Nina Pickering (pissing_jenga) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-05-26 17:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot, nina pickering, {george sands |
Characters: Nina Pickering & George Sands
When: Friday Evening
Location: Their cabin
Warnings/Rating: None planned! Norge. Gina. It’s gonna be cute.
Summary: Discussion of George’s werewolf support group. The fact he is wolf-free The state of the werewolf baby. Or babies.
Status: Closed, Ongoing.
When it came down to it, time was generally irrelevant on a train that travelled through ..time and space. But the last few weeks particularly, it was rushing by. Powers were coming and going, those with magical talents had lost them, and even those with supernatural afflictions were without them. So, the Vampires had all ..just dropped dead. So she wasn’t so awful as to be pleased; but she couldn’t say she was unhappy when it came to someone like Cutler being removed from the train. Mitchell? Well he was somewhat trickier. She didn’t entirely trust him, but she trusted they were safe with him; so he couldn’t directly harm them, two werewolves and a ghost. But even if he could. He wouldn’t. In short? It was complicated. Most of all time seemed to be moving quickly due to the whole being quite pregnant before she was even into what was considered the second Trimester. So she wasn't yet enormous, but as George had pointed out, it was too much, too soon. The best estimations she’d had were a run of the mill calendar based on what she already knew and one of those pregnancy calculators she’d found online with their tablets. Not exactly perfect science, but better than a whole wait and see; they were already headed into the unknown when it came to what exactly the baby was. December the calculator said, how the hell was she going to get to December without - well possibly exploding? If she was already, this size that the hell would December look like? The visual was almost catroonish. George wasn’t oblivious to this either, of course he wasn’t. In fact, he’d tried to help. Nina recognised that properly now and felt like well, honestly a bit of a knob for acting like she had. Pretty much telling him he’d done something that was quite insane, possibly stupid. Maybe it was - but the response to his confession as it was, had been surprising and he’d actually persevered for answers. He’d done something for her, for their baby. Annie’s grief, Mitchell returning to ..being less dead. All of it had distracted from Nina actually getting to bring this up, to actually let George know. It wasn’t remarkably late, but not so early she couldn’t start the bedtime ritual. Either way, lately she’d been hit of random bouts of tiredness and alternatively insomnia - Google, her current obstetrician deemed it normal. Nina had spent rather too long in the shower just now, letting the heat of the water slowly relax her from head to toe, drying off and pulling on some generally unfashionable pyjamas. Pink with a Scottish Terrier print. Funny. Those she’d salvaged shortly after arriving on the train. They’d been left in the baggage car; either collected in New York or Nebraska. They’d been a little on the big side at the time, but right now, that combined with and elasticised waistbands? She was close to saying sod it and wearing them constantly. After tidying up the bathroom, she wandered out looking to see if George was back. |