rebecca ;💀*

I.. absolutely love watching Progress and seeing that I’ve been brought into a “storyline”. Thanks, guys.

cutestcxpcake

Oh no… That’s. That’s awful honey. I’m so sorry to hear that!

It’s.. whatever. At this point. We haven’t spoke since we broke up, and I thought maybe this would’ve been something he could’ve given me a heads up about, but I guess not.

#my godson is everything #( layne. )

Bruisersprout things.

feat. @yovngxbitter

I.. absolutely love watching Progress and seeing that I’ve been brought into a “storyline”. Thanks, guys.

cutestcxpcake

I’ve been really busy recently so I missed something. What happened girly??

Well, long story short: me and my ex broke up, and I thought that we were both being adults about it, but I, and the breakup, got brought up in a shoot promo during a show. Because airing dirty laundry is always fun.

I.. absolutely love watching Progress and seeing that I’ve been brought into a “storyline”. Thanks, guys.

#wm: starter

Suns out, studs out.

#( rebecca. )#( insta. )

text → honey bea 🐝

( rebecca → outgoing ): can i come meet my beautiful godson today?

@killerrbea

#( texts. )

@catsandcrvws Wanna come meet your godson?

My.. what?

Your godson, Layne.

My godson?

@catsandcrvws Wanna come meet your godson?

#( indie brownbelly. )#( insta. )

My.. what?

#( private. )

He’s lazier than me.. but I love him.

lightning-mandrews

@catsandcrvws If you could set me up with one of your friends, I have at least three pizza appointments that I could use dates for…

#( rebecca. )#( crimson. )#( bea. )#( flik. )#( linzie. )#( insta. )

And I’m not invited to any of them? Ouch.

My girls 🖤

@killerrbea

Sorry for being so distant lately. I’ve been thinking a lot of stuff through. The truth is, that even just as friends, or whatever we end up being, I want to be in your life. And that means I want to be in Pete’s, and the babies too. Consider this a peace offering? I hope some of the things in the care package help. They were recommended to me by other mums. And the bear onesie is.. obvious.

I love you.

#( outgoing. )#( honey bea. )

Gulping hard, Becca attempted to swallow the lump in her throat. She knew that she had to speak, and though there were so many thoughts rushing through her mind, not one of them managed to reach her lips. Bea was trying to reassure her, but it was almost impossible to feel like she was being pushed out. First they had gotten married - now a baby? “I think I need some time.” She mastered, pulling her hands away from the other womans.

Messy, unbrushed hair gathered around her face as she waited for Bea to arrive. She hadn’t really made much of an effort. The mascara stains on her face from the day before still hadn’t been washed off. In honesty, she hadn’t washed in days. That was the hardest part about being alone and depressed. While James had made sure that she had taken care of herself, he was gone. She was allowed to sit in her own dirt for days - and since she didn’t leave the house, she didn’t need to answer to anyone. Stomach churning, she kept checking the time, the clock never moving much from the last time that she had checked. Rebecca was half excited about seeing someone, half nervous about whatever news that Bea was going to deliver. Throw some embarrassment in there too, and you had the recipe that was Miss Crow.

@killerrbea

Rebecca let the kiss on her forehead linger a little longer, before lifting her head to press the softest, sweetest kiss on Bea that she could. “I’m glad you’re here.” She spoke softly, letting her arms fall back down by her sides as she pulled herself away. “Um, so, you said you have something to tell me?” Her gut instinct told her that it was something bad, but she tried to stay optimistic. How much worse could her week get?

“I’m glad I’m here, too.” Bea said with a smile, her hand intertwined with Becca’s. She took a deep breath as she asked her question and pulled them to sit down. As much as she had internal conflict, it was better to rip off the bandaid. “So…uhm, I’m having a baby. You’re the first person besides Pete to know.”

Well, that was the last thing that Becca was expecting to hear. A baby? That changed.. everything. Her and Pete really were settling down and starting their own little family. And Becca had no idea where she fit in with that. If she did at all. Was that why she was telling her? To end whatever it was that they were. Staring down at her hands, she took a deep breath, refusing to look up at Bea.

Messy, unbrushed hair gathered around her face as she waited for Bea to arrive. She hadn’t really made much of an effort. The mascara stains on her face from the day before still hadn’t been washed off. In honesty, she hadn’t washed in days. That was the hardest part about being alone and depressed. While James had made sure that she had taken care of herself, he was gone. She was allowed to sit in her own dirt for days - and since she didn’t leave the house, she didn’t need to answer to anyone. Stomach churning, she kept checking the time, the clock never moving much from the last time that she had checked. Rebecca was half excited about seeing someone, half nervous about whatever news that Bea was going to deliver. Throw some embarrassment in there too, and you had the recipe that was Miss Crow.

@killerrbea

Rebecca let the kiss on her forehead linger a little longer, before lifting her head to press the softest, sweetest kiss on Bea that she could. “I’m glad you’re here.” She spoke softly, letting her arms fall back down by her sides as she pulled herself away. “Um, so, you said you have something to tell me?” Her gut instinct told her that it was something bad, but she tried to stay optimistic. How much worse could her week get?

Messy, unbrushed hair gathered around her face as she waited for Bea to arrive. She hadn’t really made much of an effort. The mascara stains on her face from the day before still hadn’t been washed off. In honesty, she hadn’t washed in days. That was the hardest part about being alone and depressed. While James had made sure that she had taken care of herself, he was gone. She was allowed to sit in her own dirt for days - and since she didn’t leave the house, she didn’t need to answer to anyone. Stomach churning, she kept checking the time, the clock never moving much from the last time that she had checked. Rebecca was half excited about seeing someone, half nervous about whatever news that Bea was going to deliver. Throw some embarrassment in there too, and you had the recipe that was Miss Crow.

@killerrbea

Bea was a bundle of nerves; she didn’t know how Rebecca would react to the news. She never was a big fan of Pete…or children, and adding the two would surely be a recipe for disaster. But she didn’t want to make the same mistake she did in keeping a secret from her, and it was better to tell her than have her find out on her own. She approached Becca with a grin on her face, smoothing out the fabric of her shirt and leaning over to hug her friend tight. “My love.”

The hug was the first bit of human interaction that she had had in days. It was the kind of intimacy that she had been craving. Wrapping her arms around Bea’s neck, she clung to the material of her shirt, holding onto her for as long as she could. Her heartbeat slowed, and she felt some sense of ‘home’ that had left when James had walked out on her. “I’ve missed you.” She muttered, pulling her body away, but her arms loosely kept around her neck.