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[fyeahwonhui]

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[reliquarian]

real quick: SAINT offering benediction

[bonepriests]

ONE LOOK, ONE TOUCH OF A HAND CAN SET THE SPIRAL IN MOTION

[famishdd]

@miillennials

“Shit.” Swearing under her breath as she sped down the dark highway Saint looked down at the time. Her car swerving off of the exit to head back to the house she shared with Wes. Her husband who at any moment would be coming home from work. Tonight wasn’t like any other night however and biting down on her lip as her foot pressed down on the accelerator she tried to level her breathing. Her eyes blurring from exhaustion. It had all started with a knock at their door. The twins crying as she tried to balance both of them in her arms expecting for it to be the nanny to relieve her so she could head to work. She had never expected it to be two men, strangers asking for Wes as they held a gun in her direction. Everything had happened so fast them yelling about money about drugs as she slammed the door. Her trying to shield the infants and Cas while franticly dialing Wes’ number only for it to go to voicemail.  All she could think about was getting the kids out of the house and what the two strangers had been saying. Something about a brothel, drugs smuggling? There was no way the man that she knew could have been involved but how had they known where they lived?

So she went digging. Rummaging through Wes’ office for any shred of evidence to their claims. Tax paperwork, old debit transactions, receipts. It was all there, under her nose for what looked like their entire relationship. She had never questioned their ability to afford their lifestyle. Two business owners who worked hard she had always just assumed the bar provided them a big pay out. She had been blind, ignorant for the last five years and feeling her eyes swell with tears she tried to call her husband again. This time a female picking up whose voice she immediately recognized as they blurted out something about Wes being busy before hanging up again. Fucking Stacy. That was it.  They had been going through small problems, the usual adjustment of a married life with the addition of three kids. This though. Living a double life, keeping secrets from her and now putting his family at risk? This was something she hadn’t ever seen coming and thinking back to the men as she gathered the papers she silently thanked god. What if Wes had been home? They were prepared to kill him and even her and their children for whatever they owed him and she knew eventually they would be back. It wasn’t a risk she could take, not with her kids and gathering them and all of the paperwork she left. Their closets empty with nothing but a note left behind, detailing why she was gone. Nothing that Wes could say would change anything in her mind. He had broken what was between them and Saint couldn’t even believe that what they had, what they had built together was even the truth anymore. 

Now however she was driving back against everything in her heart telling her not to. She had forgotten some of the twins things and in a rush had left Cash’s stuffed rabbit. The one thing he couldn’t sleep without. They were safe, a three hour drive away at her mother’s house and as long as she could get in and out of the house before Wes got there she would be fine. It was all she could think about as she pulled into the driveway checking to make sure his car was nowhere in sight. She couldn’t face him, not after this and turning the engine off as she parked she climbed out of the car quickly running to the front door and inside. She was in such a rush, her feet making a soft thud sound as she headed up the stairs she didn’t even notice him. Sitting there in the dark as she ran around, grabbing what she could. It wasn’t until she was leaving, her form barreling down the staircase that she stopped cold. Wes’ form now blocking her way out, the note she had left him in his hand as they stared at each other. Both waiting for the other one to make the first move.

[famishdd]

@miillennials

“Babe please... for the hundredth time. I am not hungry.” Holding up a shaky hand as a forkful of her mother’s ravioli was shoved into her face Saint tried to keep her voice even, breathing in deep motions. This was it, 40 weeks and five days past her expected due date and she was pacing back and forth in her and Wes’ new home. The birthing pool now full and waiting in their large living room. It had started with contractions the night before, small ones an hour apart before her water finally broke. Her bouncing on her pregnancy ball in Wes’ office when she felt a wave a pressure and then a wet feeling down her leg. Calling her doula she was told to wait until things picked up before panicking too bad. The rest of the night was spent with her husband and her mother driving her insane as they counted the time between contractions until they were thirty minutes apart and she had convinced them both to leave her alone and go to bed.

Now though they were getting closer to showtime. Glancing down at the watch on her small wrist as a new contraction hit her, now only twelve minutes apart and lasting for almost thirty seconds she felt her cheeks flush. “I am gonna go change into my bathing suit.” Her voice was airy as she waddled to their bedroom, locking the door so she could have a few moments alone without anxious eyes. For as long as she could remember she wanted to be a mother. She had wanted a family and she had found that in Wes and even though they had been a small family before. Now with the addition of Cash and the twins they were going from two to five. It was overwhelming but she felt ready or as ready as she could be. Finding a simple black bikini top to wear in the pool she didn’t bother with bottoms, throwing on a flowy mini dress she could wear and be comfortable. “I am glad I didn’t let my mom convince me to have the entire family over. I couldn’t handle that many people seeing my vagina like this.” Even in all of this she could crack a joke as she emerged back downstairs, finding Wes to give his beard a scratch. “I can see you really want me to eat this food you have expertly re-heated so I will have a bite. C’mon.” Leaning over to take a bite off the fork she chewed slowly giving him the thumbs up before planting a kiss on his forehead. No matter what when it came to babies Weston was her first and her biggest. “We are gonna have two babies by the end of today. You ready?” 

[famishdd]

@miillennials

“Stoppp, seriously. Wes! I am gonna pee on myself. again.” Laughing as fought off his advances Saint wrinkled her nose, hand moving down to instinctively rest on her now twenty-eight week baby bump. Turning her back on Weston and she skipped off she found her way to the kitchen, digging around in the cabinets for a snack. Seven months in and no one had warned her about all the little extra’s that came along with pregnancy. The constant (sometimes accidental) peeing, the insomnia, shortness of breath, leg cramps and most of all. The hunger. She felt like she was always ready for her next meal, next snack and having gained a total fifty-two pounds thus far her usual small chest was now a solid D cup and the rest of her seemed to have filled pretty thick as well. “C’mon you promised you would stay home tonight and watch these birthing dvds with me. The bar is covered.” Pouting as she called out to him she suddenly remembered the fruit platter Manny had brought over the other day. Her attention veering to the fridge. “It isn’t nice to leave your pregnant wife at home. Alone. Please stay just tonight and I promise I won’t hassle you about working the weekend. I mean I probably will anyway but I’ll try not to. ”

[famishdd]

@miillennials

“Can you please promise not to ask any silly questions? I am nervous enough and I don’t need you being a idiot.” Sighing as they pulled into the parking lot of the hospital Saint turned to look at Weston, her eyes narrowing. She was home from Vegas for the week and for her very first ultrasound appointment. It had been almost two months since the big announcement and now at 10 weeks her usually flat stomach showed signs of progress, a small bump now apparent when she was undressed. “Dr. Smith said we have a few more weeks until we can find out the sex even though I know it’s a girl but it’ll be weird to see something and with the first trimester almost over. We can get the ultrasound photos printed. We can finally tell people too. Maybe we should just do a “Hey we are having a baby oh and by the way we eloped like a month ago so there is that too.” announcement. Kill two birds with one stone.” Chuckling softly as they walked inside she took hold of his hand as the approached the front desk, chatting briefly with the nurse as they checked in and took their seats in the waiting room.

[famishdd]

@miillennials

“Shit.” Kicking the wheel of her beat down 85′ Bimmer. It had been a gift from her dad, his own high school graduation gift but now..it was stalling her dramatic exit. The damn car had been giving her trouble for weeks and now noticing a wave of smoke wafting from beneath the hood her eyes widened. “Okay I know you are standing behind me so lets be clear. I am still upset with you and if you laugh I promise I will go back inside that bar, find the sharpest knife and stab you.” Letting off a few more swears she pulled her jacket tighter as she turned to face him, her breath visible in the Alabama winter night. “Can you...give me a ride home?” Home was technically belonged to both parties but her previous plan of driving off in a intense fury, followed by him arriving to an empty home had been thwarted. For the night at least. “We can pick up something to eat on the way there...I’m kinda hungry. I guess.”