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[bandagedbandit]

In which Clarissa finds herself with way more than she'd bargained for after a night with Lance. Here be pregnancy threads! (Probably not in any sort of chronological order...)

EDIT: Alternate source for part 1 of the first thread here. Because LJ is an asshat and DW comm-importing rules.

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[bandagedbandit]

[Continued from here]

You? With kids? [Sorry Lance, that's just not sinking in.]

Of course I don't wan't it! But I can't— [She swallows hard and shakes her head, holding her stomach closer.] I don't want it...but I'm damn well keeping it.

[mgm_52]

...heh.

You'll want it eventually.

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa just gives an agitated 'hmph', removing her arms from around her middle to cross them in front of her chest instead. There's no way she'll give Lance the satisfaction by saying as much but...she hopes he's right.]

Ugh, whatever. ...But I'm not moving in yet, got that? It's not like I need to anyway, the thing is probably the size of a peanut. I'm staying at my apartment!

[mgm_52]

Then I'll come visit more often.

[bandagedbandit]

Just because you knocked me up doesn't mean I'll cope any worse on my own! You don't need to, we see each other way more that enough at work anyway.

[mgm_52]

It's different now. You need to eat better and tripping can be fatal.

[bandagedbandit]

[...She had better not bring up how many times she's tripped over, walked into doors, stumbled on the stairs, etcetera, just in the few days just before finding out the news. Surely she'd know if something had happened to the kid, though. (...Right?)

Her gaze drops down to the side and she scowls at the floor.]

...I can handle those things on my own.

[Eating better? How hard can that be?

Avoiding accidents, on the other hand...]

[mgm_52]

[ threading a hand through her fringe gently, forcing her to look at him. ]

If it weren't for my sperm this kid wouldn't exist. So I'm doing what I can.

[ so romantic, Lance ]

[bandagedbandit]

[Clearly she picked a winner of a boyfriend.

The outlandish comment will earn an odd look from Clarissa. She'll remain quiet for a moment, before she huffs and rolls her eyes.]

...Whatever. Just don't be a pain in the ass about it.

[She closes the gap between them and wraps her arms around Lance, resting her head against his chest. She's not ready for this whole kids thing. ...But if she's making this decision she's going to have to be. At least knowing Lance is there makes her feel better about this than she thought it would — a little, anyway.]

[mgm_52]

[ silently he'll just hold her close with one arm, glancing over her head and focusing at a point on the wall.

and that was that! ]

Second trimester, week 22

[bandagedbandit]

[And so, Clarissa has finally resigned herself to the whole sitting around at home deal. Sort of. She's not happy about it. Of course she's damn well not, but now that she's beginning to look and feel more and more like a Wailmer, getting around is becoming more difficult. Waddling like an overweight Psyduck takes as much out of one's stamina as it does their sense of pride, and though Clarissa's still fighting to spend as much time away from the apartment as she can (which is never much time, granted, but it keeps off the cabin fever), some days that's really not happening.

Today is one of those days. Whenever Lance comes home from the base, he'll find his heavily pregnant girlfriend propped up with pillows on the sofa, a blanket draped over her as she doses in front of some inane midday chat show. Magmar and Clefairy sit at the other end of the sofa, keeping watch over their trainer as well as half-heartedly watching the TV. Human programming is strange.]

[mgm_52]

Already acting like a middle-age wife.

[ he murmurs the words as he enters home from a night of work. he tosses his hat aside, kicking off his boots as he deftly moves to the other room to change out of his clothes into something simple.

...he doesn't wanna' wake her, either. ]

[bandagedbandit]

[Lance needn't worry too much about that, as Clarissa's already begun to shake off sleep (though he's lucky she wasn't awake for that "middle-aged wife" comment). The sound of Lance coming in was enough to wake her just enough, and now she's aware of the continued sound of the TV she's not able to slip off back into proper sleep. But she's spent most of the day dozing on and off, anyway.

She begins to stir while Lance is still in the other room, blinking disorientatedly and vaguely aware of the other presence in the flat. Her eyes slip shut again and she remains leaning against the pillows for the meantime, waiting.]

[mgm_52]

[ he comes back into the living room area with a a wifebeater and some tight jeans on- all black, of course. he's not the type who worries about fashion at all, but still manages to look good.

spotting her away as he threads a hand through his hair, he'll move to sit beside her, flopping down on the couch. ]

[bandagedbandit]

[With their presence no longer needed, Magmar and Clefairy get up and leave; they don't need to be around now Lance is back, and they should give the couple a little space anyway.

Clarissa rubs her eyes sleepily, giving an agitated murmur as Lance flops down beside her (can't you sit down without jogging her so much?). She yawns, still sounding tired and sluggish when she speaks.]

...Not even a "hello, Clarissa" first? Geez... How was work?

[mgm_52]

Hello, Clarissa.

[bandagedbandit]

[She gives a tch but smirks just a little.]

Much better.

[mgm_52]

Same old shit.

[ directed at the 'how was work' ]

[bandagedbandit]

Still gotta be more fun than being here everyday. [She mumbles that gloomily. Yup, she's still bitter about the whole not being able to work thing.]

[mgm_52]

Look at all the fine television program you get to watch.

'I didn't know I was pregnant'.

[bandagedbandit]

[She snarls and punches Lance's upper arm, throwing herself back against the sofa cushions and crossing her arms in front of her chest angrily. Stop trying to make things worse than they already are, mr world's most aggravating boyfriend.]

Cram it! It's not my fault I've got fuck all else to do here, do you hear me? It's so boring it's killing me!

[mgm_52]

Maybe you should take up knitting.

[ he sits beside her. ]