|Lyssa James (nothing_of_note) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2008-07-07 18:08:00
|Entry tags:||lyssa harper, lyssa james, owen harper|
Who. Lyssa & Owen
What. They need to talk.
Warnings. Probably swearing.
Lyssa looked tired, for the first time in days she didn't try and hide it. She walked out of their bedroom and stood in the living room. So he wanted to know what was wrong. She'd tell him, exactly what she told Jack and then some. She really hadn't wanted to worry him with how she was, but that had backfired for her. She walked around and sunk into a chair, sitting there she played with the ring on her finger. She didn't want to lose him. She loved him. She cared about him and everyone else more than herself, sometimes she was so stupid. All she wanted was the baby to be okay then. She'd survive somehow. She looked up, biting her lip then hoping that Rain was at a friends, Kit's or just out, she couldn't remember then but their daughter didn't need to hear what her parents were saying then.