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

Darcy couldn't help wondering sometimes if, because she was pregnant and the babies were getting so big, her stomach just literally couldn't growl anymore. That didn't seem normal and she never read or heard anything about it, but she got hungry all the time now and yet...she never heard her stomach growling. Still, it was lunchtime and she would've been hungry anyway, but it seemed like the babies were hungry, too, because Darcy felt like she hadn't eaten in literally days.

Taking the elevator was kind of the only option. She wasn't a big fan of them because, well, they made her stomach feel weird whenever they started and also when they reached their final destination. That little wobbly floaty feeling that happened every time the elevator stopped always made Darcy feel a little bit nauseated. It was worse, now. In any case, it was what it was; she couldn't risk falling down the stairs, and honestly...her back hurt so much from the weight on her front that she didn't really want to try. One of these days, she really would have to stock up from the store (or maybe also a little from the kitchen) and bring it upstairs to her apartment. Soon, she wouldn't even be able to waddle her way to the kitchen without help. It was already difficult just getting in and out of bed. She was huge, by even a less self-conscious person's standards, she thought. It was only a matter of time before getting up just wouldn't fucking be worth the trouble.

Somebody — Phoebe, maybe? — had mentioned, while Darcy had still been at camp, that there was a whole tub of deli-style pickles in the complex kitchen and Darcy was craving them again. If she was lucky, they'd still be there. When she got into the kitchen, though, her attention was drawn to the fact that someone was under the sink. Well, their head and shoulders, anyway. Darcy paused and tilted her head just slightly to the side, watching for a moment as she chewed her bottom lip. Handy men were the only kind of pornographic film premise she'd ever been able to watch without laughing.

Really, Darcy? That desperate? Like anyone would want you looking like this, anyway, give it up; go get your stupid pickles, she thought, shaking her head to push the thought away before moving to the refrigerator. She had planned on leaving Handy Man — who had a build similar to Clark's but, admittedly, Darcy hadn't met a lot of people here, yet, since she'd been so depressed and tired, so it could've been anyone — to his own devices, except that once she got to looking around in the fridge, she found strawberries and they sounded a million times better than pickles...except they'd need to be washed and the sink was, apparently, out of order.

Taking the plastic container out and grabbing a chocolate bar someone had (stupidly) left behind, Darcy closed the refrigerator and then pulled leaned against it to take some of the strain off her back. "Um, excuse me, I'm sorry...I don't mean to interrupt, but...do you know how long it's going to be before I can use the sink...?" she asked sheepishly, opening the candy bar and taking a bite to pass the time.