Evie Cohen {is coming} (backtolife) wrote in threadingwands, @ 2020-03-26 01:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: cepheus lestrange, character: europa patil, player: erin, player: kat |
WHO: Europa Patil and Cepheus Lestrange
WHAT: Lol the world might actually be ending
WHEN: Tuesday, 3/24; evening
WHERE: Cepheus' house
RATING|STATUS: Probably some swearing | In progress
Europa had been sitting on this for two days, but for a week, she had suspected. She'd suspected and worried, silently freaking out and doing her best to avoid upsetting the very fragile balance that had settled over the Shafiq-Patil household over the past couple weeks so that no one would have any reason to doubt her. Except for moving out of Parmesh's bedroom and into her own space. That she could do nothing about. Not only was she completely unable to be in the same room as him for any length of time anymore, but once the nausea and vomiting had begun, it would have been impossible to hide from him. And then he would have known. Because they hadn't had sex in almost two months, and as each day passed, it was increasingly unlikely he would accept that a pregnancy was his. Her husband was a fool and an idiot, but he wasn't stupid. That was the big difference between this time and the last time Europa had told Cepheus that she needed him. Last time, she'd only been upset. She'd been upset before. Granted, this time had been far worse than any time before, and she'd been damn near hysterical, but upset was something they had handled before and could handle again. This time, however, was the first time Europa had ever truly been scared. She was terrified. This wasn't just a fight with her husband. This was life and death. This was potential humiliation for all three of them, this was divorce material, this was--a lot of trouble. And Europa did not know what to do about it. She had to tell Cepheus, though. That was the only thing she was sure of. He needed to know about this baby. Even if she wanted to, there was no pretending it was Parmesh's. Europa didn't want to pretend, not anymore. She was so tired of pretending. She just didn't know what to do about any of it. All of her options seemed terrible. But one problem at a time. Unable to face her husband, she bundled her daughter and packed some toys and took her Cepheus' house. They played in a spare room with a lock on the door while they waited, Europa trying to keep herself calm while she sporadically child-proofed the room so that Priya wasn't likely to hurt herself on anything while she was gone; this was not going to be a conversation for a little girl to overhear. When she heard him, she told her daughter she would be back in a few minutes and locked the door behind her. Her fear had been mostly under control while she'd had tasks to complete and a child to entertain, but now her control was starting to unravel. "I'm sorry, Cepheus," she blurted out, "I'm so sorry. I thought we were being careful but apparently not careful enough, I messed up and I'm sorry." |