Post by Shelby on Nov 23, 2016 13:48:15 GMT
He was only offering to be her boyfriend for the baby, or, at least, that was what Chardonnay wanted to believe. He didn't really miss her--he only said that so that she'd feel better, so that she wouldn't continue to cry right in his face. That was the only real explanation for anything. He probably felt guilty about this in some way, figured that it would be better to offer something like that so that he wouldn't feel as guilty, and decided that he was going to want to have something to do with the baby. But did he really want it? Chardonnay had only assumed so because she knew he wanted kids, but did he want a kid from her? A mistake? It had only happened because they carelessly had sex without a condom because they had been horny. There was no sentimentality to it, there was nothing romantic about it. When he had kids, he probably wanted them with someone he loved, whether or not it was planned. At the very least they'd know each other and get along. They'd figure out what to do.
But the two of them? Chardonnay wasn't sure. The fact that he was taking so long to come and talk to her only made that thought more prominent in her mind. It scared her. What if she was left alone with this baby? She couldn't do that! She... She didn't know what to do, didn't even really want the kid in the first place, but she was stuck with it. Stuck with the mistake that she and Arthur had made.
From the door, Arthur answered her question, telling her that he wasn't in a relationship. That surprised Chardonnay, but she hadn't reacted in the way she expected--relieved. Instead, she felt more tensed at the thought and... Guilty. He was the one who broke off their fuckbuddy relationship. He was the one who wanted something serious, and now? Now that was broken. She was back, but she didn't know for how long. She kept her hands covering her face with her elbows on her knees, digging into her skin, the only thing that let her know this wasn't a dream even if she still wished that it was.
She had expected to be angry with Arthur about this because just as much as this was her fault, it was his as well. He had wanted the sex too, was the one who really got her to not stop them from going at it. So why wasn't she yelling at him? Why wasn't she disgusted, threatening him with things or maybe even hurting him. Guilt, maybe, but about what she couldn't answer. Chardonnay listened to the stream of water flowing out of the faucet in the kitchen. She still had yet to say anything to Arthur, even as he finally came back to the living room and sat next to her. He was tenses, that much as obvious just by his posture and even in the way he spoke to her, making her own body tense.
The glasses were set on the coffee table, and Chardonnay let hers sit, not brave enough to put anything in her stomach, even something as simple as water. Alcohol would be great so that she could forget about this mess, but she couldn't have that for a while.
They would figure it out. It was the second time Arthur said that, and she wasn't sure if that was true. Shaking her head, Chardonnay too a deep, shaky breath and let it out. "How the hell are we supposed to figure this out?" she asked. "It's a kid--a baby." Her voice as beginning to become frantic. She finally turned and looked at Arthur, her hands still raised, barely off her face. "I-I mean... I wasn't lying when I said I took birth control--I did! A-and the morning after pill? I took that too, but it didn't work. I don't know how the fuck this happened." She was trying not to cry again. Her eyes started filling with tears, but they didn't spill. So emotional; she hated it! Especially around him. "Do you even want it?"
But the two of them? Chardonnay wasn't sure. The fact that he was taking so long to come and talk to her only made that thought more prominent in her mind. It scared her. What if she was left alone with this baby? She couldn't do that! She... She didn't know what to do, didn't even really want the kid in the first place, but she was stuck with it. Stuck with the mistake that she and Arthur had made.
From the door, Arthur answered her question, telling her that he wasn't in a relationship. That surprised Chardonnay, but she hadn't reacted in the way she expected--relieved. Instead, she felt more tensed at the thought and... Guilty. He was the one who broke off their fuckbuddy relationship. He was the one who wanted something serious, and now? Now that was broken. She was back, but she didn't know for how long. She kept her hands covering her face with her elbows on her knees, digging into her skin, the only thing that let her know this wasn't a dream even if she still wished that it was.
She had expected to be angry with Arthur about this because just as much as this was her fault, it was his as well. He had wanted the sex too, was the one who really got her to not stop them from going at it. So why wasn't she yelling at him? Why wasn't she disgusted, threatening him with things or maybe even hurting him. Guilt, maybe, but about what she couldn't answer. Chardonnay listened to the stream of water flowing out of the faucet in the kitchen. She still had yet to say anything to Arthur, even as he finally came back to the living room and sat next to her. He was tenses, that much as obvious just by his posture and even in the way he spoke to her, making her own body tense.
The glasses were set on the coffee table, and Chardonnay let hers sit, not brave enough to put anything in her stomach, even something as simple as water. Alcohol would be great so that she could forget about this mess, but she couldn't have that for a while.
They would figure it out. It was the second time Arthur said that, and she wasn't sure if that was true. Shaking her head, Chardonnay too a deep, shaky breath and let it out. "How the hell are we supposed to figure this out?" she asked. "It's a kid--a baby." Her voice as beginning to become frantic. She finally turned and looked at Arthur, her hands still raised, barely off her face. "I-I mean... I wasn't lying when I said I took birth control--I did! A-and the morning after pill? I took that too, but it didn't work. I don't know how the fuck this happened." She was trying not to cry again. Her eyes started filling with tears, but they didn't spill. So emotional; she hated it! Especially around him. "Do you even want it?"