WHOmad_marisol & dorian_j_adams WHAT Attempting to not kill each other and discussions of parenting. WHERE Marisol's Apartment WHEN Friday, March 2nd, 2012
This was a ploy, it was all a ploy. Deep down Marisol was sure that Dorian loved her, just the lack of a mother made him as flighty as a deer during hunting season. So long as he thought she was pregnant, she could convince him into forgetting the condoms now and then. Maybe when the real thing happens he might be more receptive to being with her.
She just got very lucky one of her coworkers got knocked up due to a one night stand, leaving her with so called proof that she was going to be growing a human life.
Beside the door sat a box of still mostly filled bottles, the glittering glass tempting her to open one and take several gulps in order to face Dorian who could already have begun drinking, who was most likely ready to put a fist into her wall. Groaning Mari settled herself on the couch, pulling her laptop close to check messages as she waited.