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Entry tags: | ^ week 18, analise gordan, bridget mackenzie, | ana and bridget |
Week 18 - Thursday
Characters: Bridget and Ana
Location: The farmhouse porch
Summary: Bridget comes out to offer a shoulder to cry on to Ana after the fight with Drew.
Rating: PG
The car was a spec on the road before Ana moved from where she was standing, looking guiltily down at the spilled food on the ground. Food wasted. She’d let her temper get control of her just like always. But if Drew hadn’t been so jealous, had only trusted her like he should have...
“Dammit, Drew!” she yelled after the car as it vanished from view. Screw cleaning up the food; the birds could have it. Turning away, Ana didn’t even make it into the house before she broke down, collapsing into a seat on the porch and sobbing.
A moment later there was someone on the porch with her. Bridget hadn’t wanted to eavesdrop, but Ana and Drew had been so loud she couldn’t help but hear most of the argument. She’d been jealous of the couple when they’d first arrived at the Suites back in Las Vegas a few months back, that Ana had survived to come back to her lover and Jake had not been returned to her. But she’d gotten to know them over the intervening time, and didn’t want to see a fight ruin their relationship. Besides, it would make the entire group miserable if Drew and Ana sniped at each other for weeks or months or however long it took them to make up.
She smiled at Ana, one hand on her belly and the other behind her for guidance as she eased herself down next to the other woman. “I couldn’t help but overhear some of your fight,” Bridget figured it would be better in this case to just admit she’d heard and get it out of the way. “Want to talk about it? I’m willing to listen, or just be a shoulder to cry on.”
“Oh, Bridget, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so loud.” Ana exhaled waterily, embarrassed at knowing anyone who was around could have heard all that. “I just...he’s just...dammit, Drew,” she swore again, unable to explain.
“He’s a man, isn’t he?” Bridget smiled wryly. “They can all be pigheaded and stubborn at times.” From what she’d heard of the argument neither had covered themselves in glory, but who did when an argument degenerated into a knock out drag out screaming fest? It seemed to her that Drew was the one being unreasonable.
“He thinks I’m in love with someone else.” That just mad him stupid in Ana’s book. “God, how could he?”
“Because he’s an idiot,” Bridget responded, wrapping an arm around the other woman’s shoulders. “You came all the way from Seattle to Las Vegas when you could have just decided he was surely dead, stayed with him when the power went out and then when we moved up here, and once we got settled. Of course you want to go back just to check on your real boyfriend.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s an idiot.”
That got a breath of a laugh. “Oh, sugar, you mind tellin’ him that? Cause he sure don’t want to hear it from me. And all this because I wanted to be honest about what happened with me up north.”
“What did happen?” Bridget wondered what she’d tell Jake about that night with Orin if she ever saw him again. Had Ana had the same experience up north?
“It wasn’t even nothin’.” Though having to talk about the nothing made another round of tears of tears spill over. “But I did think he was dead. I did. If I had come after him and he wasn’t there, I don’t think I could’ve...he was dead. Everybody died. And it was nice there and I had friends. Didn’t even sleep with Mason but we kissed once.”
Bridget felt her own eyes tear up. “At least you would have known for sure. I probably never will know what happened with Jake.” She didn’t mean to insert herself into Ana’s situation, but she couldn’t help herself. It was always in the back of her mind and not knowing was the worst.
Ana squeezed the other women’s hand. “I’m sorry, hon. Here you are missin’ him and I could have had Drew so much sooner and I was scared.”
“I do,” Bridget looked down at her stomach and squeezed Ana’s hand back. “But life goes on and I guess I do too. There’s nothing wrong with being scared, but you came and that’s what matters more than anything else. If Drew can’t see that then he’s an idiot.”
“I just wanted to let them I was all right. Didn’t want anybody to worry about me, so they needed to know I was all right. Wanted to go show off Drew a little bit too,” Ana sniffled. “What am I goin’ to do now? He don’t want to be with me if I go and I cant stay with him if he don’t trust me.”
“Want me to try and talk to him?” Bridget asked. “I don’t know if it’ll do any good, but maybe after he’s had a good sulk and cooled down he’ll listen to reason. I’m sure he trusts you, he’s probably just jealous and can’t admit it.” They’d been such a loving couple since she’d known them, it would be a shame if something like this tore them apart.
“Yes. No. I mean, I don’t know. I guess if you want to talk to him, that’d be all right.” Suddenly Ana stilled and when she spoke her voice was breaking. “He doesn’t - he thinks that - oh Jesus, we’ve really broken up, haven’t we?”
“When you’re screaming at him to get his things out of your room and that you’re done, that’s usually called a breakup.” Bridget couldn’t help the words that came out of her mouth, but she gathered the other woman into a hug. “We’ll get the two of you back together, don’t worry. You love him, he loves you. We just have to pound a few things through that thick male skull of his.”
Ana cried a little up against, Bridget’s shoulder. “If he just wouldn’t be so stupid, tryin’ to tell me what to do.” She sighed. “I don’t want to lose him but I don’t want him thinkin’ he can just tell me he won’t be with me everytime I do somethin’ he don’t like.”
Bridget looked at the other woman for a moment, gathering her thoughts before she spoke again. “The two of you finding each other after everything that happened is like winning a hundred million dollar Powerball jackpot, the odds are so far against that happening as to be out of sight. If he can’t realize that and what kind of woman you are, then he doesn’t deserve you. When Drew comes back I’ll provide the verbal two-by-four upside the head and hopefully get him thinking with his big brain instead of his little one, then send him on to you.” Bridget’s eyes flashed, looking forward to the verbal tongue lashing. Maybe it would provide some catharsis for herself as well as Ana.
Ana sighed again, pulling away to wipe her eyes. “Oh, look at me, I’m a mess. Enough about me, what about you? How you doin’, sugar?” If they kept talking about this all day, she’d be a wreck. It was time to try and think about something other than Drew, where he went, if he would be safe and when he was coming back.
Bridget accepted the change of subject without complaint. “I’m ok, I guess.” She let her hands rest on her belly, gently rubbing up and down. “I feel like I’m blowing up like a balloon these days. I’ll need to find new clothes before much longer, I’m starting to outgrow what I’ve got.”
Ana sat up a little, happy to hear of something she could help with. “I might be able be able to let some things for you. I never did much tailoring but I might be able to do somethin’ if you have things with lots of seams. Could make somethin’ for you if we have material.”
Bridget looked over at her. “That’s right, I’d meant to say something to you since you’d said you had experience with making clothes. If I find the material or some clothes you could let them out or make some new ones? What I’ve got is really suited more for the southwest than up here. It’s getting toward wintertime and I’d rather not look like a mummy who swallowed a couple watermelons.”
Ana laughed, feeling herself relax a little bit. “I’ve never made a pattern for the whole watermelon shape, but we’ll get somethin’ figured out. Course, when I was makin’ my own clothes, I was goin’ pretty punk. How do you feel about safety pins?”
“Saftey pins?” Bridget wasn’t sure what to make of the question. “For pattern making you mean? I guess that would be all right, but I’ve got half the pregnancy ahead of me yet.” She glanced down at her swollen middle and gave it a pat, a wry smile on her face. “I’ve got a lot of getting bigger ahead of me yet.”
Ana couldn’t help it; she laughed hard. “Oh no, I was just teasin’ you, sugar,” she said between breaths. “I used to sear clothes that I’d rip into pieces so the only thing holdin’ up were rows of safety pins. I don’t really think that’s your kind of look,” she grinned.
“Oh.” Bridget felt her face heat up a little at the explanation. “I should have known that. No, my sister and I never had a goth or punk phase growing up.” She shook her head, a smile crossing her face. “Not my kind of look at all.”
“That’s all right; I was probably punk enough for both of us,” Ana told her. “I’ll get you fixed up and I promise no safety pins and no pleather.”
“Could you even find pleather here?” Bridget chuckled at that comment. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but imagined it was some kind of imitation leather.
“You know, I don’t know,” Ana told her, “but that’s probably a material that’s not bein’ hurt by bein’ forgotten.”
“I don’t think we’re going to see pleather, polyester, or any other kind of artificial fabrics much longer.” Bridget shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll mourn their passing.”
“You’re probably right,” Ana agreed. “Might not be a bad idea to make a trip to some fabric stores, see if they have any rolls left while that stuff’s still available.”
“I’ll go with you if you want,” Bridget offered. It would get her out of the house and let her feel more useful than she would otherwise.
“Sure. Maybe tomorrow or in the next couple days?” Ana suggested. Got to be better than worrying about if I should go up north and what will happen if I do.
“Sounds good.” Bridget nodded. “Just let me know and we’ll go.” She pushed herself off the couch. “Now if you’ll excuse me I think I need to go visit the little girls room before I have an accident.” She smiled at the other woman and gave a small wave. “I’ll see you after while. Don’t worry, everything’s gonna be fine.”
Ana waved back and hoped like hell Bridget was right. “Thanks.”