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Jake Mackenzie ([info]brotherofdemons) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
@ 2013-09-06 17:27:00
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Who: Rae and Cal Emerson
Where: Their townhouse
What: Waiting up
When: Friday night, 6 September
Rating: TBD
Open: No
Status: Threaded, in progress



Rae hadn't wanted Cal to go through the door.

She had her reasons, both logical and illogical. The logical ones were simple, Cal wasn't used to sights of violence or destruction, or great physical exertion of the type spending long shifts would entail. Also she wasn't entirely sure she trusted the door to remain open and not leave Cal trapped on the other side.

The irrational reason was simple: she wanted him on the island close to her if she needed him. She'd barely been a woman for two months, but her mind had been bathed in pregnancy hormones that entire time and the body certainly had been female far longer than that. It might be irrational but she simply hadn't wanted him far from her. She worried.

So for his first trip through the door Rae had tried to wait up for him, lying on the sofa in the upstairs drawing room and trying to read. But at some point her body betrayed her and her eyes fluttered closed as sleep took over, the book resting flat against her growing stomach.



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