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Fight Fire With Fire; James/OFC, Het, 1999
Topic Started: February 17, 2013, 12:58 pm (18,420 Views)
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I don't know if James was seeing it as good that Ruth's mum will be around just because it means he can feel less guilty about being away. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt on this one!

These twins are causing trouble already though!

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Between Autumn and Winter, not much had changed. Except the size of my belly. My mom and Tom had found a condo in Tiburon thanks to one of Tom's friends so that meant I didn't have to go house hunting with her. Despite her moving here, I didn't see as much of her as I thought I would have. But we spent Christmas together as one big happy family in our house with my dad included. 

My due date also drew nearer; only three weeks away now. We decided against finding out the sex of the babies again. James had stopped sleeping in our bed about two weeks ago because he was afraid of hitting off me during the night since I was bigger than I was at nine months with Ollie. But even though I had a king sized bed to myself, I wasn't sleeping any more than usual. Twice the number of babies also meant twice the amount of kicking and getting up twice as often to use the bathroom. I also started to worry more the closer I got but James was as cool as ever. 

"Hey, baby" he came into our room already fully dressed and laid beside me. "You okay?"

"It's gonna hurt isn't it? Like, double the pain" 

"I can't say for sure because you may have noticed I don't have a vagina but I was thinking the opposite. The first baby might hurt yeah, but then the second one would come out real easy" 

I laughed at his logic. "I'm not sure if that's how it works. Is Ollie still asleep?"

"Yeah. I thought he'd be up because it's his birthday but let's just be happy he's quiet" 

"What time is everyone coming over?"

"Around one or two"

"Is Lars bringing his kids?"

"Yeah. It'll give Ollie someone to play with so he won't just be surrounded by grown ups. He keeps threatening to by Ollie a drum kit for his birthday though" 

"Oh god. That'd be the last thing we'd need" 

"I think he's just saying it to piss me off" 

I rolled off the bed and onto my feet. I stretched and ignored the twinge in my back that had been there a lot in the past few weeks and headed to the bathroom to take a shower to prepare for a long day ahead. 

When I came out from the shower Ollie was in our room, full of energy for just after 9am. He jumped off the bed and ran to me. 

"Do you know what day today is?" I teased while he nodded excitedly. 

"My birthday!" 

"Yep so do you wanna come help me get everything ready for your party?" he nodded and bolted down the stairs ahead of me. 

"Did you get his present set up?" I asked James. 

"Yeah I did it last night before I went to bed" 

I went down to the kitchen and started to lay out snacks for everyone to eat later. It took a lot of will power to not eat them all myself. The whole time I prepared food in the kitchen Ollie watched me intently. I had a feeling he was itching to ask where his present was but didn't want to be a burden. When James came down he did the exact same thing to James. 

"You want your surprise now?" his son's eyes lit up hearing those words. "C'mon"

"Be careful" I told them with both of them rolling their eyes back at me. 

Ollie slid off his chair and followed James out to the back garden where his huge new trampoline was waiting. Thankfully the idea of getting a dog had left his mind a while ago. I watched as James lifted him onto it and he started jumping. It wasn't long before James took off his shoes and joined him. Something I loved was that their smiles were identical. 

It was a good hour and a half before both of them came in and I had just about everything ready. 

"What do you say?" James told him holding his shoulders. 

"Thanks, mom" he looked up at me smiling and hugged my legs. 

"You're welcome, honey" 

By mid afternoon the party was in full swing. A table full of presents in colorful wrapping paper for Ollie had accumulated in the living room while he was occupied playing with Lars' son on the trampoline with James keeping an eye on them. We decided it was best to let them play before they ate so there was no bellyaches. Anytime I looked Lars seemed to be in deep conversation with Tom. I guessed they were discussing his Elvis gig. 

"Need a hand with anything?" Lars approached me in the living room while I sorted out Ollie's presents. I hardly saw him since James was off for so long. 

"Nah I'm good, thanks. How are you?" 

"Great. Ready for double trouble?" he pointed to my belly. 

"I think so. It's fun having kids and all but I just want them out of me at this stage. It's sad when your husband has better legs than you" I laughed. 

"What are you gonna do while we're away? Three kids under five is a lot. Especially newborns" 

"Well I've got my mom and dad here so I have help if I really need it but James gave me his word that he won't let me struggle so...when do you start touring again?" Since Lars was usually the driving force behind tour dates I figured he'd be the person to ask. 

"June. Summer festivals here and there. Then we start recording the new stuff but that's just at HQ so he'll have no excuse to not help with diaper changing" 

"Trust me, his super sperm landed us with twins so he won't be spared diaper duty! Can you do me a favor and call them in please? It's cake time" 

I got the cake out of the fridge and put three candles in it while Ollie sat at the table grinning smugly like a king. A round of cheering erupted and a chorus of happy birthday was sung before he blew his candles out and everyone got a slice of cake. Or in my case, three slices. 

The rest of the party was pretty chilled out and not as wild as I was expecting it to be. The kids seemed to tire themselves out as the day winded down and by 6.30 it was just the three of us in the house. James tidied up the kitchen while I helped Ollie unwrap his gifts that he got spoiled with that included books, action figures, more dinosaurs and some arts and crafts things. 

"Did you have a good day?"

"Yeah" he yawned and rubbed his eyes. 

"Tired now?" 

He shook his head to assure me he wasn't but he was definitely fighting the tiredness. James gave him a bath and put him to bed soon after. I chilled out in front of the tv for a while before James came down and sat beside me with his arm around me. 

"I think today went pretty well. No puke or broken bones" 

"Yeah it was fun. Thanks for setting his trampoline up. I wish I could have had a turn but well..." I pointed to my belly. He shifted a little to put his hand on my bump. "Stay with me tonight?" 

"I don't know...I don't want to hit off you. The bed was made for two not four"  

"Please?"

"Okay" he smiled. "Do you even get any sleep with them kicking like that?" he stared at his hand. 

"Yeah. They usually wear themselves out around 3am" 

"Probably all that sugar from the cake" he laughed. "I'm gonna take a shower" 

When I heard the shower running I went to the kitchen and finished off the last of the birthday cake. I finished and washed the fork so James wouldn't be any wiser. I shuffled back to the living room and got the sudden urge to pee but it went away when I sat down. 

"Comin' upstairs, Ruth?" James yelled from the stairs. When I turned and looked he was wearing only his boxers. It wasn't an offer I was about to refuse so I turned the tv and lights off and climbed the stairs. 

I reached our room and the same urge returned only this time I couldn't hold it but before I made it to the bathroom and as crude as it sounds, my pants were wet and I couldn't stop it. 

"Shit" James saw and hurried to the closet to find some pants. "I think these two wanna come out sooner than expected" I told him holding onto the dresser. 

"It's gonna be fine, don't you worry" he assured me finally dressed. "What about Ollie?" 

"We'll have to wake him and bring him to your dad's" he said disappearing into Ollie's room. A slight pain was now present in my stomach. "You okay to walk?" he came out with Ollie drowsy on his hip. 

"Yeah" 

He held my hand as we walked down the stairs and set off for the hospital three weeks early. 
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I knew it!! She will have the babies in the same day as Ollie!! 3 birthdays, thats crazy.
Hope that all goes ok witb ber and twins.
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Oh shiiiiiit. So not envying Ruth's situation right now - James or not!

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Everything seemed to take forever; the drive to my dad's, James taking Ollie inside and telling my dad what was going on, red lights lasted a lifetime and even James talking to me telling me everything was going to be fine seemed to be slowed. I wasn't paying much attention to any of it. All I was thinking was that these babies had to be okay because we had made it this far. 

But as soon as we got to hospital and stepped through those double doors, things sped up. A nurse got sat me in a wheelchair and brought me to the maternity unit on the third floor while James followed. We had a small private room and I changed into a hospital gown and by the time I was on the bed with an IV in my arm, contractions were coming on strong. 

A nurse kept making note of my vitals and informed us that they were super busy tonight so a doctor would be with us when he or she was free. I could tell James was thinking that it wasn't good enough by the way he breathing heavy breaths but I thought he was more nervous just like I was because I could actually see the sweat on his hands. 

I got sick of the monotony of my blood pressure been taken and my heart rate monitored every twenty minutes. I'd hardly said two words to anybody since I'd arrived at the hospital. I just didn't want a repeat of my first pregnancy. I wanted all of this to be over and for us to be at home. 

Three hours later a fresh faced, smiley doctor with a thick English accent finally came to see us. 

"Mr and Mrs. Hetfield?" he confirmed and flicked through my chart on the end of the bed. "Right. So your waters broke and you came in and you've been having contractions, yes?" 

"Yeah" I replied weakly. 

"And you're also three to four weeks premature?" he furrowed his brows. "Not uncommon with twins but let's do an ultrasound and check you out shall we?" 

A nurse prepared me for an ultrasound as the doctor double checked my charts again. I was so tired. If it wasn't for the pain I was in I would have fallen asleep. 

James held my hand as the doctor looked at the screen of the ultrasound. His face wasn't as happy as it had been when he first came into the room. 

"Okay" he turned to us. "One of the babies is not head down which would make for a very difficult natural delivery. So I think it'd be best if we were to give you an epidural now and deliver the twins by Caesarian section. In my opinion it's the safest option for the three of you. Have either of you any questions or objections?" 

"I have a question" James spoke. "Even though they're early, everything will be alright when they're born won't it?" 

"One can only wait and see Mr. Hetfield but I assure you that your wife and kids will be in the best hands possible" 

Just after 12am I was prepped and ready for surgery. The most painful part so far was the needle in my spine for the epidural. I hadn't gotten one with Ollie so the pain was a shock. James was allowed to stay beside me the whole time but he had to wear one of those surgical gowns. I don't know if it was the gas or what but I couldn't help thinking the greeny-blue color suited him. 

"At least you don't have to worry about the pain now" he told me. 

"Alrighty, Ruth. We're almost ready to begin" the doctor told me. Thankfully I couldn't feel it but apparently they were working on me. 

"We'll be fine" James whispered in my ear and stroked my hair. 

"Here is your son, Ruth" The doctor held up a whimpering, small baby then handed him to the nurse. That was quick. "And a little girl for you both" I hardly got a look at her before she was taken to the side to be cleaned. 

James stood up with hands on his head and let out a sigh of relief. When he turned around he was handed his daughter. A few seconds her brother was placed in my arms. They were smaller than Ollie but no less lively. Both of them kept pulling funny faces. 

Both if the babies were taken off us and I was put back together.  I felt so strange, having gone from three people to just one in two minutes.  From the operating room, I went to a recovery room where I was left alone for around half an hour and James followed the babies. We still weren't told if everything was okay or not. I put my hand on my now relatively flat belly. It was weird not having the babies punching and stretching inside me but I was glad they were out. 

"Hey" James came into the room. "How are you feeling?" he leaned down to hug me and I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

"I'm alright. How are the babies? They okay?" his face dropped a little when I asked about them. 

"The nurse said because they were premature they have to stay in the babies ICU because babies that were born early have some trouble maintaining their body sometimes. But other than that they're okay" he smiled a tired smile. 

"How long do they have to stay there?" 

"At least a week, maybe a little more" 

"So we can't hold them or anything?" 

He shook his head. "There's holes in their incubators so we can touch their hands and stuff" he stared at the ground before glancing at me for less than a second. 

"I'm gonna go get some coffee. I'll be back" 
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Aww babies! A boy and a girl.

But what is up with James... he seemed a little off at the end of the chapter.
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Yeah I hope that there's nothing bad with them! A boy and a girl, such a cute couple :3

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:( Hope they come through from the ICU OK.

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I woke up after around three or four hours sleep. It was raining hard against the window. The nurse came in to give me some breakfast but I didn't feel like eating. I wanted to go and see my babies but I decided to wait until James got here. We agreed that we wouldn't bring Ollie to see his new brother and sister yet. We wanted to wait until we knew what was going on ourselves before trying to explain it to a three year old. 

At 12pm James still hadn't arrived. I hadn't even got my cell to call him. Normally in situations like this he was by my side but not today it seemed. I hoped everything was okay with him. He didn't tell me he was leaving last night, when I woke up around 3am he was gone but obviously I wanted him to get some rest too. When a nurse came in I asked if I could use the hospital phone. 

"All the pay phones are on the ground floor and I don't think it's wise for you to be moving around just yet, not until your husband gets here anyway. Have you thought of or discussed any names for the babies yet?" 

"Oh. Um...no, not yet" it was only that she mentioned it I remembered we hadn't considered names yet. 

"Well you've got lots of time" she smiled. 

"Are they okay?" 

"They're doing fine" was all she said and then she left. 

Two in the afternoon rolled around. There was still no sign of James. I continued to stare out of the window and watch the rain drip down the pane until finally he walked through the door. 

When he leaned down to hug me I burst into tears. 

"Whoa. What's wrong? Is everything okay?" he asked suddenly worried. 

"Yeah. I just thought you weren't coming" 

"Yeah sorry about that. You're dad had to do stuff today so I had to ring your mom and get her to take Ollie which meant driving to Tiburon and back...but I'm here now" he sat down on a chair beside my bed. "How are you feeling?" 

"Okay" I said wiping my face. "A little tired. What did you tell Ollie?"

"I told him that you were in the hospital because you had the babies and then he started to cry because he wanted to come see you but he calmed down after a while. I think he understands. Have you gone to see them?" 

"No. I was waiting for you" 

"I'll go ask a nurse if we can see them" 

A nurse walked us down the corridor to where the babies were. She told us we could stay as long as we liked but not to make too much noise. 

They were in incubators beside each other. One wearing a blue hat and the other wearing a pink one. Both wore diapers and slept on their backs. They were smaller than Ollie when he was born. Some dark hair poked out from underneath the hats. James put his hand in and gently stroked his daughter's fingers with his thumb. He did the same to his son then pulled me to him. 

"Names?" I asked against the warmth of his sweatshirt. 

"I have some ideas. You thought of any?" he whispered. 

"How about you can name her and I'll name him?" 

"Okay. I think Grace for her" 

"That's nice. And Aaron for him?" 

"Grace and Aaron then?" 

"I think they work" 

"Good thing they look like you this time" 

"Not really" 

"They have your lips and dark hair. They couldn't look more like you!" he laughed an it echoed around the room. 

"They both have your nose though" 

We stayed there for a while longer just looking at them; the dimples in their hands, their fingernails and  their chests rising and falling as they breathed. I couldn't wait to get them home.  

After an hour or so down their we went back to my room. 

"So was my mom asking a billion questions when you got their?" 

"Not really. She was pretty calm about the whole thing. I was more stressed out than she was" 

"Did you sleep when you got home?" 

"A little"  

"Mrs. Hetfield?" The doctor that operated on me stuck his head in the door and interrupted us. "Okay if I check on you?" 

"Uh...sure" I agreed and James moved closer to me. 

"How are you feeling? Have you been moving around?" he asked feeling my belly. 

"I'm a little sore. We just walked down the corridor" 

"Seems like you're healing up okay. There's no reason why you shouldn't be out of here in a few days" 

"And what about the babies?" 

He paused and looked through their charts. "The likelihood is you'll be out of here before they will. We're just trying to get them to maintain their body temperature on their own before you can take them home. It's standard procedure, I assure you" he smiled. 

"But other than that they're fine?" James said. 

"Yes. We'll tell you if there's anything else you need to know. I'll check on you again tomorrow" 

The doctor left the room and James slumped in his seat. "Ugh" he groaned and rubbed his face. 

"What's wrong?"

"I just have a bad feeling..." 

"He said everything is alright though" 

"But you shouldn't be home before them. We should be at home together" he growled. 

"Calm down. It'll be--"

"What? It'll be okay? We're gonna have to keep coming up here to see them and--" 

"Yeah? So?" 

"Nothing's ever fucking straight forward!" he shouted so loud it startled me. 

"That's called life, James" I looked at and his leg bobbed up and down as if he was simmering and was about boil and explode any second. "Look, I know this isn't an ideal situation to be in but we're just going to have to deal with it. You can't just fly off the handle because things didn't turn out how you planned you know?"

"Are you saying that all this is about me?" 

"I never said that" I said quietly not want to start a screaming match in a hospital room. 

"Well I think I deserve to be a little selfish right now since the last eight months have been all about you!" 

"Excuse me?" 

"It was ME getting up to play with Ollie when you were tired, ME that had to deal with your mood swings and cravings and now it's ME again!" 

"Will you please stop shouting. This is supposed to be a happy time; a week ago you couldn't wait for the babies to be born so you could have your big family" 

"This is NOT how things were supposed to be!" 

"And it's not my fault" he looked at me as if what I was telling him was wrong. "I haven't got the energy for an argument so if you're going to keep shouting you better just leave" 

And he did. 
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I don't like how James is acting. He is being really selfish. I can't believe some of the things he said. God men can be so dense. I want give Ruth a hug. She doesn't need this now. Update soon please.
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Uh... What happened here?? James you were a total dick. :angry

I hope that theres only the stress for the babys what made him act like that. Calm down, James.

I dont like the feeling that Ruth have about the babies, cause Im feeling too!!

Update soon!!
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I know James was a bit of a dick but it's a tough situation and everyone is allowed one moment of losing it like he did. But he's had his moment now so he needs to not act like that again. So unfair to not be supportive to Ruth through all this. I really hope he gets some perspective and gets his act together.

More!! :heart:
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James didn't come to visit me the next day in hospital. Or the day after. I had gone to see the babies by myself. Looking at their blue eyes for hours made me want him there beside more than ever. I went down to the ground floor every day to use the phones but he didn't pick up his cell phone or the phone in the house no matter what time of day I called. On the day the doctor gave me the all clear to go home, I said goodbye to the twins until tomorrow and my dad came to give me a ride. 

The car ride to the house was a little tense. He knew something was up. So did I. He made casual conversation and asked how the babies were. He also told me Ollie was still with my mom and that he had to bring fresh clothes for him to my mom's because she couldn't get in touch with James. 

"Call me if you need anything, honey" he told me as I got out of the car. 

I put my key in the door and opened it. I dropped my bag in the hallway and a smell hit me that I wasn't expecting. It smelled like a teenager's musty bedroom. 

"James?" I called out but didn't get an answer. 

I heard the tv on in the living room. The light was still on in the kitchen even though it was bright outside, there was an empty pizza box and a bottle opener on the counter. My heart sank but I shut my eyes tight and prepared myself for what I might find in the living room. 

I found him curled up on the couch with the hood of his sweatshirt pulled up. There was a large bottle of vodka that was three quarters empty on the floor and around twenty empty beer bottles on the coffee table. 

I moved his legs off the couch in a swift motion so he'd wake up and so I could sit down. 

"Fuck..." he moaned still in an awkward position on the couch. He pulled down his hood and avoided eye contact with me. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was pale. 

"Enjoy yourself? Pizza and beer, looks like a pretty good night in, huh?" 

"I was just trying to sleep. I hadn't slept in three days" 

"Bullshit" I laughed sarcastically. "If you'd have wanted to sleep you'd have taken a bath to relax or gone to a doctor to get a sleeping pill. This" I pointed to the bottles. "Is the height of selfishness. Did you think of your three kids while you were doing this? Do you even know where Ollie is right now?" 

"Of course I do. He's with your dad" 

"No he's not. My dad had to come pick me up from the hospital because you weren't answering the phone because you were having too much fun here" 

"You think this was fun? Do you think two days of sitting here thinking of what a shit dad your kids is gonna have is fun? Do you think being weak is fun? Does being the world's biggest fuck up sound fun? Because if it does, you're very, very wrong" 

"Were you going to tell me if I didn't find you?" 

"Honestly? No I wasn't" he said coldly. 

"You think you could binge one time and stop again?" 

"I don't know!" he yelled getting irritated. "It was like everything was screwing itself up so I might as well do it too" he said while straightening himself up on the couch. 

"Why? You're better than this. You proved that to me years ago" 

"Yeah, well maybe I'm not" 

"No. You're not getting off on this by feeling sorry for yourself" I calmed myself and picked up the phone. "Here's what you're going to do; you're gonna call your sponsor and arrange a meeting and you're gonna go to that meeting because until you get this sorted, I'm going to see the kids on my own. Then you're going to clean this place up and pour every drop of alcohol down the drain. Understand?" I handed him the phone. 

He dialled the number and moved to the kitchen to make the phone call. Their conversation lasted about ten minutes and I sat on the couch and had a flashback to our first pregnancy and I didn't like it. 

I left the living room and went up to our bedroom and curled into a ball on the bed before James came out from the kitchen. I heard the clinking of bottles from downstairs and it tore me up to know he drank again and also that he wasn't going to tell me if I hadn't come home when I did. A part of me felt responsible for it. 

When I closed my eyes, all the happy memories seemed to be replaced by darker ones early on in our relationship. It was as if past demons were returning. 

A knock on the door woke me up from a nap. 

"Can I get some clothes?" he asked with a hoarse voice and he was holding a bag. 

"Where are you going?" 

"My sponsor said I should go stay with him for a few days to talk stuff over and sort this mess out. He's picking me up in a little while" 

"And what about the twins? You haven't even asked about them" 

"I'll come with you to see them...if you want me to" he swallowed hard. "Just tell me when. I need to put this right before they come home. This is probably asking a lot but can you not tell anyone about this? Please?" he begged. 

"I'll have to tell my mom and dad; they'll need to know why you're not here" 

"Can't you tell them I'm doing emergency band stuff in New York or something?" 

"You've given up the band for family before. They won't buy it. Especially with two newborns...is this my fault?" 

"No. It's not your fault" he sat down on the bed. "You're not the one who put the bottle to my lips" 

"Then why did you do it?"

"Stress, feeling sorry myself...it was a moment of madness" 

"How do I know you won't do it again?"

"Because I didn't like it but when you have an addictive personality it sucks you in and you keep going...and I guess you don't really know. But you'll have to trust me...if I still have any of your trust left"

"You knew I'd need you around though. We're married with three kids now. Are we not enough for you? Do you need something else?"

"You're more than enough. I don't realize what I've got sometimes" he sighed and got up off the bed. "Tell Ollie I had to go to work for a few days and tell your parents I'm sorry. Again" he hastily put random clothes into the backpack he had and went back downstairs. 

I stayed where I was and called my mom. Under doctor's orders I wasn't to be on my own in case anything happened. 

"Hey, mom" I tried my best to put on a brave front and not sound emotionally wiped out. 

"Hi, honey. Are you home?"

"Yeah just got home around an hour ago. Um, could you bring Ollie over?" 

"Sure" 

"And maybe bring some clothes to stay over because...I might need a little help" my voice betrayed me and broke. 

"Ruth, is everything okay?" 

"I'll explain when you get here but I need you to stay for...for a while" 

"I'm on my way" 

I hung up before I cried down the phone. I wiped my face and went downstairs. James was standing in the hallway with his bag. I sat on the bottom step and spoke. 

"How long do you think you'll be gone?" 

"A few days like I said" 

"My mom's coming over...you know, to help out" he nodded at his feet. 

"I'll put this right, Ruth. I promise" A car beeped outside. "I have to go" he said grabbing his keys and I gave him a half assed smile I didn't feel he deserved. All tenderness had been put aside it seemed. There was no goodbye hug or kiss, no I love you or warm words at all. I felt like the carpet was slowly being pulled from underneath me. 
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NNooooo!!! AHHH!

What have you done??? *takes out baseball bat*
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Aw James, James, James. Ugly issues raising their heads again :( .

I'm crossing my fingers for him getting (and staying) back on the wagon, the twins coming home and then everything going back to being happy because I feel so sorry for Ruth at the moment.

Can't wait for another update! :heart:
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