Post by mac on Nov 27, 2016 3:11:28 GMT
Arthur knew, by the rays of sun filtering in through the window, that it was probably early in the morning. It had to be 7 or 8 AM right now. He wasn’t surprised when she said she wanted water, but when she said she didn’t know what kool-aid was he blinked. ”You’ve never heard of kool-aid? Seriously?” he asked, though given her pallet it wasn’t that surprising. It was just odd she’d never heard about it. ”it’s basically water and sugar. It’s really cheap. And popular with kids.” though knowing Thomas and Olivia, they probably never bought their baby girl anything so cheap. He wondered if chefs made their own drinks. No, they probably drank normal things. Did they make their own tea and things like that?
Deciding not to dwell on that thought too much – it didn’t really matter – Arthur helped Chardonnay up and looked at her. She seemed more balanced now, but still kind of nervous. She didn’t pull away from him, yet, and he didn’t tell her to stop touching him. It was nice to be touched, and besides, the fact she wasn’t recoiling from him helped make him think maybe she really did miss him, and want to give him a chance to be a boyfriend.
When she mentioned her appointment, Arthur blinked. So, he was invited to go to the appointment? He didn’t know if that was a personal thing, or a thing he could go to. But the thought of actually going to a doctor’s appointment with her was – well – something he knew would make this more real.
”Uh. Yeah. If you don’t mind, I want to.” He said. He did want to go, and learn more about what was happening inside of her. He glanced down at her stomach, still unable to comprehend that there was something in there. He just didn’t buy it. Which also brought a thought to his mind – he bit his lip and looked at Chardonnay. He squeezed her arm just a little, as his heart rate picked up. ”And – well, I also have to tell my sister about this. So that’s going to be – “ he looked away from her and slowly led the way towards the kitchen, running his free hand through his hair. ”She’s –oh, she’s going to be mad. I’ll probably tell her tonight or tomorrow so – if you wanted to be there I mean – to make sure I’m alive for that appointment in the first place,” he cleared his throat and felt a flush rising to his ears and cheeks. ”If you don’t want to though I get it. I mean – I get it. You told your parents alone. I just, I don’t know.”
Once in the kitchen, Arthur grabbed the pitcher from the fridge and poured a glass of water for Chardonnay, resting it on the counter. He exhaled. ”I just don’t really want to be alone,” he admitted, finally looking over at Chardonnay.