Lipstick & Baby Shoes

Maisyn Blake Stevens; 22; Taken 💑 Jason McKinney 💑 🚼 Mother of currently Two 🚼 👉 Denver Elijah Stevens; February 12th, 2012 👈 🐧 Baby McKinney; 10 weeks pregnant🐧

[maisestevens]

“Excuse me!” Maisyn yelled, darting across the street, avoiding the cars honking at the young mother, “Have you seen Denver?”

[maisestevens]

17

Neurises: a relatively mild mental illness that is not caused by organic disease, involving symptoms of stress (depression, anxiety, obsessive behavior, hypochondria) but not a radical loss of touch with reality.

Neuroses? Do you recognize them as such?

I mean, it’s not like a doctor diagnosed it or anything, but being a mom. I had to raise Denver alone and it scares me that I might have to do it alone. I know Jason loves me. I know he doesn’t plan on leaving. I know me constantly worrying pushes him away even more, but it scares me. I worrying convinced he will leave me us makes me depressed and obsessive.

[maisestevens]

 Maisyn stepped forward, her arms wrapping around the man’s neck, “I had sex on the kitchen counter with my son watching cartoons in the room next to us. The wall is nothing new to me.”

[dustin--forester]

“That’s disgusting,” Dustin mumbled, raising an eyebrow as he looked her over with a grin. Dustin put his hands on her waist as he back her up to the wall. “For the record, sex with a new guy is new to you. Don’t tell him otherwise.”

[maisestevens]

Maisyn bit her lip, lifting her head to look up at him "Sorry." She needed to learn to keep her mouth shut.

[rockford-xo]

It’s TMI Tuesday! The one day of the week where secrets aren’t so sacred, and things get well… a little personal. Are you brave enough to reveal a little about yourself? If so reblog and remember be honest. After all we’re only going to find out your dirt anyway.

What does your bedroom look like?

Do you have any daily rituals?

Do you exercise, and if so, what do you do? How often?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Neuroses? Do you recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress 

Favorite beverage?

What do you think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are you? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in your everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that you excel at? Or do you even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do you see yourself 5 years from today?

Did you have any plans for the future that didn’t or haven’t yet worked out?

What is your biggest regret?

Who do you see as your best friend? Your worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are you a private person, or are you prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do you enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes you feel guilty?

Are you more analytical or more emotional in your decision-making?

Would you consider yourself a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges you when you’re feeling drained?

Would you say that you have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are you?

How far did you get in formal education? What are your views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions?

Do you express your thoughts through words or deeds?

If you were to fall in love, who (or what) is your ideal?

How do you express love?

If you were to get into a fist fight, what is your fighting style like?

Are you afraid of dying? Why or why not?

**TMI Tuesday is completely optional, and you are only to ask characters these questions if they reblog the prompt. These questions serve as a guide, but random anon questions are always welcomed! Keep it fun and ic. 

[dustin--forester]

“You’re not doing anything yet,” he said with a laugh, looking around the room quietly. “So, tell me, do you have a preference in surface? Because I could go for that wall right there behind you, if you were feeling adventurous.”

[maisestevens]

Maisyn stepped forward, her arms wrapping around the man’s neck, “I had sex on the kitchen counter with my son watching cartoons in the room next to us. The wall is nothing new to me.”

[dustin--forester]

“Not if I beat you to it,” he said with a chuckle, undoing his jeans and pushing them down, stepping out of them.

[maisestevens]

Maisyn smiled and rolled her eyes, tugging her dress down, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

[dustin--forester]

“Why don’t you try slipping out of that dress,” he said softly, his hands falling down to his jeans where he hooked his thumbs through the waistband. “It’s no fun being the only half naked person in here.”

[maisestevens]

“Because then I’ll be showing more than you.” she explained, reaching back and unzipping her dress.

[dustin--forester]

“Ew, don’t talk about your child anymore, I’m about to fuck your brains out,” he mumbled, making a face of disgust before stepping back. Dustin reached over his shoulder and pulled his shirt upward, tossing it aside as soon as it was off.

[maisestevens]

“I’m a mom. Sorry. It slips out sometimes.” She pulled her hands down, making sure to drag her hands over his chest as he stepped away. She bit her lip, her eyes running over his chest, slightly scared to unzip her dress.

[dustin--forester]

Dustin groaned softly at the feelings of her hands in his hair. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ve fucked more pregnant girls,” he said, dropping his lips to hers quickly to steal another kiss. “Let’s get back at whatshisface. Use me, baby, I’ve got no problems with it.”

[maisestevens]

Maisyn kissed him back, “Once. We can do this once, but I swear to god, if you hurt my child, I will kill you.” She kissed him again, “Okay. Mom speech out of the way. Now I’m all yours.”

[dustin--forester]

“The side that takes control,” Dustin said, stepping a little closer so that his feet were on either side of hers, causing their legs to touch. 

[maisestevens]

Maisyn bit her bottom lip, reaching up to gently play with this hair, “You should see me when I’m not knocked up. I like being the one with the upper hand.”

[dustin--forester]

“Fuck,” he said against her lips, his free hand cupping her jaw. “I like this side of you.”

[maisestevens]

Maisyn smiled against his lips, “What? The side that kisses you?”

[dustin--forester]

Dustin bit his lip, shaking his head. “Careful, doll, that turns a guy like me on.”

[maisestevens]

Maisyn shook her head, “Just kiss me you asshole.” she murmered, pulling his head down to kiss her.

[maisestevens]

 Maisyn nodded, “You’re right. If he can sleep with someone else, so can I.” She slightly smiled, “only problem. Whose willing to sleep with the mom of two.”

[dustin--forester]

“Lucky for you, I’m a man of absolutely no morals. I’ve fucked women a lot closer to popping than you are, babe.” Dustin reached out and put his hand on her waist, slipping it to her back as he pulled her a little closer.

[maisestevens]

As he pulled her closer Maisyn smiled and reached up, playfully slapping his cheek, "You're an asshole."

[maisestevens]

 That comment hit her hard. Especially since her and Jason had been fighting. She took a step away from him, “Who’s to say he’s not.” she asked, her voice cracking. She had just gotten an anonymous message the night before hinting that he was out with Keane.

[dustin--forester]

“Then make him regret it, show him you can beat him at his own game,” he said, rolling his eyes. This girl was exhausting, but Dustin was never one to back down from a dare.

[maisestevens]

Maisyn nodded, "You're right. If he can sleep with someone else, so can I." She slightly smiled, "only problem. Whose willing to sleep with the mom of two."

[maisestevens]

How do you feel about your boy toy sleeping around behind your back?

For starter’s I don’t own anyone. Second. What are you talking about? We had an argument and he was going out to get a drink. What are you implying at?

[dustin--forester]

“No, I was more just wondering how the hell he puts up with you, honestly. Because if you treat him the way you treat me, he’s probably halfway out the door right now.”

[maisestevens]

That comment hit her hard. Especially since her and Jason had been fighting. She took a step away from him, “Who’s to say he’s not.” she asked, her voice cracking. She had just gotten an anonymous message the night before hinting that he was out with Keane.

[dustin--forester]

Dustin pulled his hand away, rolling his eyes as he ran his hand through his hair. “Do you make it this impossible to tolerate you with every guy or just those of us that aren’t impregnating you?”

[maisestevens]

“Oh. So we’re jumping straight into that? You think I wanted to get knocked up at eighteen? You think me and Jason planned on a baby after only being together a few months? Fuck you.”