allison (raheta) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-01-18 22:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | heather mason, sam winchester |
WHO: Heather & Sam.
WHAT: Getting their acts together.
WHEN: Fifteen minutes after their phone call.
WHERE: The Winchester house, then who knows?
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: Incomplete.
By now, Heather thoroughly felt like an ass. Not about the hurt she'd felt ever since Sam ran out on her, not about the anger and all that, but because of the way she'd acted right before he called her. Saying she thought she disgusted him. Granted, it was the way she was beginning to feel since he wasn't talking to her much, or even really glancing her way without averting his gaze a second or two later. She just felt like ever since she'd told him she was pregnant, he'd looked at her as if she was carrying around something that he wanted no part of, something that angered him and scared him and just upset him in general. Deep down, she knew it wasn't disgust, but she couldn't help the outburst she'd had earlier. She couldn't really help a lot of the things she'd been doing lately. It was frustrating.
She wasn't sure what had caused the change of heart, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't relieved to hear him say he thought they'd gone long enough without talking. As she'd told Ruby, she didn't expect him to be happy or proud or excited, Not at all. All she wanted was for him to be there. She'd dealt with the whole thing pretty much on her own, save for the bits and pieces she'd talked about with some of her closest friends. Other than that, she just holed herself up in their room and didn't come out all that much. It was a miracle in itself that Claire had been able to drag her out for a little while before. But now Sam wanted to go out, and Heather wasn't going to deny him. She could've been bitchy and stubborn, she could've said no or hung up in his face, but that would put them right back at square one, maybe even worse off. She didn't want that.
Switching out of her sweatpants and t-shirt for a pair of jeans and a nicer top, she pulled on her sneakers and ran her hands through her hair to smooth it down. She didn't know where Sam planned on taking her, but she hoped the way she looked right now was appropriate. Just because she felt a little better about the prospect of getting through things with him didn't mean she wanted to put on a frilly dress and heels. She was pregnant, after all.
Moving out onto the front porch, she leaned against the railing and waited.