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@autumn-bradford
You all are insane. This whole mess is going to blow up in our faces.
I’m glad you think so.
Thank you, then. For supporting me. I would like you to go with me. Especially since it’s half yours anyway.
“Maybe if you’d asked a question, I could answer it, Autumn, but you didn’t so here we are…”
“And I was the one who dropped a bomb? Excuse me?”
Me? I just want you to be happy. I mean, kids are great and I love having Lyanna around. I’m sure I’d love our baby even more, don’t tell her that though, but I understand the other side of it as well. I’m not exactly reliable right now, I get beat up, I’ve been shot before. I’m not what people picture when they think “dad”, but then again I guess neither was Marcel. And god. He’d do anything for his little girl. And I think that’s what I’d want to be in that situation.
So… I mean like I said, ultimately it’s your choice. But if you decide you want this right now, I’m in for the long haul. If you don’t want to be a baby mama, you don’t have to. You could be more than that. But also, if you decide you don’t want to bring a baby into this mess of a world I get that too.
...That’s a good answer, Isaac.
“Chocolate strawberries are a good gift option. They’re something healthy dipped in chocolate. What’s not to love about that?”
“You’ve got about five seconds before your ass gets kicked, Salvatore.”
“I don’t see what needs to be explained. I’m your guy for hand holding and cravings… I’m not really sure what else comes with pregnancies but I’m your guy for those things too. I think.”
“Keep backin’ it up a little farther.”
It’s ok. Let’s just take this a step at a time and we’ll get through this. Every decision comes with at least a small bit of regret, but I’m sure whatever you decide will be for the best.
Well, what do you want? I think you should have some say in this decision too.
“Can I get one of those edible arrangements with the chocolate strawberries instead? Only the card could say something like, I don’t know, “congrats! you’ve finally met someone cute that you might actually have feelings for.” Or not. “You could be an uncle soon” sounds like a good card too.”
“Would you rather wait to find out for sure? Either way, I’m here for you.”
“You need to back up and explain yourself.”
Well, first things first I think we should get it confirmed. I’ll go with you, I mean that is if you want me to.
And of course. Whatever choice you make, I’ll still be here. You’re the only one who can make the decision to become a mother for you.I’m not going to pressure you either way.
I don’t know what I want. I just kind of... In shock is all. And upset. And don’t want to make this decision, because I’ll regret it no matter what. Which way was best.
“Way to just drop a bomb, Autumn Bradford.”
“Did you only take one test or like best out of three or something? I don’t know. Sometimes those things are wrong.”
“Maybe if you were nicer, I would have gotten you a fruit basket with a sign that says, ‘Hey, you might be an uncle soon!’ But no.”
“Just trust me on how I think that it’s going to be real and I’m too afraid to go to the doctor and find out, okay?”
“You’re still the only one that thinks so.”
“Good, now tell me what’s good you so crabby.”
“Besides you and your sassyness? I just have a lot on my mind.”
“I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. I’m not 100% sure, but I’m freaking out.”
No. You’re not just a baby mama. You’d never be just a baby mama, Autumn. And I mean, it wouldn’t have to be like Marcel and Katia. There are other choices, other arrangements.
You’re right. We do, but I don’t think something like this would necessarily wreck it. As far as being a mother though, I mean, that’s completely your choice, but maybe we should find out if you actually are pregnant first? Before we start talking about what you want to do about it? Have you gone to the doctor’s yet?
I haven’t, but I took a pregnancy test at home and it was positive. I’m sort of too scared to go to the doctor.
Would you be alright with whatever I chose?
“I could apologize again or you could just remember that you love me. Please? ”
“I swear to god, you are eternally full of shit Salvatore Morales.”
“Fine. I remember.”
I mean I could have used the term ejaculated, but if it’s possible I think that almost sounds worse?
My mother will be fine, she loves Lyanna to bits and I’m sure she’ll love any other grandchildren that come along just as much. And as for the other, I don’t think what she thinks should matter in the first place, but she won’t be around much longer to matter anyways.
...I’m not a baby mama, Isaac. I don’t want to be like Katia and have you in my life because you might have knocked me up. That’s what everyone expects me to be Isaac. Even my fucking parents. The last thing I want is to live up to their expectations.
We have something good, and I don’t know what to do. I just don’t want to wreck it. I don’t want to be a mother right now.
moodboard: autumn & isaac [fighting]
“I think everyone woman in the greater New York area needs this dress. I think they have them in red and white, too.”
White! That’s my favorite color for a dress.
“No, baby, stay. I’m sorry, okay? I’m just … irritated. Nothing to do with you. Tell me what’s going on.”
“I was going to try and tell you something, but if you’re going to be Mr. Sassy-pants to me...”