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

A small frown crossed Darcy's face. She had some prospects, but no real position yet. Rumor had it she might not even exist in this world, in which case, she wouldn't be able to get a replacement for her driver's license, which was still in Ethan's apartment, six years in the past and over the pond. "Yeah...I know what you mean," she agreed vaguely. Darcy, too, had worked very hard to reach her own independant success and she was going to miss the status that came with her job from Manhattan. She had already started to miss it in London, honestly. The frown was replaced with a brief flicker of a smile before it returned. "Yeah, he's good; I like him so far," she replied. She nodded her understanding to Phoebe's interest in not needing a doctor. Darcy was the same way, although the babies weren't going to allow her the luxury of avoiding them, at least not for the next eighteen years or so.

Giving a weak but grateful smile, Darcy took the tea cup from Phoebe and sipped at it, looking over the edge of the cup at her newfound companion. After hearing what Phoebe had to say, her eyes dropped again and she took another sip of the tea. "I'm scared as hell," she admitted in a near whisper. "And that's part of why..."

Darcy took a deep breath and sighed around the lip of the cup before lowering it. "I don't know anyone here. Not really," she said. "Most of the people I feel like I can trust, I haven't even met in person. How can I just hand over my kids to total strangers just to take a breather?" she asked shakily. It was more rhetorical than anything, so she went back to the tea and lowered her eyes again. A weak smile surfaced at Phoebe's comment about the dresses. "That part sucks still, no matter how much I love my unborn boys," she sighed honestly.