althea heart

❝ you cannot TAME her. when she comes, it’s because she WANTS to. and when she stays: you should be ON YOUR KNEES IN THANKS foxes like her choose their dens with the sharpest elegance. DON'T betray TRUST. DON'T send her RUNNING. keep her close and love her hard or you’ll NEVER see her again. and trust me, you’ll miss her when she’s gone. YOU'LL MISS HER MORE THAN ANYTHING. ❞

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damcge·

          asher is glad she can’t see his face when she tells him the news - mostly because it’s heavy news, and he needs to be the strong one in their relationship right now for her and their babies. though he knows how serious a diagnosis like that can be, and seeing how the older heart brother looked recently, he could assume he’d been dealing with it a while. after he’d composed himself he leans back to look at her, taking hold of her hand and leading her over to the couch so she could sit and he leans down in front of her. “ breathe, bub.” he could tell she wasn’t, so he squeezes her hands softly to try and calm her down or get her to focus on him. “ they will be okay, our babies.. they have a strong mom.” he brings one hand from hers to hold against the bump, thumb brushing over it as he did often to try and feel a kick. “ what did he tell you?” 

        she obliges, trailing not too far behind as he guides her to the couch. and she’s blinking in confusion at his words before she realizes that, in fact, she had not breathed. and she’s inhaling a shaky breath, light gaze falling to her bump before settling on her boyfriend’s hazel optics. the blonde shakes her head slowly. ❝ i don’t feel strong... i can’t believe i didn’t realize somethin’ was wrong with my own brother. if i can’t be a good sister how am i goin’ to be a good mom ?? i...  ❞ she’s grateful for him if not anything else. he’d been there through so many of her panic attacks he deserved a phd in the study of althea. she’s overwhelmed if not flat out scared. guilty, even. but mostly, scared. her attention falters at the instinctive kick against the warm spot his hand provided on her bump. and she’s crinkling her nose, half-hearted smile finding her lips. she’d never get used to that feeling. ❝ he said it was a tumor ?? got it, uh, removed but it spread and now he’s... he’s gettin’ chemo. ❞

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noahcart·

           noah drops his gaze to the floor as he waits for her response to the news, glad that the look on will’s face when he found out wasn’t etched into his mind because he had been so drunk. though his little sister was emotional on a good day. “ i um… had a tumor and they got it out but, it spread first.” he nods, before shaking his head and his eyes well up with tears a little as he he loos up and notices hers. “ god… thea i didn’t wanna tell you like this, you’re supposed to be.. this is supposed to be an exciting time for you and i’ve gon’ n stressed you out.”  he walks forward to her a little, tired arms coming to wrap around her shoulders as he holds her tight. “’m sorry.”

            ❝ why didn’t you... tell me ?? ❞ that’s her first well thought out question and for a moment, her heart seems to sink lower than her stomach. something she didn’t think was possible and yet... light hues take in his features, correctly. and she’s feeling like a shitty sister for not realizing sooner. ❝ did you tell anyone ?? jesus, noah... are you - fuck.❞ there’s a lack of brain function from her part, she’s taken aback and her plans seem to be set off course. there’d been a total of two times that althea had cursed - one being at asher and now... well, noah. the important men in her life seemed to have it out to turn her into a potty mouth. her touch is gentle but firm as she returns his hug, shaking her head. ❝ don’t be sorry, no - just... ❞

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damcge·

         as usual, his expression is warm and he goes to offer his girlfriend a smile as he notices her petite figure with her ever-growing bump and he quickly takes the box from her and sets it down so she isn’t holding anything. “ baby…” his hand comes down to tuck under her chin so he can see her face better once he realises she’d been crying. “ wh-what’s happened?” he asks, brows knitted tightly in confusion and concern though he wraps his arms around her tightly to try and comfort her despite not knowing what’s going on. “ is it the babies?” 

          no trace of refusal follows his actions and so she stands still as the box leaves her grasp, light gaze flickering up towards him as her chin is lifted. and she’s biting back a sob, weak whimper leaving plump lips. ❝ n-noah’s got... he’s go-got cancer. ❞ her words are stuttered, breathy seeing as she’s still fighting to breathe properly. he’d stunned her, at most. but she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to cope with news like that in a state like hers. arms wrap around him in response, shaky inhale following as the blonde furrows her eyebrows, yet again, in worry. ❝ the babies ?? god, i hope they’re fine. ❞

[theaheart]

noahcart·

            noah’s gaze is on the floor, contemplative almost as he closes the door behind him and itches the back of his neck as he brings hazel hues up to his sister who was now sitting - thankfully. “ i uh…. “ he swallows back a couple of times - he doesn’t want to cry, he was her big brother, he needed to be strong - but this didn’t get any easier. “ don’t worry. it’s… it’s gunna be okay, promise.” an empty promise is a loaded gun - he doesn’t now if he’s going to be okay at all, but he needed to preface this with some sort of hope. “ i’ve been sick, for.. some time.” he nods, “ i’ve uh, got cancer, the.”  he exhales, hazy hues trying to find something in her features that would tell him that this wasn’t going to stress her out too much. “ but it’s okay… i’ve been doin’ chemo and it’s gunna be alright.” his gaze flickers to her rather large baby bump and his heart breaks a little as his mind wanders to the idea, would he ever get to meet these babies?

           light gaze takes in his state, worrisome optics all but analyzing his features. and then she’s holding her breath as his voice calls out, frustratingly needing to know what was wrong with her big brother. she’s resting her hands on her belly, a habit she’s seemed to pick up. and then her gaze narrows slightly, the news seeming to echo in her head. she’d been hoping to breathe out in relief and all she can muster is lack thereof air escaping her. her lungs are grasping onto the previous breath she’d inhaled, causing a noticeable falter in her breath. one that seems to go on for far too long. ❝ what ?? ❞ it’s all she can muster. althea’s overwhelmed, she’s scared. selfishly, scared of losing him. and all she could gather was a weak ‘what’ that and the gathering of tears in light gaze. not that she’d even noticed she’d began to cry.

[theaheart]

damcge·

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for once, asher had used his brain and with the help of his mother had managed to find a small place to rent just off campus - he was due to have twin newborns with thea soon and the idea of having crying babies in dorm rooms just didn’t sit right with anyone. there were boxes to unpack still, but he’d spent half of the day setting up a bed in one room, and two cots in another room. his mom had left, putting a lasagne into the oven that all he had to do was take out when it was done, and he’d laid down on the couch waiting for thea to finish grabbing some of the stuff from her dorm room. “ finished already huh?” he smiles warmly as he hears her at the door and gets up to go help.

          if she’s being honest, althea has no idea how she got to their place in one piece. her hands are shaky and her eyes are red, puffy and sting awfully due to the tears she’d spilled on the way. her big brother had been suffering in silence -  she didn’t know how to feel. to feel anything but guilty felt awfully selfish. how could she not notice ?? she’s clutching onto the box as she kicks the door closed, hues flying in the direction of his footsteps before a quivery bottom lip juts out in a pout. ❝ y-yeah... i’ve, uh, s-some stuff’s in... in the tr-trunk. ❞ she can’t bring herself to smile, not in the moment. because seeing asher is enough to make her want to crawl into bed for the next year with nothing but his arms around her. 

[theaheart]

noahcart‌

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he knew it was only going to be downhill from here on out - their oldest brother knew about noah’s illness and so did their parents - it was the smartest decision for noah to just tell the rest of his siblings before they found out off someone else. especially given that he wasn’t going to be getting any better. his hand balls up into a fist to knock on his sister’s door, eyes hazy from lack of sleep as he waits. “ we need to talk.” he murmurs, when she eventually answers and he is filled with guilt for the amount of stress he is about to put on his heavily pregnant little sister. “ do you wanna si - you should probably sit down.”

           delicate hands had been folding the last few clothes of hers that she’d not yet put in one of her boxes when the knock sounded. eyebrows furrowed slightly, curious hues flickering towards the door before she neatly placed the dress she’d been folding in the box before slowly making her way to the door. a hand rest on a hip as the blonde tugs the door open, gaze falling on her big brother. instantly, she offers him a smile - one that fades as her gaze takes in his features. she’s eyeing him worriedly, further opening the door before moving to let him in. ❝ what’s happenin’, no ?? ❞ she’s uneasy, not used to seeing noah in this state. but she obliges, leaving the door to him before cautiously lowering herself onto the chair by her desk. ❝ 'kay but... you’re startin’ t’ scare me. ❞

[theaheart]

damcge·

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              “ and you must be the dad, yes?” it takes asher a moment to realise that the nurse was talking to him, so he smiles nervously and nods his head, “ y-yeah.” nerves aren’t really ever anything he has had to put up with before, but he was about to hear his baby’s heartbeat and maybe even see something, so now was a time for new feelings if anything. straight away, the technician is putting the goopy stuff on thea, and he reaches for her hand, gently squeezing it. “ you ready?”

           she’d fallen silent ever since the nurse had finished asking her questions. currently, light orbs were flickering around the office - the different baby size models, the machinery that was besides her and the technician. it was crazy to think she’d started showing much less to think that today, they’d hear their child’s heartbeat for the first time. she was giddy but definitely nervous. she’s flinching slightly at the cold cream placed on her stomach and light hues shift towards asher as his hand finds hers, squeezing. the lithe blonde is offering him a delicate smile before she nods her head slowly. ❝ i better be. ❞ she lets out sheepishly, gaze drifting towards the now lit up screen as the doctor shifts the probe around her small belly. and she’s all but holding her breath at the silence. 

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damcge·

           “ i didn’t think he’d hit me either until i saw him, i’ve never… seen him that angry before” he laughs once, almost nervously as she reminds him of the other brother’s tempers. honestly - he’d just been grateful that he hadn’t had an encounter with noah as of yet - because he was infamous for having the worst temper of all the heart brothers. “ do you want me to be there, when you tell your parents? or i mean.. is it best that i’m not there? will they be mad?” he questions, well aware that the two of them had not once even thought of considering not having this baby. it wasn’t an option for them. his features soften and he’s smiling as she tells him she loves him, “ well i’m glad you know.” he shakes his head, looking down a little before gaze focuses back on her, “ i’ll never forgive myself.. i couldn’t.” he shrugs, letting her move away from him and he too gets up, walking toward her closet as he sighs contently. “ you got anymore of my t-shirts in here that i can wear?” his voice has the hint of a laugh amongst it because she probably had most of his favourites - but he didn’t mind. “ i think they gotta put that goopy stuff on your belly so something comfy.” 

           thea sighs softly, offering her boyfriend a sheepish smile. ❝ it’s not his finest moment... i just picked an awful time to tell him. ❞ the blonde mutters before nodding her head slowly. ❝ think they’ll be more mad if you’re not ‘round when i tell ‘em - at least, dad. ❞ light gaze settles in on her clothes as she glances back at him for a moment, slim digits hovering over the different materials of her clothes. ❝ why not ?? i already have. ❞ she’s sincere and genuine with her words because she had, in fact, forgiven him. at his next words, the small framed blonde releases a playful scoff - shooting him a pointed look. ❝ you offend me with that question. ❞ and she’s moving her clothes aside, revealing the folded t-shirts in the back of her closet along with the hoodies she’d brought back. ❝ every article of clothin’ there represents my own blood and sweat, asher. don’t ya dare take ‘em home. also... don’t make a mess. ❞ she’s kidding, mostly, but she does little to hide it as a smile claims her features and she’s moving to let him sort through her stash of his belongings to slip on a pair of white jeans. ❝ goopy stuff ?? baby, you’re so... weird. ❞

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damcge·

               “  coachella…. remember when we were like what… sixteen and tried to sneak out to travel there?” he laughs a little at the memory, back when they were nothing more than friends who had a small past. now, things were much different. “ well i know the other two know,” he laughs a little, pointing up at the bruise along his face. “ at least i don’t have to worry as much about those two, don’t think they are… punching types.” though the idea of him telling his twin and him being mad or opposed to any of it was something that asher was a little worried about, because if he cared about anyone’s opinions other than thea, it was his family. “ i thought maybe we could tell mom together.. she’d like that i think.” he shrugs, sure that she would probably lecture him on condoms when thea was gone but nonetheless would be happy that she was getting a grandchild. “ perfect.” he repeats, imagining a family of four and he is full of warmth. his gaze is glued to hers now as she speaks, waiting for some sort of reluctance from her - but there is none. “ i love you.” he nods, “ i am better.. i will be, i’m going to show you every day until we die.” his hands leave hers to smooth around to her waist, his head leaning down to press a kiss to her stomach gently. “ i’ve never been more happy that you’re mine.. and you’re gunna be my baby momma….” he laughs, not sure if that’s even a thing. he holds her close, pulling her down onto his lap gently. 

            she’s reminiscing in the memory, smiling lightly with a nod. they always had been so impulsive... or, well, she was impulsive when it came to him. otherwise, the southern belle was quite... cautious. and yet, here they were. his words pull her out of her thoughts, furrowed brows reflecting her concern as a delicate index finger lifts to hover over the damage her brother had done. ❝ i didn’t think he’d hit you... ❞ her words are soft, whispered but sheepish none the less. and then she scrunches her nose up, making an unconvinced face. ❝ have you met aaron ?? levi... definitely not, very passive but then again that’s what i thought of will... so... ❞ it was almost comical, really, the hearts were all so different but so very aggressive when it came to protecting their own. althea was soft, definitely delicate but she would slap someone silly for any one of her brothers. ❝ i haven’t told my folks so... i’d love to tell her first. ❞ her gaze remains locked on his hazel one as he searches her features but she’s stubbornly standing her ground. and then she’s softening all over, smiling gently at his words. ❝ and i love you. ❞ the blonde chimes in, nodding slowly. ❝ i know that you’re trying, ash. that means a lot. ❞ she nods slowly before her eyebrows furrow slightly, fingers gliding through his soft locks. ❝ you have to forgive yourself, baby. ❞ heart shaped lips press against his own in a delicate kiss. and then she’s taking a step away from him, grinning lightly as she treads back towards her closet. ❝ we have to leave soon and i don’t even know what i’m s’possed to wear to this. ❞

[theaheart]

damcge·

              asher smiles warmly as she scrunches up her face, the odds really were against her when it came to the likely stature of their future children - her oldest brother was one of the few people that stood taller than asher. “ nope because then you wouldn’t have the best view on my shoulders for festivals.” he laughs because that’s the only thing he could come up with. “ the little bean.” he repeats, a grin on his lips still and he nods, “ i’m good nervous too.. about everything.. i still haven’t told ry.” he clears his throat, brows furrowed because it felt wrong - his twin not knowing he was going to start a family. “ is there nothing you can do to help? like i don’t know, ginger maybe? i know when i catch planes mom gives me these ginger tablets so i don’t feel sick.” muscled frame pulls her close with ease, “ we can have both… eventually.” he tilts his head, “ thea..” he looks down at her hands, swallowing the lump in the back of his throat because he didn’t know if he wanted to know the real answer. “ if… if you weren’t pregnant. would you still want to be with me?”

             laughter follows his words and she shakes her head, amused that a festival was the best argument he came up with. ❝ i’m sold, really. coachella won’t know what hit 'em. ❞ and she smiles at the echoed nickname for their child as long as their baby’s gender was unknown, she refused to say ‘it’ because their baby was definitely not an it. their little bean was a human being in the making. ❝ i haven’t told aaron... or levi. but levi’s... never up to date. ❞ she knows it’s deeper for him, ryder and him were joined since way before either of them could even process their thoughts. so she’s sighing softly, smiling gently. ❝ tell him when you’re ready, babe. he’ll understand. ❞ or, at least, she hopes he will. thea shrugs slowly at his next words but her interest has clearly spiked. a solution ?? music to her ears. ❝ that’d be perfect. ❞ their own little family. sure, the circumstances of their beginning wasn’t ideal but it was what it was and she’d come to terms with it. althea raises an eyebrow as he calls her name, light gaze settling on his own before her eyebrows furrow. his words catch her off guard but she knows her answer and she’s a bit offended that he even has to ask. ❝ i'm not with you because i’m pregnant, asher. i’m with you because i love you, despite it all. i’m in love with you and i know you’re better than that. i believe in you and i know you can do better. this baby is not the reason why we’re together - we could have easily co-parented... if i didn’t think we were worth the fight. bubs hasn’t been born yet, he or she wouldn’t know the difference between us being together or not. ❞

[theaheart]

damcge·

            his hand comes up to rub at his face, still sleepy mostly because he hadn’t drunken all of his coffee - but also because the slowly healing bruises around his face were getting annoying both physically and emotionally because he knew the bruises served as a reminder of his discrepancies. “ only if you promise.” he sighs, watching as she gets up and he remains where he is on the side of the bed, coffee cup brought up to his lips again to take a less intense sip this time. his gaze follows her as she lifts up the shirt, his brows furrowing a little as he tilts his head to get a better look. “ i dunno.. maybe? you’re small and i’m well… not small, we could just be having a big baby… sorry peach.” he smiles a little, the glint of happiness in his eyes unmissable. “ it’s gunna be fun.. we get to like… see the bubs heartbeat and all that huh?” he nods, clearing his throat as he looks down and rubs spilled coffee off his chest. he almost jumps up as she stops speaking, but his now-tense body relaxes as she reveals all is fine. “ i really hope you’re not sick like you have been the whole time, seems… shit awful.” setting his coffee down he extends his hands out to her, “ c’mere, let me get a look at this bump.” he’s grinning, “ do you think it’s gunna be a boy or a girl?” 

              her nose scrunches up at his words because a big baby, kind of, made sense. it was times like these that she cursed her small stature and her brothers for taking all the tall genes. ❝ shoulda stuck to someone my own size, huh ?? ❞ she’s joking and she hopes he can tell from the sarcasm laced in her words. there was absolutely no one else she’d rather be doing this with, other than him. his words coax a gentle smile onto her lips and she brightens visibly. ❝ we get to see the little bean... god, that’s so surreal. i’m like... good nervous. ❞ her gaze settles on his shirt, snickering at the small stain. he could never have any form of food around, drinks included, without leaving a mark. what a guy. ❝ feels a whole lot worse than it looks. ❞ the blonde admits quietly before shrugging. ❝ but that’s alright, it’ll get better... i hope. ❞ she offers him another smile, delicate hands slipping into his as she moves closer. ❝ i dunno... having a boy would be great because a mini you but also a definite momma’s boy and having a girl would be just as great because imagine all the cute outfits and all the girl days we could have. ❞

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damcge·

         he can’t help but look at her and feel so many different things, he’s upset because he hurt her and he knew that things would take some time to rebuild between them - and he’s happy, because while they were still so young and naive, they were bringing a baby into the world together. he’d always wanted to be a dad, and in his mind there was nobody he’d ever want to do it with except for her. “ how you feeling?” he asks, mostly just because she had been sleeping, and to his knowledge she hadn’t been sick all morning. “ well we can ask today? the appointment remember?” he watches her gaze travel to his hand and he smoothes his thumb over her skin once more before moving it away and taking a hold of his coffee cup, taking a long sip despite the burn in his throat it offered.

              his displeasure with himself is more than evident to... well, anyone. but if she was being honest with herself, at one point she expected him to do something like that. he’d had commitment issues since way before they met and it’d take more than a revelation of their love to get him past that. at the end of the day, he couldn’t change if he didn’t want to. and now... it seemed to her that he wanted to. she’d forgiven him, mostly, but he hadn’t forgiven himself. that alone, was his punishment. ❝ i’m fine, i promise. ❞ she waits for his hand to move before she’s sliding out of bed, arms lifting over her head in a quick stretch. and then she shifts towards her mirror, curious hues dropping back to her stomach before lifting his t-shirt to observe. and, sure enough - the tiniest of bumps. her head tilts slightly and she turns back towards him, eyebrow raised. ❝ am i s’possed to have a bump yet ?? ❞ she’d heard his reminder but her attention had drifted and then she’s nodding her head, going back to his words. ❝ jesus christ... i’m so nervous. ❞ althea admits, dropping the shirt before moving towards her closet. ❝ i read online they’re s’possed to... like, prescribe me stuff ?? god, i hope something helps with the - ❞ her sentence hangs for a moment, head seeming to spin. she’s resting her back against the wall, inhaling a deep breath as the nauseas wave passes and she’s running her hands through her hair, waving it off. ❝ i was going to say morning sickness but the nauseas gettin’ pretty old too. ❞

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phcnixs·

              kaia’s green hues reluctantly travel over her best friend, and despite knowing there wasn’t anything wrong with her, she’s still concerned. she notices the interest in her friend’s features as she mentioned ryder, her high school ex boyfriend and thea’s boyfriend’s twin brother. “ good…” she shrugs petite shoulders, “ it was just after my shift and i think he went to some party and was drinking but like… i let him drive me around just so i could talk to him, is that bad? i don’t know… you telling me about.. the baby, kinda had me thinking about him.”

            she’s silent as her best friend speaks, attentive to the other blonde’s words. telling kaia had been... well, not her favorite thing in the world. her words had to be timed, well thought out and definitely delivered with caution but she’d done her part. there wasn’t much either of them could do to change either of their situations. her words register in thea’s head and she’s shooting her a knowing smile. ❝ 's not bad, i don’t think. ❞ the small framed blonde shrugs before inhaling a slow breath. ❝ was the conversation worth the gas, though ?? ❞ her words are playful, amusement clear in light eyes.

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damcge·

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“ good morning beautiful.” asher mumurs, his voice gravelly from sleep as he carries in two hot coffees and kicks the door closed with the back of his foot. he’d decided to stay the night last night because they had figured out nix wouldn’t be home, and he wanted to see if thea was okay. “ oh… no, wait, can you drink coffee?” his eyebrows knit together in confusion, setting the cups down on her nightstand and his hand subconsciously comes to smooth over the top of her stomach despite there being no real bump yet. 

              she’d woken up a few minutes before his return but had stayed in bed, gaze locked on her phone’s screen. as the door opens, she’s peaking over her phone - light gaze studying his frame before a delicate smile graces her features. ❝ g’mornin’ !! ❞ she calls back, the scent of fresh coffee instantly hitting. she’s suspicious for a moment because normally at this time, she’d of been kneeling over the toilet but apparently today she was getting mercy. for now. ❝ i can’t have too much but a little is fine, that’s what i found online. should probably ask the doctor... ❞ the blonde lets out slowly, gaze drifting towards her abdomen as his hand settles onto it. 

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phcnixs·

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         “ babe there’s some peppermint tea and crackers out here when you’re feeling up to it.” kaia calls out to thea from the empty common room, “ in case you feel off still.” she adds, taking a cracker for herself and dipping it into her cup of tea despite it being salty. “ i saw ryder the other night..” 

             light optics flicker towards kaia and she’s quiet for a moment, making no effort to move before sighing and nodding. ❝ thank you, lovebug. ❞ the past week and then some had been all about her and her... pregnancy. not everyone knew but those who did seemed to act as if they were walking around glass when it came to her. small hands reach for the mug, scrunching her nose up as nix dips her cracked into the tea before she takes a small sip of it herself. the other’s words spark interest, that much is clear, and thea’s raising an eyebrow - head tilting slowly. ❝ how was that ?? ❞ 

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williamcheart·

     it doesn’t take a genius to figure out something is wrong with the blonde, and will’s brows furrow once more in concern, “you’re…?” his words trail off as her arms wrap around him, his own enclosing her in a small, comforting embrace–hand rubbing her back soothingly as she takes a shaky breath, “’m here–” will mutters, softly, pulling back slightly at her apology. for a second he thinks that she’s sorry about dinah, about situations she can’t control–but the expression on her face shuts down the dismissal prepared on his lips and he frowns, “–what you got to be sorry ‘bout? what’s goin’ on, thea?” he feels stupid for a moment, for thinking about his own issues when his sister is on the verge of tears right in front of him–she was a priority, always had been.

             she definitely is sorry about dinah, although he’d dismissed her time and time again for expressing it. but right now, she was more sorry about what she was contributing on his grieving time of the year. her timing could not be worse. she’s biting back tears as he’s comforting her because somewhere deep inside, she’s convinced herself she does not deserve her brothers. especially not will. althea is silent for a moment, mind seemingly transporting itself to those times she’d slip into his room after a nightmare and he’d knowingly scoot over. or the times she’d fall asleep in his room and he’d carry her into hers. all those glares thrown at anyone threatening her happiness because one look from the eldest heart was enough to send anyone running. maybe that was why he was so... passive. his words tug her out of her thoughts and she’s glancing up at him hesitantly before she’s inhaling a deep breath. and for what ?? her voice was as soft as ever, just below a whisper. ❝ i’m pregnant. ❞ 

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noahcart·

             he’s sure that she wishes she’d brought one of the more passive heart brothers along with her instead of him - but he’s also sure that she had no idea that this would be the information she would be leaving the doctor’s office with. “ i need a fuckin’ drink.”he murmurs under his breath, running his hands over his face before he walks out a little, holding his hand out so she can get down from the tall seat. “ damn right you should have been more careful but if i don’t kill him dad will that’s for sure, you know it too.” his jaw tightens again, clearly angry at the situation but he is trying to tone it down for the location and the fact that she is his little sister, who is scared. “ are you alright?” 

             ❝ don’t cuss, no. ❞ the blonde is muttering under her own breath, regardless of her situation because those words were more of an instinct around any of her boys. ❝ god, i hope not. i can’t have a fatherless kid. ❞ she’s all but whining, hands threading in golden locks before she tucks her hair behind her ear and shakes her head. ❝ not right now... but i will be. ❞ or at least, she hoped she would be.