Who: Demitri and Darcy What: Talking about the possibly Where; Their home in Ireland - Her room. When: Saturday Morning Rating: R - Language Status: Closed/Incomplete
He'd been walking back and forth, avoiding her since he found out. How the hell could she let this happen? That was his first thought, he was beating her up for something that was really both of their faults. It took him a good day to even start to think about it. They were going to be parents. Fuck that kid was going to be messed up. How could they bring a child into a home where they didn't even really love each other. At least he didn't think that she really gave two shits about him. Not that he did anything to help that out. He never gave her a reason to like him, or even want to spend time with him past sex. Great, would they be able to have sex if she was with child? That'd be a problem for him. He wasn't the type of guy that could go that long without sex.
Well, he had to go talk to her. That was the one thing he could do right? Well he had to say something. Finally he left his study, he went to the kitchen where he got himself a glass of water before heading towards her room. It was actually really nice that they could just not see each other in the house for that long. He was really starting to like that about where they lived. Even though he still hated that he knew he couldn't afford it.
When he found her in her room he knocked, shit, what the hell did he say to her now? "Darcy?" Was all that he managed to get out.