Mekhela Maes

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The Basics

Full Name - Mekhela Rose Maes

Age - Twenty-Six

Birthday - April 1st 1995

Astrology Sign - Aries

Home Town - Bounced around Colorado her whole life

Gender - Female (she/her)

Sexual Orientation - Straight

Occupation - Owner/Baker of The Rolling Pin

Biography

TW: Death, Faulty Foster System, Neglect

Mekhela Maes was born in Colorado on April 1st 1995 to a musician and one of his many groupies. Now if you were to ask Mekhela which musician had fathered her she would tell you she didn’t have the slightest clue. In fact she honestly wasn’t sure if the man was ever even made aware of her existence or not. Her mother was also a mystery to her. All she had from the women was a note she had left in her crib the day that she had abandoned her at the hospital, apologizing because she wasn’t ready to raise a child yet and claiming that she was only doing this in hopes that her daughter would have a better life than she was able to give her, man was she wrong.

Mekhela jumped around the state of Colorado in and out of foster homes, each one seemingly worse than the last, until she finally turned eighteen and was able to remove herself from the system. She hoped on a bus and stayed on until the very last stop, which just so happened to be Providence Peak Colorado. She lived on the streets for about a year, getting a job with no high school diploma or a place of residence seemed to be nearly impossible, until eventually her path crossed with an older lady names Adeline.

Adeline had taken her in when she had no one else to turn to. She gave Mekhela a roof over her head and food to eat. She eventually helped her get her GED and even gave her a job at the bakery she owned, The Rolling Pin. Adeline became a mother figure to Mekhela and had saved the girl when she was at her lowest.

However just as quickly as Mekhela’s life had seemed to come together the rug was quickly pulled out from underneath her. Just three years after meeting Adeline she was diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer. The cancer already to far gone to render any treatment useful, she was given only a few months to live. In those few months Mekhela was by her side every step of the way, she researched herbal medicines and THC. Adeline refused to smoke so Mekhela learned how to make butter and edibles, knowing that if she ate them it would help with her pain, which it did.

Adeline had passed only three days after Mekhela’s twenty second birthday. Having no real family left of her own she had given everything to the girl. Although Mekhela was distraught over Adeline’s death she kept pushing. She took over the bakery, going through the process of not only selling Adeline’s delicious recipes but also incorporating edibles onto their menu, wanting to let people out there know that there was a substitute to medications and smoking out there.

Although Mekhela wasn’t very good at making friends the girl had pushed herself to become a little more social, something Adeline had always harped on her about doing. Mekhela started to let loose a little and enjoy life because she knew that’s what Adeline would want and she figured that she owed it to the women.

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hollyxautumns​:

“I can understand that,” she mused. While she loved cinnamon and loved getting to use it as much as possible, she could understand why some people may not like it. Holly laughed before shrugging slightly. “I guess after experiencing it a few times, I can just tell. But hey, welcome to the club! I’m sure you’re going to do great. Motherhood’s really just a lot of trial and error, but I have no doubt you’re going to do your best. Sometimes, that’s all we can do. As long as our kids are healthy, happy, and safe, you’re doing perfect. It’s not always picture perfect. And sometimes, you’re really gonna question yourself. But I promise, it’s all worth it. And I promise there’s a good community here of other parents that would be willing to lend a hand whenever you need it. I can introduce you to some of them sometime!” Despite always having been a loving person, always having been the ‘mother’ of the friend group, she had been terrified during her pregnancy with Skylar. Even with Willow and Blair, there’d been some fears there. What Mekhela was going through right now was natural. “Perfect, I’ll give you a list of recipes that should do the trick. Along with some other things. But also make sure to listen to your body. Just… try to refrain from eating some of the non-food stuff, like chalk. Your body may be craving it but trust me, that’s certainly not worth it. Do you have a partner or someone that’s able to help you out?” Holly stopped, her cheeks becoming pink and she laughed sheepishly. “Sorry, that was… out of line. I just want to make sure that you’re being supported throughout this time.” Ah, delivery. That was a big one. “What’s your plan so far? I would recommend coming up with multiple ones, in case something changes down the road. Delivery is unpredictable. Sometimes, it all depends on the baby, whether they’re breeched or not, whether they’re ready to come into the world or not. I recommend coming up with a couple of different delivery plans and to make sure to do your research, especially when it comes to exercises that could help get yourself and the baby ready. It’s scary but in the end, it’s worth it. I had used a couple of different methods for that and plans with my kids that I can tell you about as well. Really, whatever you need or questions you may have, I promise I am an open book.”

Mekhela couldn’t help but smile softly. She was a little overwhelmed by all of the questions and offers but honestly what was new? This entire process was overwhelming. In a way she actually appreciated what this women was doing for her, gave her a little sense of relief that she wasn’t alone. Well she wasn’t alone, she had Nevin but it was nice to have someone in her corner that had actually been through this once or twice before. As much as she appreciated Nevin he had never been through this before either. “I would love to meet some new people, especially other parents.” She nodded with a smile. The thought was weird but none of her current friends had any children so it may be nice to get a jump on meeting new faces, who knows maybe there would be a few possible playdates in her future. She blushed lightly when Holly brought up the age old question of if she had a partner or not. “The father is in the picture.” She smiled lightly “However it is also his first time so we are sorta bouncing our worries off of each other.” She said with a small chuckle and a shake of her head “Reassuring to have someone going through it with me but some information from someone who has already been through it is definitely nice.” She smiled, wanting to reassure the women that she hadn’t overstepped and that Mekhela definitely appreciated her. Mekhela smiled when she offered to inform her on different delivery methods. The fact that she had mentioned having a few different plans was a good idea. She had started to talk over different plans and methods with her doctor but she had never mentioned the possibility of more than one birthing plan. She figured that maybe if she had more than one she wouldn’t be so upset or stressed out if things didn’t go exactly as planned because honestly things were beyond unpredictable when the time came. “I would actually really appreciate that.” She smiled gently. “Um actually.” She started before reaching in to take out her cell phone with a chuckle “Could I bother you for your number?” She smiled softly. This was a little out of her element... she wasn’t used to meeting people, asking them a ton of personal questions and then asking them for their number so that she could continue to bother them with more in-depth questions and concerns.

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atlaswilliams​:

While he was a master bullshitter, sometimes he just didn’t have it in him. The truth was simple, even if it wasn’t easy. Before Alex, he hadn’t been ready to change. Even when Alex had shown up, he’d had his doubts and wondered if he was even capable of being a good man. Now, he knew that he could be whatever he wanted, it just took a little more effort. “I think that was a compliment,” he pointed out, gentle grin on his lips. “I didn’t think I’d ever have kids. Didn’t really want them. It’s a lot of responsibility and it would take away my time, y’know?” He and Ken had planned for kids when they were younger, but they’d made a lot of plans that they hadn’t followed through on. So, after she left, he’d wiped that stuff from his mind and did his best to move on. “Alex watches everything,” he hummed, a little sound of laughter in the mix. “I can’t say anything bad without her calling me out either. It’s a good reminder to clean up my language.” She was quick to remind him that ‘fuck’ and ‘damn’ were not good words. Since she’d been coming around, he’d definitely cleaned up his speech a little, which wasn’t at all a bad thing. “I have a five year old and a two month old.” It was hard to think that Maggie was already two months into her life, but he’d loved watching her grow and being a part of her life. “If we’re doing a tell all here,” he trailed off, dark hues moving to meet with hers. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m cool with the whole kid thing now, but it was hard. God, it was hard.”

Mekhela smiled as she listened to him speak. In a way it was a little reassuring to hear that children had never really been a part of his plan because she was currently on that same page. At first she had thought that in itself was bound to set her up for failure as a mother... what kind of parent could she really be when her first thought when reading the little plus sign was oh shit instead of joy? Don’t get her wrong she was starting to warm up to the idea now but at first the only thing that she had felt was fear and a little regret... she went to bed with that guilt nightly. It was good to know that she wasn’t alone in that thought. “I’m still preparing myself.” She chuckled softly with a shake of her head “Nearly five months along now and the thought is still terrifying to me.” She chuckled softly “Can only imagine the personality this one will have.” She said with a light chuckle. “Been attempting to change a few of my habits before they get here, figure maybe it’ll be easier to catch myself once they are here.” She hums. “You ever feel guilty?” She questions him “About the fact that you weren’t really ready for that jump in life or maybe about the fact you still wanted to be a little selfish and possibly had thoughts on dipping out all together?” She asks.

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nevinbarak​:

Nevin was not sure what was happening with Mekhela and the baby and how they were going to do things. Sure he liked her, that’s how this whole thing started and then they couldn’t be together because of business purposes and professionalism. But then a baby is added to the mix and everything is out the window with that one. Nevin had no clue what to do, he talked to his sisters about it a little bit. But no one can make the decision except for Mekhela really. 

He’d gotten to her house, and knocked on the door. Smiling at the excitement over the ice cream, he walked in behind her shaking his head. Not wanting anything but smiling at how she wasn’t going to let him off the hook. So he set the ice cream, and pretzels on the counter and started to spoon some in each of their bowls. “So I was thinking we should watch Halloween, I love a bit of Michael Meyers” he said shrugging his shoulders looking at her. 

Mekhela smiled with a nod “Halloween which one?” She questioned as she scooped them both a hefty serving of ice cream. She then decided to crush up the pretzels that Nevin had also bought and sprinkled them over top of the delicious cold treat. She then grabbed them two spoons, placing one in his bowl before pushing it across the counter and closer to him. Mekhela had never really been a fan of scary movies if she was going to be honest... really only ever used them as an excuse to get closer to whoever she was watching them with. 

She made her way over to the couch, signaling for the man to follow her where she already had pillow and blankets set up for them. She had contemplated the entire time he had been on his way if they should watch the movie in the Livingroom or the bedroom... she didn’t want to scare him off but at the same time wasn’t trying to imply that she didn't want him in her room either. 

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atlaswilliams​:

“Wasn’t really by choice.” He hadn’t wanted to be a father, but now he couldn’t really imagine what his life would be like without Alex. Of course, it was the same for Maggie, but she’d a few months later and by then, he’d already started his journey on the straight and narrow. “It overdue though. Guess I can’t complain too much.” After nearly being charged with possession of drugs that weren’t even his, he’d had no other choice but to straighten up. If he wanted to present in the life of his children, he couldn’t keep making silly ass mistakes. “Never want to piss of any woman,” he corrected with a gentle smile. He was respectful, even when he was total dick at times. “Guess it depends on who you ask.” Atlas had tried to walk away from a few bar fights, but he hadn’t been very successful. If someone swung on him first, odds were, he was going to swing back. “I just don’t wanna have to explain to my five year old why I can’t see her, y’know? The last time some jackass punched me, I didn’t see her for a week. I didn’t want her asking why her dad had a bruised eye.” 

Mekhela respected the honest reply. Most people would have taken complete credit for their bounce back. Give some long winded speech about how it was time to grow up or how they had simply grown tired of the nightlife. She chuckled softy when the man commented on never pissing off any women “You’re smarter than you look, have to give you credit there.” She chuckled softly. She was at the age where she figured it was best not to piss off anyone, especially now that she was going to be a mother. “I guess it’s true what they say... you grow up the most when you have someone else to care for.” She says softly “Little eyes watching your every move.’ She hummed. She never really had that growing up. Someone to look up to, someone to show her what was right and what was wrong, a child really needed something like that in their life. She was determined to be her best self for her child and could see that Atlas had seemed to make that same decision himself. “How many you got if you don’t mind me asking.” She said with a smile. This was something she never would had dreamt of doing, sitting at a bar asking a man about his children instead of which hotel room was his, it was an oddly satisfying change of pace though she had to admit.

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Closed Starter: @nevinbarak​

Location: Mekhela’s Apartment

Mekhela had been craving something sweet and salty and had yet to make it to the grocery store this week, which is what led her to text Nevin and invite him over. Was it a ploy designed solely to receive the treats, not exactly. The two had yet to really talk about their situation. They had decided that they would raise this child together but never really went into depth on the how or what they were planning on doing when it came to the two of them. Were they going to attempt and be together or simply co-parent this child together? What about the living situation? Were they going to move in together even if they didn’t plan on being together or were they simply going to pass the child off between households each week? The more Mekhela thought over their options the more scenarios that popped into her head and with more scenarios came more stress which she knew wasn’t healthy for the baby, which only ended up causing her to stress more. She was in the midst of said thoughts when her phone dinged, signaling that Nevin was outside and headed up.

She was already up an at the front door when he knocked, swinging the wooden door open before his fist could make contact a second time. She cursed herself slightly for opening up so soon but if he said anything she would simply use her cravings as a shield. “You’re a life saver.” She smiled as she let him in, heading straight over to the cupboard that held her bowls “You want a bowl?” She questioned him with a smile as she reached up to grab two anyways. 

Mekhela’s apartment wasn’t big by any means. She had a a total of three rooms. The first held the entrance, kitchen and living room. The second room a tiny bathroom and the third a bedroom which fit her bed and a small desk, definitely nothing grand but it had always been enough for just her.

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dombaccari​:

Dom only blinked at the woman, pressing his lips together in an attempt to keep from quipping back that no, in fact, he didn’t know how to help fix a flat. Instead, he said, “Obviously you’ll pay me, this isn’t a charity.” 

He was regretting sending the guys home. They tended to be the mouthpieces here, and they were much better at it than he was. He was the brain behind the operation, a leader of sorts when it came to club business, but making nice simply because of societal expectation? Yeah, he was pretty shit at that part. They’d always said he was all bite and no bark. He did his best to rein it in now, though. “Do you have a spare or are you looking to buy a new tire, too?”

Mekhela wasn’t taken back by the mans reply at all, in fact it was a little refreshing in a way? She had gotten so used to people around here always being nice. A part of her had forgotten how real some people could be “Right stupid offer.” She said with a shake of her head and a small chuckle. 

Something about the man gave off a familiar sense to her, although she had her fair share of run ins with mechanics so it was probably something along those lines. “I don’t have a spare so I’ll need to buy one.” She said simply before biting at her lower lip because now that she was here stood in front of the man she realized that she didn’t have the slightest clue on what kind of tire she needed. She had never learned much about cars, hadn’t gotten her own until she was twenty years old. “I have no idea what kind though.” She finally admitted.

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Text||Nevin&Mekhela

Mekhela: Sounds like I texted the right person.

Mekhela: As long as you are bringing me ice cream than you can watch whatever movie you want.

Mekhela: I look forward to your arrival.

Nevin: You know it!

Nevin: Good thing I'm coming with ice cream then right?

Nevin: I look forward to seeing you.

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hollyxautumns​:

Holly’s smile grew. She nodded and wrote down her request. “Of course! Caramel sounds delicious. I love to add whipped cream and cinnamon on top of my hot cocoa. It’s so yummy, it’s become a staple in my house.” Her children loved it, especially when the mornings are cold and they have all finished working on the farm or once the weather outside has gotten chillier. Of course, they still drink it whenever. But those moments? Pure definition of peace, at least in her eyes. Especially when they’re eating a plate of cookies and watching a movie together. God, they should do that again soon. She’d have to check to see if Joseph would be able to come as well. They might not be together anymore, but they were still a family. They always would be. “Well, welcome to the club! If you ever need anything, I’d love to help.” After three kids under her belt, she was sort of an expert when it came to this. Of course, every pregnancy was different. Every parent had techniques and ways that helped with them raise their kids and to be better parents. But she also knew how great the support is. Chuckling, Holly nodded. “I get that. Is this your first time? They’re usually something else. I’m sorry to hear that it’s been a struggle. I have some methods that helped me with Skylar that might be able to help you. Oh yeah, those are terrifying. Helpful, but terrifying. But there are plenty of other drinks that are equally delicious yet caffeine-free. Chai, golden milk, matcha, among a couple of others. What are some of the other things that have scared you so far?”

“Never really been to much of a cinnamon fan myself.” She noted with a smile on her face, although for some reason she had an inkling that the way this women made her hot chocolate would have her forgetting all about her distaste for the flavor. Mekhela wasn’t sure if it was the fact that she was pregnant herself or the way that the women seemed to carry herself but she was definitely getting good mom vibes from the women. She assumed she was the type who ran her children to extra curricular activates, worked her ass off at her job, and still made sure to be home before bedtime. The type of mother that Mekhela was striving to be. Although she was sure the woman was simply trying to be kind she found a little relief in the offer to help. She didn’t have any women in her life to look up to or to bombard with questions, and she was sure that her doctor was starting to get sick with her random phone calls throughout the day. “It is my first time.” She chuckled softly “Do I just scream it or something?” She asked pushing her hair out from in front of her face. She felt like she didn't have the slightest clue of what she was doing and sometimes worried that others could see it in her too. “I’ll take any methods that you might have.” She chuckled softly “Getting a little sick of lemon and ginger teas.” She chuckled softly. She would be grateful for any tips or tricks that didn’t come off of a computer screen at this point. Sometimes it was nice to get someone's advice in real life, that way you could be sure that they actually experience this themselves and it wasn’t some ninety year old grandmother starting their blog post with ‘well back in my day we didn’t trust no hospital.’ What else had her scared? Well that she wouldn’t be good enough. That her child would grow up to resent her. Or that maybe Nevin would figure out that she wasn’t all that great and take their child from her. However she wasn’t about to make the question such a loaded one and scare off the only mother that she had gotten advice from. “The delivery.” She chuckled softly before shaking her head “Then again isn’t everyone.” She smiled softly.

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charliemulgrave​:

Charlie laughed at the longing in her voice. He admired her—if he’d had to give up coffee or drinking for nine months it would be a horror scene. Although he would never truly understand how it felt, it wasn’t hard to see the difficult road ahead for her. Hopefully, he and the rest of her friends could help make life as easy as possible while she was pregnant.

“Iced chocolate it is,” he agreed, ordering two from the stand as they reached the front of the queue. Solidarity was important… plus, you couldn’t go wrong with chocolate. “You want marshmallows and cream with that?”

Now that he was waking up, the market was becoming more interesting. He looked around, taking in the stalls full of varying local produce. Providence Peak was so different to the places he’d lived before, which had been no less lively but somehow much less community centric. When he’d first moved, he hadn’t been sure about it. These days he couldn’t begrudge it. Making friends like Mekhela was a blessing.

“Kid’s lucky. You couldn’t find a better city to grow up in than here. Do you think you’ll stay in the place you got now?”

Mekhela didn’t think that giving up the things that had become a constant in her life would be so difficult. She used to pride herself on the fact that she didn’t have an ‘addictive’ personality. Guess it was true that you never really knew what you were addicted to until you couldn’t have it anymore. The only thing that kept her away from the alcohol or coffee was the fact that at the end of those nine months she would be left with something a whole lot more important to her.

“Whipped cream but give me the marshmallows on the side.” She smiled thinking of how nice the pillow treats would taste between sips of her hot chocolate. She impatiently waited while the vender got to work on making their drinks. 

She couldn’t help but also look over the variety of people who were out and about. It was things like this that made her glad to be here in Providence, moments like this that made her realize that whatever crap she had to endure in life to get to this point had been worth it. She was here now and would soon have a child to show the wonders of Providence Peak. A child to make sure never felt the way that she had while growing up. A child who would never wonder what the love of their parents felt like. 

Charlie’s question had pulled her from her deep thoughts “Huh?” she questioned before what he had asked fully registered inside of her mind “Oh uh I’m not really sure yet.” She admitted with a shrug. “It’s a bit cramped as is.” She admitted. She wasn’t sure how that next stage of her life was going to go. Her and Nevin hadn’t yet discussed living situations. Would he want to live together? Raise their child together underneath a single roof? Or would he rather they cart the kid to and from their respective homes. “Just another thing on the long list of figuring out.” She chuckled softly “Why you looking for a roommate or two?” She questioned with a chuckle.

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atlaswilliams​:

What changed you? God, it was a question that hit him harder than any drunken asshole at the bar ever had. It held so much weight that he was almost certain he’d crack under it all. It was simple, yet so complicated. He wasn’t the commitment-free man he’d once been. Now, he had children who needed him and a girlfriend he was loyal to. He had no reason to drink until last call or until they kicked him out and therefore he hadn’t given himself a reason to visit the bar for anything else. “Guess you could say I finally grew up.” It’d only taken him thirty-two years and he still had some growing to do, but it was a good start and he was proud of that. “A guy can only start so many bar fights before he gets tired.” That, and he couldn’t risk having to explain anything to his little girl. She’d already been through enough and his selfish ways wasn’t going to make that any easier. “That, and my girlfriend would probably kick my ass if I started anything stupid.”

“Was it your choice to grow up or did something decide that it was time for you?” She questioned him. She herself was about to grow up but it hadn’t really been a personal choice if she was going to be honest. I guess that an unplanned pregnancy was bound to do that to you. Mekhela chuckled when he mentioned that his girlfriend wouldn’t be to happy if he started any unnecessary bar fights. “Smart smart.” She chuckled softly “Never wanna piss off a good women.” She smiled before taking another sip of her mocktail. “Plus I think that once you reach a certain age bar fights stop being attractive and really just become tacky you know?” She asked him with a smile. She wasn’t judging him at all of course. She had her fair share of barfights herself and if she wasn’t physically in one she had always been behind people egging it on. Those days were in the past now though. She didn’t need to use her fists or pull some Karen’s hair to make a point. She was a women now, with her own buisness and a baby on the way... she didn’t have the time anymore for childish games.

[dombaccari]

WHERE: baccari’s garage. WHO: open. [ @providencepeakstarters​ ]

It’d been a slow day at the garage– most of the guys spending the last few hours shooting pool and talking shit before Dom had sent them away to close up in peace. Bundy by Animal Alpha trilled from the speakers and echoed off the walls as he lay beneath the car he was currently working on. It was routine alone, the knowledge that someone else would handle it, that had him all but ignoring the sound of the bell over the door. It was only when the wrench in his hand clattered to the floor and he cursed that he remembered he was alone and shoved out from beneath the car. Rubbing his grease-stained hands on his black jeans, he rounded the corner to shoo them off, not even offering a glance up as he said, “We’re closed.” They weren’t, not for another half hour. “Come back tomorrow.”

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Mekhela herself hadn’t even heard the measly ding of the front doors bell chiming as she entered the garage. The loud thumping of music over taking the entirety of the shop. She couldn’t complain however because at least the man had decent taste. She hadn’t planned on coming into the garage today but her car had seemed to have other plans for her. She had been on her way home from the bakery when suddenly her car had gotten a flat tire. She knew absolutely nothing about cars so that was why she was now standing inside of the shop, looking around for any sign of life. She had been so relived when the front door had opened, she had figured that they would be closed at this time of day. “Oh I’m sorry!” She called out when the man informed him that they were closed “The door was unlocked so I just assumed that you were still open.” She said chewing at her lip “Uh you wouldn’t happen to be able to help me out would you? My car got a flat and I’m not sure how to fix it.” She tells him “I’ll pay you!” She added in at the end. 

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Text||Nevin&Mekhela

Nevin: Yeah, what about chocolate ice cream and a bag of pretzels?

Nevin: Depends on the movie...JK I'm down.

Nevin: Yeah let me stop at the store and I'll be over.

Mekhela: Sounds like I texted the right person.

Mekhela: As long as you are bringing me ice cream than you can watch whatever movie you want.

Mekhela: I look forward to your arrival.

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Text||Nevin&Mekhela

Mekhela: Hey I am craving ice cream... maybe something with chocolate and pretzels?

Mekhela: Could also use a movie buddy if you are down?

Mekhela: Incase that wasn't clear enough I am asking you to bring my ice cream.

Mekhela: Pretty please?

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sadie-gibson​:

Sadie was prepared to agree to her request, as it wouldn’t be the first time someone had asked for a song about them. She laughed when she realized she was joking. “Well, sometimes my best work comes from random sparks of inspiration. If there was already a song with your name, it would make it easier. You know, like Amanda, or Rhiannon or Billy-Jean.” she joked. “We must be,” Sadie agreed taking the sandwich. She contemplated for a moment when the woman invited her to join her at a table and nodded. “I’m not in a rush. One of the perks of being self employed. If I want to extend my lunch break by two hours, no one will fire me.” she explained before looking around the room. She spotted a couple standing up to leave their table and pointed it out to the other so they could move in. “So, no work for you today, I take it?” she questioned as she sat down. 

Mekhela chuckled softly “Never thought that I would see the day where Billy-Jean was a more common name in the music industry than Mekhela.” She chuckles gently. She grinned when the women accepted her offer to eat together and giggled at the mention of having benefits to being her own boss, something that she knew well. She grinned when Sadie spotted a table and they sat down in the couples spot. Once they sat down Mekhela hurriedly unwrapped her sandwich and took a large bite, having been thinking about this the entire time she was in line. “Oh no I left early.” She admitted “I own my own bakery.” She tells her “The Rolling Pin it’s not far from here actually she admitted softly. “I was there earlier but everyone decided that it was only smart that I went and got lunch before I got hangry.” She chuckles “No one really wants to see an angry pregnant woman baking their cookies.”

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charliemulgrave​:

He couldn’t help but grin at the word ‘uncle’. Charlie didn’t have any siblings of his own and most of his family lived down in California. The thought of Mekhela counting him as one of her own left him touched.

“I’m totally buying that kid one of those tiny hockey jerseys. Gotta indoctrinate them young,” he joked. “For real though, I’m happy for you. And if you guys need anything you just call me, okay?”

He’d never babysat for anyone before, but he was sure it couldn’t be that difficult. It might even be fun. He didn’t have kids of his own to spoil and he was already thinking of all the birthday parties, Halloweens and other holidays where he could pile presents onto the kid and fill Mekhela’s home with toys. He was going to be the best uncle ever.

“You want tea or something?” He asked, pointing to the nearby drinks stand. “Wait, can you drink tea when you’re pregnant? Does it have caffeine?”

Mekhela smiled at the mans reaction. She was so happy that it was positive and not negative. He was one of the very few friends that he had around and couldn’t wait to see him with her child. Plus it would be nice to have someone to pawn the baby off with on the occasion that she or Nevin wanted to go out and do something on their own. “Hey I’m all for you teaching him or her about sports, seeing as I have little to no knowledge on any of that, but the moment  a hockey puck makes its way through my window you are paying for the damages.” She chuckled, obviously delighted about the possibility. She groaned when the man mentioned tea “Some teas don't have caffeine.” She informs him “I’ve been living off of them for the past month.” She sighed. “What I really want is a nice iced caramel macchiato.” She tells him before shaking his head “But I guess that I’ll just have to settle for an iced chocolate.” She hummed “It’s really just cold hot chocolate but if I close my eyes really really tightly I can pretend.” She laughs gently, walking with him over to the stand he had been headed towards before asking his question.

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“Yeah, absolutely! We can certainly give you decaf. We’re not exactly Deja Brew, but we do got a good variety of drinks. Pretty sure we’ve mastered the Pumpkin Spice Latte and Butterbeer at this point.” The woman’s smile grew, a joking tone to her voice. Though technically, it was all true. A fact that she quite frankly took a lot of joy in. But then again, the woman took a lot of pride and joy when it came to Ginger’s. Ever since her grandmother handed her the reigns, she has done her best to keep her legacy alive while also trying to update it. Keep it relevant and making sure that the customers got better than the best treatment, and for that to escalate tenfold every time they visit. From the very moment her grandparents allowed her to help out, she knew she wanted to run the bed and breakfast. After being a mother, it had been her biggest wish. The woman straightened up at her question, her brows furrowing slightly yet one of them raising as well. “Sure, of course,” she nodded. It hadn’t been expected, yet it made her laugh slightly. “Oh! Um, actually: during my pregnancy with him, I couldn’t tolerate anything with caffeine. Coffee, tea, soda-pop, everything; Just the smell of it made me nauseous, much less the taste. With my oldest, though, I was beyond paranoid. I craved it so much yet I refused to touch it. Too much research gave me nightmares. I swear, I must’ve been terrifying in my husband’s eyes during that period. With my youngest, I didn’t really crave it. And if I did on a rare occasion, I usually made myself some homemade hot chocolate or hot vanilla. Sooo, long story short: I didn’t. And since you’re asking me this… you’re probably pregnant or a writer who has a pregnant character.”

Mekhela could tell right off the bat that this place was something special to the women. She knew what it looked like when someone truly cared about their place of work. Maybe it was the fact that she too was handed her buisness from someone who she had cared an awful lot about. She did her best to shop and eat at the locally owned businesses. The ones that had been around town for ages versus the big name competitors that were constantly trying to knock them out of the running. Luckily however the people in this town seemed to also favor the little people versus the big guys so businesses seemed to flourish around here. Mekhela quickly grew to envy the women when she informed her that the mere smell of coffee had her sick while carrying her son. For Mekhela it seemed to have the exact opposite affect really. She was used to coffee, not even for the caffeine aspect of the beverage if she was being completely honest. She probably mostly enjoyed the creamer and sugar aspect of the drink more than the coffee itself but either way she found herself craving it. She listened to the women speak, taking in her advice on alternative drink choices. “Oh hot chocolate actually sounds delightful.” She hummed, her one track mind switching over to craving the richness of hot coco versus that of coffee “Would you be able to add creamer and some caramel on top?” She questioned her. Mekhela chuckled a little as Holly came to the conclusion that she must either be pregnant or possibly an author “I’m a little over three months along.” She informs her “And going from two to three iced coffees a day down to nothing these past few months have definitely been a struggle.” She sighs. “But as you stated all of those websites and blog posts have definitely scared me away from any type of caffeinated beverages.” She sighs