Re: Library: Cris/Sam
[It felt kinda safe in the car. Maybe that was weird or whatever, but the doors were all closed, and it was just them, and it was like nothing bad could fucking happen. If it was just them, then everything was fucking safe. Sam knew shit couldn't always be like that, but she needed it just then, huh? The short little drive to the park and the pond, and the baby sleeping exhausted in the back. She reached over and ran her hand over Cris' thigh as he drove, fingers pressing against denim with firmness that probably wasn't needed, but that still made her feel better.]
She's not allowed to stand on your knees. She'll learn to walk sooner if you do that. [Sam was kidding mostly, but the baby WAS growing so fast, huh? It was this weird marker of time that she hadn't counted on, each milestone marking days gone or something equally fucking dramatic.] You gotta stay away from her. You can't see her or talk to her or anything, Cris. You're not going to jail or getting taken away from us because of some fucking redhead cunt, yeah?? If you take this job, you never go near her room or anything, not even if shit's broke in there, not alone.