Mariska
Jack
Alex
'Lottie
I'll be your shelter
I'll be your storm
I'll make you shiver
I'll keep you warm
Whatever weather
Baby I'm yours
I'll be your forever, be your fling
Baby I will be your everything
I'll be your storm
I'll make you shiver
I'll keep you warm
Whatever weather
Baby I'm yours
I'll be your forever, be your fling
Baby I will be your everything
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Jack | Barakat
It shouldn't of come as a surprise when the white stick came back as negative. It shouldn't of felt like his heart was broken all over again as Jack had stood unusually somber in the middle of their spacious bathroom. But what should be and what was were two different things and it didn't stop him from leaning forward and wordlessly throwing the test into the trash. This time he had though Mariska had been pregnant. And god that was that all Jack wanted, to hear the little pitter patter of feet they had created running through their house and filling it up with shrieks and laughter. The kicker was; Jack and Mari would be great fucking parents. He had waited until he found the right girl, settled down with her and now they were ready.
And as he left the bathroom, his heart breaking in his throat, the dark-eyed man felt as if his dreams had been deflated again. How many times was this? For the past year since they'd been trying to conceive, and yeah at first it was fun- the sex was amazing, but after awhile with no results Jack began to wonder if something was wrong with him. The last time he was at the doctors, Jack had insisted they do a sperm count; and everything had come back normal. And he just didn't understand. Which led him to Mariska. He was pretty sure she could get pregnant, she hadn't told him otherwise and his striking blonde was always just as disappointed as he was when these tests came back negative. Speaking of Mariska, Jack had left that bathroom without asking if she was ok; and not wanting her to misread that he hurriedly backtracked to find her staring into the mirror vacantly.
Jack wouldn't lie the relationship certainly felt strained after the inability to make a baby, but it was more frustration with the situation than each other. This was still the woman that Jack loved, and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. So with quiet steps he reached her snaking his arms around her waist and planting a gentle kiss to her temple. Mari barely reacted and Jack could just sense her bitter disappointment. "Mari, Sweetie, it's ok." Jack crooned quietly into his lover's ear hoping to get her to smile. He detested seeing her upset, and as Alex would say, he was completely whipped; not that he minded. "Hey, we can keep trying. I know I suggested it before but we can visit a fertility treatment place. I knew a kid when I was going to highschool who's parent's couldn't conceive. They took an egg of her's and his father's sperm and whaddya know he's a triplet. Can you imagine three little babies running around?"
Any of Jack's own disappointment was shoved down as he recanted the story, his dark eyes lighting up with a hope he didn't entirely feel. "C'mon, let's go downstairs. We can watch Park's and Rec and I can make you something to eat. Or we can order out." He tried his best to cheer Mari up, and maybe a fertility clinic wouldn't be so bad. They could probably recheck the two of them for fertility issues and if there was none there would be plenty of options. And while he knew Mariska wanted to have their own child, adoption was always on the table for both of them.
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Lottie | Yardrin
There was nothing easy about Charlotte's job. Long hours that left her physically and mentally drained. Bitchy customers who didn't tip well, asshole men who thought it funny to grab her ass as she brought them food, and moreover the most overbearing, micromanaging boss one could imagine. 'Lottie was under no illusions. This was a dead end job that would give her back, joint, and hip problems- but it was how she made a living. Her brother, Viktor, wasn't much help for anything. While their mother lay sick in the hospital and bills mounted higher than the petite woman's head; he got out and got high. Good for nothing lowlife he was. Today was no different as Lottie clocked into the tiny restaurant already packed with people the din giving the small dark haired woman quite the headache. It was payday which meant 'Lottie could pay the bills on time for the shitty one bedroom apartment she owned.
Today she'd been at work for going on ten hours, having picked up a shift before this one, her dark feline-like gaze keeping an eye on the clock as she brought people's food and than cleared it. Since this restaurant had a bar people were oblivious- most in a tipsy stupor. She'd been catching her breath from the kitchen when a hostess bustled in, and barked "Got a guy your section. Needs his orders taken." Nodding, bristling at the sharp tone the forced on a friendly face as she made her way to table five . Charlotte had managed to duck and weave her way between customer and employee alike, pale hands with the slate-blue nails already searching for her notepad in the tiny apron that was part of her outfit. Which 'Lottie absolutely hated. The shirt was tight, low cut for the women, while the black spandex shorts left little to imagination. Joel said it would help them get better tips, but still. 'Lottie hated it.
"Welcome to Torey Row's can I start you off with something to drink?" Charlotte asked, her face partially hidden behind her chocolate colored curls. For a moment she heard nothing, and glancing up as if trying to prompt and answer she paused trying not to raise an eyebrow. It was clear this man was from high-brow society. Strange that he ended up in a place like this, stranger even that he was alone, though that was food for thought at some other point. Her dark emerald gaze took in a well defined jaw, with a bit of stubble, a caramel in color which matched his hair- save for the pink that she noted swirled into the brown. Something about him screamed artsy, and 'Lottie just hoped he tipped well. She had been lost in thought and didn't realize he had spoken, until the man cleared his throat- sounding like honey and smoke all at once.
"Uh- Right. I'll be right back with that. Oh, my name is Lottie, I'll be your server tonight." The slender waitress added on, in a rather disgruntled tone. The stranger's lips quirked up into a smile as if he were amused though she didn't linger. It was almost closing time and she wanted to go home. It wasn't long until she returned with his drink and took his order; trying not to gaggle at the fact that this man, who looked like he could choose a much better dive to eat, was here. Since it was approaching closing time, his food was out relatively quickly. It was in her hurry that Lottie, as fast as she dared headed back to the stranger's table. She had nearly reached it when she felt an ungodly force slam into her left side; sending her, the dish, and the food crashing to the floor. A squeak of terror left her throat as she wildly threw her hands out, catching herself on the wooden floor with a yelp.
The culprit, a man a bit too drunk for his own good and had been on his way to the bathroom looked pissed; and Charlotte braced herself for the tantrum that was surely about to happen. About her hte air swollen with the poigent stench of stale food and beer made her stomach turn as she tried to wipe what she could of the caramel-eyed stranger's food off her arms before the drunken man began yelling. "What the fuck?! Are you blind?!" He all but roared, drunken spittle collecting on the sides of his mouth like a drunken dog. Getting to her feet, wincing as her knee cracked Charlotte cast a mortified expression backwards to the man who's dinner was now all over the floor, before turning back to the angry drunken customers. It was as if everything had stopped and 'Lottie squirmed under the stares.
"Sir I was carrying a tray of food I didn't see-" She tried to explain before the drunken man cut her off, jabbing the air with his thumb. "I want to talk to your manager right now!" Shit. Joel was already anal about this kind of stuff and not only would the plates and the food be coming out from her already measly paycheck; she may get fired over this. He hated waitresses who couldn't handle food properly and paling she felt her stomach fill with ice. "I don't think that's necessary" Lottie tried to convince, hoping that by some miracle Joel wasn't already on his way out here. Forgetting about her customer, Lottie whirled around, casting her eyes downwards. "I'm terribly sorry about your food, as soon as this has been sorted I will get you a new plate on the house." God she was fucked as the drunken man who in her eyes had been at fault in pushing her and the food to the floor, once again began demanding her manager.
August 31st, 2015 at 06:52am