Post by sylent on Apr 3, 2011 1:19:37 GMT -7
TELL ME I’M THE ONLY ONE AND THEN
i might never be the lonely one, so hold me tight
• • • • • • • • • • • HAYDEN CALLAGHAN ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]
words: 666Sylent wasn’t in the mood to try and look good right now. She wasn’t really in the mood to do a lot, to be honest. With each day she got bigger and the bigger she got the more she wanted this to be over. Since Sylent had no real need to impress anyone given that it was the weekend she had opted for lounging around in her brother’s clothes. A pair of grey yoga pants covered newly purchased maternity panties (they made her feel sexy and right now that was much needed) and an oversized Disney shirt was on her torso. Now, usually this particular shirt was like a dress on Sylent, but it currently clung to her round belly and stretched Mickey’s legs. Her socks were knee high rainbows and her hair pulled back into a very messy pony, fringe hanging in her eyes and yesterday’s make up still decorating her eyes. It was smudged but she didn’t care. She had no plans on going out and the only people who would really come over she had no need to look good around. Hayden had already seen all that there was to see, and Chess and Chelsea had seen her at her ugliest. Justice was in his bedroom drawing most likely, her sister was at a friend’s and her brother was in the backyard playing with the neighbours kids, leaving just Sylent and her Gran.
She didn’t want to do anything. She wanted to lay on the couch until her due date. She wanted these babies out of her now. Well, she was conflicted about that actually. Sylent loved feeling pregnant, but she hated feeling so exhausted. The morning sickness had left save for certain smells that made her nauseated, but she felt tired all the time. As someone who had slept on her tummy for most of her life, she was also having trouble finding comfortable ways to sleep on her back or sides. To no avail, Sylent was tired and under sleeping. And she couldn’t see her feet any more. Sylent wasn’t used to being, well, bigger. Even in her first life she had been a smaller set woman, and having never had children back then this was her first experience with it. Sylent was so used to being small and skinny that she didn’t know how to feel about her swollen stomach. One thing was for sure was that she loathed her stretch marks and that she had had to remove her naval and hip piercings, and the tattoo around her belly button was now stretched and would no doubt look hideous for the rest of her life.
Right now, sipping almond milk and munching goldfish crackers that definitely went against her vegan diet (but they are so tasty and she was craving them like a beast so screw her diet for now), all Sylent could think about was one thing. It wasn’t that she was getting stretch marks, or that she wanted to go to bed and it was barely even noon yet, or that she looked like road kill. All that she could think about was what she had found about Hayden’s family. Finding information on people in this day and age was so easy with the technology available. It honestly hadn’t taken her much to find Hayden’s family, and what she had found scared her. This was something you should tell your girlfriend, something you should tell the mother of your future twins. Sure, she was keeping a secret from Hayden but that was different, that was something he could get her committed for. The fact that his family was mafia wasn’t what scared her, it was that he hadn’t told her about it. With a sigh she sent her boyfriend a text, telling him that she had been thinking of him and would enjoy his cuddles right about now. Sylent had never been good at keeping secrets and t was about time she confessed her snooping to Hayden.
outfit: clicky!
lyrics: the beatles, hold me tight.
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