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Darcy Rhone is a total MILF (total_milf) wrote in wariscoming,

Sam would have been her first choice, since he was an expert, but he was married so that was a no go. No wife in their right mind would let their husband spend all of his free time with some other woman, interested or not. Darcy wasn't, for the record, interested in Sam Winchester apart from the fact that he seemed like a nice guy and wanted to help when she needed it. She wouldn't have slept with him if someone paid her to, but she did genuinely wish he could be her Ethan. To be fair, she never slept with Ethan and probably never would.

Her second choice would have been Clark, since he had already been so nice as to bring her ice cream when she was having a wicked craving...but she could not gauge whether he was old enough for her taste, just looking at him, and she didn't want to ask. Third choice went to Connor, because he lived in the complex and seemed to know his shit pretty well. She had already gotten the vibe from him, though, that he probably couldn't have wanted less to be a part of her life, so recruiting him as an Ethan replacement didn't really seem like an option. She would have to keep looking.

"God, I don't want to have my babies here..." she whispered more to herself than to Phoebe, but once it was out in the open, she looked back up at the other woman and gave a soft sigh, shaking her head. "I didn't want them, you know?" she admitted, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them. She hadn't told anyone, not even Ethan. "I was excited when I thought it was one and I just knew in my heart it was going to be a baby girl. And then, when Marcus left me, I packed my crap and flew off to England and kept telling myself it was going to be awesome to have a little Mini Me...and then," she went on, trying very hard not to cry even though her hormones were getting the best of her, "when I found out it was twin boys I didn't want them at all!" she wailed, big fat tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm a horrible mother already!"

After a pause, Darcy tried to compose herself, taking a deep breath and wiping her eyes, shaking her head. "I'm sorry...wow...these fucking hormones...I didn't mean to dump that on you," she said, sincerely apologetic. "Please don't tell anyone...and please don't judge me, because it's different now; I really do want them, now," she finished quickly in an attempt to redeem herself.