to the kitchen and started to make James a black coffee. While the machine was bubbling away, I thought back to being on tour years ago and how Lars had managed fine touring extensively even with a family waiting for him at home. Backstage he spent around seventy percent of his time on the phone to them. If that’s what James was going to do, I was fine with it. Granted he’d be missed but even a phone call or text to keep in touch would be suffice. He was needed elsewhere too and I wasn’t about to stop him. I poured the dark brown liquid into the large cup and added three spoons of sugar and stirred it. I guessed this was how he was managing to stay awake. I called for him upstairs but I didn’t want to wake Ollie so I climbed the stairs to tell him his coffee was ready. “James?” I got no answer. I passed our room and the bathroom but he wasn’t in there. When I got to Ollie’s room the door was ajar and I heard James’ deep humming coming from inside. I peaked in and he was sitting beside the crib, cradling his son in his arms. “Told you not to wake him” I walked over and sat on the arm of the chair he was sitting on. “He was already awake” he told me keeping his eyes fixed on Ollie. “I wish he was awake more” “And I wish you’d sleep more. You can’t keep going days without sleeping, James. You’ll burnout soon” “I’m fine, Ruth” “So you’ll come to bed tonight then?” “I was in bed last night” he looked at me confused. “Anytime I woke up you weren’t there” “Yeah, well…I was just checking on him that’s all” “That’s what the baby monitor is for. Look, I know you want to be around him all the time, I do too because he’s cute as hell but you’re important as well. I don’t want you falling asleep while you’re driving or something” “You know that MTV Icon thing? We’re doing that in May” he said, ignoring what I had just told him. “James, you’re not even listening to me!” “Did you make coffee?” he grunted, getting up and putting a sleepy Ollie back into his crib. “Ugh. Sleep or don’t sleep. Whatever. Don’t come crying to me when Lars is bitching at you because you were late to work because you overslept. I’m only trying to help you” I said as loud as I could, trying to get my point across without waking the baby. I left the nursery and James didn’t follow me. I figured he’d keep up his routine and watch our son sleep. I didn’t like fighting, especially over something as trivial as him not sleeping but I was just worried about him. There was a little tension between James and I for the rest of the day but both of us were too tired to argue. I went to bed as normal that night and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. “Ruth?” I rubbed my shoulder to wake me. “What’s wrong?” I mumbled into the pillow. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” “Now?” “Please” I rolled over and covered my eyes from the light that was coming from his side of the room. He was still fully dressed. “What’s up?” “I’m sorry for earlier” “Sorry for what?” “I don’t know I just…I can’t sleep but I’m exhausted” the expression on his face reminded me of the first time I had seen him in rehab; scared, tired and confused. “Are you worried about something?” “No…yes. I don’t know. I feel like I need to watch him all the time…I’m not sure how to explain it but I keep thinking something bad is going to happen. Like things have been going too smoothly for us or something. And being a dad hasn’t really sunk in yet either” “But you’re a great dad--” “And Lars and Bob and the others keep talking about how tough it’s gonna get when he starts teething and growing. It’s like they don’t think I’ll be able to handle it” he said almost in a whisper. I hated seeing him doubt himself. “I’m sure they don’t mean it like that. They’re just teasing you; that’s all. Ignore it” I smiled as best I could through the fatigue but I could tell he wasn’t really buying it. “Listen, I’m going to bring Ollie over to my dad’s tomorrow and he’ll take care of him for the day and you’re going to do nothing but sleep. Okay?” “That’s not fair—“ he tried to argue. “It is fair because you need to rest. I’m not taking no for an answer” he kicked off his boots then laid back on the bed and closed his eyes. “The parenting thing will get easier, James” “Yeah. Well, we’ll see” he yawned and turned out his light. |
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| Metal_Psyche | May 21, 2013, 8:30 pm Post #194 |
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Aw, poor James being all worried! Great update!
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| Jaymez | May 21, 2013, 11:25 pm Post #195 |
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Aww James!! My mom said that my dad behaved similarly when my older sister was born.
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I'm happy Lars isn't being a jerk about it! More? Pleeaazz?

8:41 PM Jul 10