#v;patter

[greeneyedblondi]

[ leaves a flyer for a puppy adoption weekend on their nightstand before he leaves for work ; by god he caved ]

Liv woke to the sound of the baby monitor and rolled over, glad she wasn’t screaming, at least. The squeals coming through the speaker made her smile and she sat up, figuring Alex was hungry for breakfast. The bright orange flyer on the nightstand caught her attention immediately. She grinned as she read over it, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Alex’s cries had started to reach a higher pitch, and Liv set the flier back on the nightstand and climbed out of bed, hurrying down the hall into the little girl’s room. 

“Come on, baby girl, you’re fine.” she grinned as Alex reached for her. “Hi, sweet girl. Come on, let’s go get some breakfast.” she still couldn’t believe Alexandra was almost a year old; seemed like just yesterday they were still painting the nursery, Bobby grumbling about the shade of purple but not able to hide his proud smile as he helped paint. 

[greeneyedblondi]

Air || Drabble

Things you said when you were scared || 22 weeks

“What do you mean?” Liv cocked her head, trying desperately to keep this from turning into their third argument of the week. She would not cry in front of him. Other than that first night they spent in the motel together after she found out she hadn’t cried in front of him since.

She pushed the pieces of the small but affordable crib they had bought that morning aside, wide green eyes watching him as he paced the small bedroom where the baby would sleep. Their baby girl. “Dean, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I...I can’t do this. I can’t be in love with you, Liv. It’s just…” it was true that he had just thought it the other day, the words nearly spilling over his lips. But he held them back, knowing that if he confessed his love for her the life they had built would come crashing down.

A million different scenarios had run through his mind. She wouldn’t love him back, or some kind of hellspawn would catch up to them and- he batted that one away; no time to think like that.

“Dean, it’s okay. I’m here with you.” Liv tried to reassure him, but she could see it in his eyes. “I know you’re scared. It’s normal. But I need you. This baby needs you.”

“I just...I need some air.” he was already moving out of the room and down the hall of the two bedroom house they were renting. Liv heard him pulling his keys from the hook next to the door and the creak of the door as he slid into the Impala.

She waited, still kneeling on the floor and blinking back tears. But the car never roared to life. Instead the front door opened and she heard his footsteps coming down the hall, relief flooding her when he knelt down and took her into his arms. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the words were repeated against her neck as he clung to her.

“I love you too, Dean.”

[greeneyedblondi]

Confessions||Drabble

Things you said when you thought I was asleep || 8 weeks

Liv rolled over in the bed, grinning when Dean moved with her, keeping their bodies pressed together, her back to his chest. There were a few boxes still stacked against the far wall, the last of their measly belongings waiting to be unpacked and placed in the new house. She wasn’t worried about what they didn’t have; that would all come later.

She felt his hand splay out across her barely rounded belly. She could still pass it off as eating too much if she cared to. “Liv…?” the word was barely there, whispered against her bare shoulder as if he was afraid she would hear. It was wrong; it was so wrong to pretend to sleep. But Liv knew Dean by now, and she knew he wouldn’t spill what was on his mind unless she made him or she wasn’t listening.

So she waited. Tried to stay as relaxed as she could, his fingers trailing across her stomach making her want to squirm and roll over and just-

No no! Stay strong. She held back a smile.

“Livvy….” This time he spoke softer than before. If she hadn’t been listening she would’ve missed it. “I’m…terrified…but excited. I’m so fucking scared for us.” his nose skimmed along her neck, and it took everything in her not to shiver. “I just want you to be happy, Liv. I’ll do anything to make sure that happens.”

Liv didn’t doubt him for a minute, the sincerity in his words made her stomach flutter. He was silent after that, and she listened as his breathing evened out, turning her head to kiss his hair. “I know, Dean.”

[greeneyedblondi]

Patter || Closed RP

@whiskeyfueled

Liv paced the small bathroom, cell in one hand, the other tugging at her hair in desperation. This couldn’t be happening; this wasn’t happening. She slid to the floor and hugged her knees, waiting. After being so careful, so cautious. 

When the timer on her phone went off she lunged for the test laying on the counter, taking a deep breath and flipping it over. “Fuck...” Tears swam in her vision, uninvited and unwelcome. “Fuck.” She couldn’t believe it, yet there was the evidence, two blue lines staring her in the face. Her stomach flipped and she got off her ass just in time to heave her lunch into the toilet. 

Part of her knew she should just do what she had to and get rid of it. Hunters couldn’t have children. Not normal children, anyway. The thought made her even more sick to her stomach. She wiped her mouth and grabbed the pregnancy test, doing some quick math in her head. Not that she didn’t know who the potential father was. She tried to remember the last time she even hooked up. A month ago? And that was- “Dean...”

She tossed the offending plastic stick back onto the counter, wincing as it clattered into the sink, and did the only thing she knew to do. 

[Text: Dean] Need to see you. ASAP.