night turns another day, [valentine]

[ANGEL ELODIE SAYER]

The bags under the blonde's eyes told of the fact that last night had been a very sleepless one. Pregnancy hadn't exactly been a kind thing to Angel. The morning sickness, which happened to last all day, had only just subsided within the last month, her appetite had only just come back, and finally she was able to find the sleep her body had been craving for months to no avail. For the last month things had been good, she was looking better than ever and her once small baby bump was officially a round baby belly. Angel had always been rather petite, so it came as no surprise that for a while the only thing that seemed to grow were her breasts. Now her belly was all caught up, though not as huge as some of the expectant mothers. Still a baggy hoodie couldn't completely mask the evidence of a night six months prior, and to top it all off she was starting to gain slightest -adorable- little waddle, especially when she was tired. Though it'd be a month or two before the change in gait was glaringly obvious.

However, just as things started to gain a normalcy and the majority of the discomfort was over, things were shaken up again. It seemed her baby had finally found its feet, and once it did it refused to stop using them. Of course it chose the middle of the night to do this, so Angel was woken from a dead sleep by getting a swift kick to the ribs. At first she thought there was something wrong, she search frantically for any signs of broken water or blood, or something to tell her there was something terribly wrong. But then it happened again, this time against the side of her stomach, hard. Honestly it confused her, scared her to death, but after a few moments of panic Angel realized it was just kicking. It was the first time Angel had ever felt it, which was odd. By that point she should've already experienced it, but thus far the only thing she had to tell her the growing thing inside her was really there was the occasional case of hiccups she felt. The doctor was monitoring her, apparently the baby was fine, it was moving, it just wasn't kicking as much as it should. Which could be contributed to Angel's history with drugs and the fact that the start of her pregnancy was so rough.

When the realization of what was really happening finally hit though... well Angel cried, she balled like a baby, holding her hands against her belly to feel the baby's movement from the outside as well. It was as if it was all finally real. Sure she had seen it on an ultrasound, had heard the tiny thing's pounding heart from the very start, but to actually feel it kicking her? It sort of just blew her mind. Although after the first hour of no sleep it sort of just pissed her off. After a while it'd stop for a bit, let Angel rest her weary head for a little while, and then it'd start right back up again. Honestly the kid was brutal, for a while Angel was convinced it was getting pay back at her for whatever reason, then she thought that maybe there was something wrong, again. So after the third kicking fit Angel called her doctor and made an appointment for the earliest available time. It wasn't long after that when she realized there would be no sleeping, she'd be too worried to rest between the rib attacks and stomach jabs. Some TV, a shower, and tons of food later Angel was dressed and heading for the clinic, sleepy and full, to top it all off the baby hadn't kicked for a while. She took a seat in the waiting room, having already called Val, knowing he should be there. If not for the fact that it was his baby too, then for the fact that Angel was now determined someone else needed to lose some sleep thanks to this kid. Not to mention Angel was a little excited to tell him, or even show him, that the baby was finally kicking.

Then there was the little fact that another ultra sound would be done and maybe, granted the kid finally cooperated, they could at last find out if it was a boy or girl. It seemed that every time a glimpse was had at the little bugger it decided to cross its legs or move in such a way that there was no way of telling which gender it was. Honestly Angel was starting to think that regardless of the gender it was going to be a little hellion, a trouble maker. On could say it was already starting to take after it's parents with it's unnecessary antics.

tag: val/joey<3.
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wearing: this.
notes: okay so first off i improvised a bit, hope you don't mind, secondly i never expected it to be so long, sorry! oh and it's 1 a.m. at the moment so this post is probably suckie and full of fluff, again, sorry.

[VALENTINE SAMUEL LAROUX]

hearing the phone go off, the blone haired, nineteen year old rolled around on his bed, trying to figure out where his phone was. Valentine almost always fell asleep withyhe most random kind of things on his bed. He had his phone, his tv remote, clothes, everything he brought with him was generally on his bed with him. The boy packed light, just because he knew how hard it was to carry things around, since his own father kicked him out when he was fourteen. His father hated him, and he loathed his father more then anyone in the world, and generally, val didn't get along with anyone. Except Angel. He truely did love her, so there was no question that he was going to go and follow her when she told him that she was pregnant, and that her parents were sending her here. It wasn't lone before he had followed her here. It really only took a few days for him to join her here, and he wasn't about to go and leave her now.

Finding his phone, he tried to grab it with his left hand, but he couldn't wrap his long skinny fingers around the iphone. It wasn't like he was too half asleep to grab it, no; he just physically couldn't. His left hand was pretty much useless, since he couldn't move his wrist, and that generally meant that he couldn't use his hand either. Groaning, val turned ovet onto his face and answered it. "hello?" he said, clearly so tired that his voice was muffled and had that adorable half asleep ring in his voice. Angel. She wanted him to get out of bed, and go to st valentines to join her in the clinic. He didn't even have a clue what time it was, but none the less, he agreed to show up anyway. There was no way he'd do it for anyone else, but none the less, he sat up in bed after hanging up.

Clearly sleep just wasn't going to happen. Looking around his bed. He grabbed the bandage wrap and wrapped his wrist back up, make it leas noticable that his left arm was almost completely useless. Then he grabbed a pair of green mountain dew pj pants and pulled them on. At this point, he just did not care what the hell he looked like, it just didn't mattrer to him anymore. Rubbing his eyes, valentine pulled a black muscle shirt on and got up. He really just rolled out of bed, got somewhat dressed-- since it sremed to be wring to walk around in his boxers-- and started to get ready to do. He walked into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked alright, for someone who just got out of bed.

Walking out the door of this tiny apartment, he locked the door and started out to st valentines. Why was he doing this right this minute? He looked like trailer tradh and he knew that, he just didn't want to really get dressed, so he didn't. Walking onto the grounds, he had some people look at hin weirdly, but since when did he care about what others thought of him? Never. The only thing he did in responce to them was move his mangles wrist to his chest. Shuffling into the clinic, Valentine looked atound for Angel. His hazel eyes landed on her as he lookes around, and slowly moved over to her. He looked half asleep, but that was because he was. He wouls go back to bed in a heartbeat, but he knew angel wanted him here for whatever reason. Was something wrong with the baby? Or was this a hugely messed up time for an ultasound? It seemed to be important, so he stood in front of her, his wrist to his chest. It hurt, a lot. He couldn't move it, so it seemes to only make it worse. Angel was the only one who knew why he couldn't move it, but he doubted she's say anything, since he never complained about pain, ever.

Staring at her, he rubbed one of his eyes and yawned. "what's wrong with the baby?" he asked sleepily. He hoped everything was okay, he didn't want anything bad to happen to Angel, or that tiny thing that was going to be his child.



Tag: rinn&&angel
Notes: i wrote this all during class pn my iphone. I'm pretty proud of myself(:

[ANGEL ELODIE SAYER]

Angel was half falling asleep in the waiting room, despite the fact that the chair beneath her was probably the equivalent of sitting on concrete. It seemed as her belly got bigger she got more tired, drained, and when she didn't get the sleep her body craved she was like a narcoleptic. Of course she had far more energy now a days than she did in the beginning, which was pretty fantastic, for a month it had been feeling like she was herself again. Which meant one minute she was a smart ass and the next she was like a kid hopped up on sugar. That was a good thing though, the better she felt the easier it was for her to resist the one thing she craved more than any odd or delicious food or drink.

Angel woke with a start, she had only nodded off, closed her eyes for a few minutes of light sleep. Then again how could she not? She had showered, stuffed her face, and was running on little sleep, all that accompanied with her baby's current stillness left no choice for her body but to shut down. That is until she heard the door open. Eyes fluttered open, looking around, and soon landing on the one person in the world she was always happy to see, whether she showed it or not, Valentine. There he was shuffling toward her in all his adorably sleepy glory. Blue eyes looked up at him sleepily as he stood there for a moment, and that's when the baby started to go on another kicking frenzy, officially waking its mother up once more. A sigh passed the blonde's lips at Val's question, "your kid kept me up all night," her hand rested on top of her belly as she looked down at it. "It figured out if it kicks, and really hard I might add, mommy doesn't sleep" a humorless chuckle escaped her, the thought that it was just getting her ready for life after all this crossing her mind. "I don't sleep, you don't sleep" with that Angel stuck her tongue out at him, yup that was something she'd do, make someone else endure something with her, if only for the fact that she could.

After a moment a huge yawn escaped her, groaning a little she gritted her teeth slightly feeling a swift fetal kick to some sort of something that hard to be vital to her body. "But really I thought I should come in to make sure it's alright. I thought you should probably be here, especial since it could be our chance to finally find out if it's a boy or a girl…" Now a small, soft, smile crossed her face, eyes looking back up at him. All things aside, in spite of all this not exactly being ideal, it was sort of exciting, thrilling, and the thought of finally getting to know what gender the thing she was carrying was seemed to elicit actual happiness in her. Though admittedly she felt sort of wrong finding joy in a situation she should've never been in, still some part of her also felt obligated to do so for the kid's sake. Honestly Angel was a mix of emotions on a constant basis, all of it still seemed like some oddly beautiful nightmare, one she didn't really want to escape from.

"Oh and I couldn't bring a pillow, so I figured you'd have to do for now" a sleepy, yet playful grin spread across her face as she rose, rather mechanically, from her chair. Out of everyone in the world there was no one who scared her and comforted her more than Val. The petite blonde had made her mistakes, strayed from their relationship for one reason or another, but there was never any doubt in her mind that she loved him, only him. To her he was it, whether she showed that fact or not was an entirely different matter entirely, Angel wasn't one to lay all her cards on the table, that prospect was just something far too frightening for her. The girl closed the distance between them, hugging him as best she could, with a baby/belly between them.

tag: val/joey<3.
words: 702.
wearing: this.
notes: you wrote that on your phone? damn you're good, lol i could never even attempt that >.< oh and this post is probably suckie, guess who woke up with a head cold (i did) >:/

[VALENTINE SAMUEL LAROUX]

trying his best to fight to keep his eyes open as he walking on the grounds. he probably looked like crap, neon green pj pants, a black sleeveless shirt and converse. he looked like crap, nd he knew that but at this point, he just didn't care. Angel wanted him, so that was that. he was going to draw his sorry ass out of bed if it killed him, which at this point, it just might. he just wanted sleep right now, and that was clearly way to much to ask. his sister called him last night and spent almost all night telling him about what dad was and wasn't doing, and now one of her friends had died in a car crash last week. Harper called every once in a great while, and he did enjoy talking to his twin, but she sometimes seemed to have a hard time shutting up, since after an hour she asked about him, and if he had stopped smoking, stopped his heroin usage for the baby. the answer was no, and she seemed to get angry by that, so he had a stern talking to before falling asleep while still on the phone with her. his sister probably hung up, or his phone died while he was asleep, since he woke up around two am with it dead. he plugged it in, and he went back to sleep.

of course. now he was still half asleep, and all he wanted to do at this point, was try his best to stay awake as he tried to walk around to find the clinic. sure, he spent a lot of time here, but that didn't mean that he exactly knew where it was.he had to ask some of the staff members, who were confused to why he wanted to go to the clinic, and all he had for an answer for them was angel wanted him and she didn't tell him why. they showed him the way and then went on their way. he ran his fingers through his hair as he walked before opening the door. he didn't even know what he was going to do now. what did angel want? all he wanted was to sleep, this couldn't wait until later? if it couldn't he was sure it was really important, since she knew he had a ton of problems sleeping. most nights he chugged some nyquil and then would sleep, since that was sometimes the only way he would get any sleep.

standing in front of his girlfriend, it seemed to be slightly wrong. he was nineteen, and she was only sixteen. was that rape or not? he didn't know, but he was sure he didn't care at this point in time. blinking sleepily at her, he still looked like he would fall asleep right there. "kicking is good... isn't it..?" he said, yawning half way through it. he made a face at her, pouting a bit. "it's not like i sleep without a bottle of nyquil anyway.." he shrugged a bit.

he stared at her, eyes glassy a bit as he nodded. "i'm here, aren't i? i kind of want a girl, i don't wanna teach a little boy how to aim while peeing.. or get mud everywhere. no mud." he said, more babbling then anything else he was so tired, he really had no idea what the hell was going on, and it was so obvious because he just barely made sense. rubbing his bandaged wrist, he looked uncomfortable, since it was hurting like a motherfucker right now. it seemed to be hurting more and more as the days went by the last two weeks. he was sure it was not important, but it still hurt.

watching her get up, he wrapped his arms protectively around her, almost instantly. "but i don't want to be a pillow. i just want to go to bed.." he said, resting his chin on the top of her head. he moved a bit to sit in a chair and pulled her down on top of his lap, pulling her close to his chest. he put his chin on her shoulder and kissed her neck softly before looking up at her and moved his head to kiss her lips. he pulled away after a moment and smiled. "i love you. and that little baby too." he said, putting his hand softly on her stomach, not feeling the tiny thing kick his hand. maybe it didn't like him?

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notes yeep! all on my iphone! i'm just that amazing. aw muffin get better!

[ANGEL ELODIE SAYER]

Looking back, perhaps she had jumped the gun, but the doctor had told her to call if she felt there was something wrong. Still, she was suddenly feeling the slightest bit guilty for waking Val. "Yes, it’s supposed to kick, but it hasn't been doing that and now all of a sudden it's kicking up a storm. What if there's something wrong? What if it's drowning in there? Or the cord thingy is wrapped around it's throat? Or it's just deciding it wants to play kick ball with my spleen, to try to kill me?" Although that last one was added for good measure, the rest had been a real concern. Angel's mind had a tendency to do that, over think things, thinking the worst before it had a chance to happen. It was her way of preparing for anything bad that could happen, whether it did or not. After a moment she bit her bottom lip lightly, "okay, okay, maybe I'm overreacting or something. But honestly I did not go through all those months of upchucking to lose this thing now. It owes me some crazy good mother’s day gifts. Plus I'd rather be safe than sorry for once." A nod for emphasis and that’s all she was willing to say on the matter. It was hard, it wasn't like she had gone through this before, she didn't know what was entirely normal, she couldn't discern from what was okay and what meant something was horribly wrong.

Angel nodded at his comment, he was there and she was forever thankful of that fact. Hell he'd always been there, at least when she needed someone the most he had been. When she first moved to New Orleans Angel had thought it was just going to be some hell hole, some place where she could follow in her brother's foot steps, straight to the grave. Then she met Val and suddenly it all didn't seem so bad. It was the same when she had found out she was pregnant, he was there for her. Though becoming a mother still scared the shit out of her.

Angel didn't truly care what gender it was, so long as it was healthy, part of her wanted a little boy, for some reason the prospect of a little girl scared her even more. What if it followed in her foot steps? Well for one Angel would lock it up and throw away the key at the first signs of it.

Seriously though, she didn't want her baby to be like her and Val. It wasn't something any parent exactly wanted for their kid. "Well if it’s a he we could always just paint the toilet like a bulls eye and tell him he gets candy for breakfast if he hits the red dot in the middle. We'll use the reward system to our advantage. Like a puppy." The last bit was added almost as if it was an after though, a grin crossed her lips, a soft chuckle escaping her. Leave it to her to compare their child to a puppy. "Mud is inevitable, it is a kid, and since I'm like a giant kid I guarantee there will be puddle hopping and mud pie making galore." The grin was still on her lips, leaning forward a little she fake whispered "you’re welcome" before laughing a bit, loving to tease.

"Pillows aren't supposed to protest. You can go to bed after we find out whether I'm just a crazy pregnant lady or not." The sleepy, happy smile on her face was brought on when his protective arms wrapped around her, his chin resting on top of her head. To some their age difference might seem odd, maybe even a bit taboo, but Angel had never once given it a second thought. They were the ones who chose to be together, to her the age difference didn't matter, and all that was what was important. When he pulled her into his lap the first thing she thought about was that she was too heavy, but his arms were too inviting and so she snuggled right in without protest. His chin on his shoulder and lips on the side of her neck sent a tingle up her spine, then his lips found hers and she was a goner, completely happy right there in that moment. "We love you too" was her reply to him, a happy smile on her face. When his hand went to her belly she chuckled, the baby was on one if it's 'breaks' as she was calling them. Her hand found his, covering it, and gently moved it over some, she smirked, eyes on their hands and the belly "five, four, three… two…" and right on cue the baby gave her a swift kick to the stomach. Yup, girl or boy it was going to be a little devil.

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words: idefk.
wearing: this.
notes: you've got skillage. and i'm trying but germs love me i guess. >.<

[VALENTINE SAMUEL LAROUX]

blinking at Angel, he sighed a bit. "I'm sure the baby is fine... and i'm sure it's not trying to kill you." he said softly. the baby was probably fine, he wasn't worried. he wouldn't be worried unless the doctors actually told him something was wrong with it. of course, he was sure that nothing was wrong with the baby, and she was just completely over reacting. he shook his head at her. she was crazy. at least he wasn't the one that was the one pregnant, he'd have probably done crazy by now. but he was a guy, and everyone knew that guys didn't get pregnant so he was all set just watching her suffer through this. well, he hated to see her like this, but it was going to be worth it, right? even though the baby bump was a huge cock block. "or, you get presents from the baby, and mother's day sex from me?" he teased. the baby was a huge cock block, this was the one thing he didn't like about the baby.

the day his father kicked him out was hard on valentine. for a while he really had no idea what he was going to do with himself, and all he ever did was live on the streets, showing up to school late, or in the same cloths as the day before. that was, until angel moved to new orleans. they became friends almost instantly, even though they were two years apart in school. she was nice enough, and he finally told her that he was kicked out, and the next thing he knw he was sleeping on her couch, with new cloths and everything. her family was a lot better then his broken one. sure, his sister would bring him clothes when she found them, or him for that matter.

of course, now her parents seemed to hate him, just like his own father. but his father just drank to much, and used way to much cocaine for that matter. Angel's parents hated him because he knocked her up, which in retrospect, was a good reason to hate someone. though, he was okay with them hating him, as long as they didn't take her or the baby away from him for that matter. what would happen if the baby found out about it's parents' drug usage? would it hate them like valentine hated his father? would it not care one way or another? or would it want to try some? of course, he was going to beat the information about how drugs and alcohol were bad into the baby's head, no matter what. there was no way that kid was going anywhere near drugs or alcohol. it could have all the sex it wanted, as long as it never got into the situation it's parents were in.

rolling his eyes at her, he couldn't help but smile a bit. "i'm not peeing in a target toilet. not happening." he said. it was true, he wouldn't do it. that seemed stupid, he'd teach the kid if it was a boy to stand up and pee. it wasn't that hard, but in all honesty, he wanted a baby girl. girls were just a lot less of a mess when they were little, all about being clean and played with dolls right? or was that just from him learning from his sister. little boys were completely different, and valentine was no exception. he would run around the yard and roll around in the mud, make mud pies, and then shove them into his sister's hair, which always landed them both in the bathtub when they were younger. most o the time, he would roll around in the mud just to hide the bruises from his father.

"no mud... mud's for hiding bruises..." he trailed off. he was thinking about his father, which always made him very uneasy, and distant for a bit. his father should be in jail, but his sister would be alone, but she was nineteen too, so she could live on her own, and be fine without their father. just look how valentine turned out? you know, without the pregnant girlfriend, or the huge drug use on a drug that could kill him at any point in time. when he was younger, one day his father beat him and the black and purple bruises had already started to form, and they hurt, and it the marks were hot on his body, so he let the hose on the dirt by the side of the fence, where the grass and died so it was just dirt, and made a huge mud puddle. the mud cooled his skin down, and made it feel just a bit better. of course, when his mother was still alive, she watched him that day and took him to the bathroom, and let him soak in the tub of cold water, letting the mud wash off to show the bruises. she always put ice on his bruises, and made him feel better. but then she got sick, very sick, and died when he was twelve. two years later he was on the streets. rough life.

"i'm pretty sure you're just a crazy pregnant lady, love." he said, yawning again. there was no hiding that it was wrong that they were together at this age. but if they were, say in their thirties, three years wasn't a huge deal. but because they were still teenagers, it was wrong. it made no sense, but neither of them really gave a damn about it. she was the only one who actually gave a damn about him after his mother died. his father didn't care, and his sister was to scared of his father to care about valentine. angel was the first one to care. the only one to care really. smiling, he pulled her closer to his chest. "i'm glad you both love me.'' he said, kissing her cheek. he watched her put her hand on top of his, and move it. his left hand wasn't something that could move from the wrist up, so her moving it hurt. a lot. he winced a bit as she moved his wrist and started to pull his hand away when he felt the baby kick. he smiled instantly. "aw. it's kicking me." he said softly, mostly to himself. "sorry baby, you can't kick my wrist, daddy's wrist doesn't move and hurts to much for you to touch it.." he said, still looking down at her stomach.

[ANGEL ELODIE SAYER]

Angel was a first time mom, she had never had a baby growing inside of her before, hell she didn't even have experience with children. Angel was the youngest in her family, the baby, she only had one sibling who died young, and none of her friends or acquaintances prior to coming to St. Valentine's had been pregnant or had children. After all she was only sixteen, it's not like all kids her age went through something like this. Not to mention the people she hung around with back in New Orleans hadn't exactly been the best, they were party kids, drugs, drinking, the works. Sure a few people she knew had had pregnancy scares and one even had an abortion, but none had ever experienced what she was going through. So Angel didn't really have anything to base this all off of, the girl had never even held a child before. So naturally, first time mommy jitters ran rampant sometimes, getting the best of her now and then. That was something that couldn't be helped though. Sure this all was far from planned but she had decided to have the baby, there was no way she was going to take a chance with it's life now. Especially since her occasional slip ups with drugs made her a bit more aware of possible issues. So she nodded at his statement, knowing he was probably right, but unable not to think the worst was possible.

Val's Mother's day comment made her giggle. The baby put a major damper on both their sex lives, which sucked because all the hormones made her want him twice as bad. According to the doctor that was normal, healthy, and it was all fine to act on such things. However to say a baby bump killed a mood was a bit of an understatement. "So then that leaves me the task of trying to out do you on Father's Day," a wicked smirk danced on her lip, "challenge accepted" she teased back. Angel was definitely one to fight fire with fire, she loved games, so of course she was going to tease right back.

Being at St. Valentine's definitely put a damper on a lot of things. For one Angel had to live on campus in the Mommy dorms, something she didn't like one bit. After living under the same roof as someone else for so long it sucked not having them there like that. Sure when they both lived with her parents they didn't sleep in the same bed all the time, after all there were limits. Still that didn't stop her from sneaking out of her room at night and crawling into snuggle with him. Actually she probably would've done so more just to spite her parents if Val would've had another place to go. Then he got his own place and well Angel couldn't help but follow. Moving in with him, being away from her parents, and free to do what she wanted… it was how she liked it, it was how she was happiest, even if she didn't always show that. Of course a baby changes everything. Now she was stuck, surrounded by mother and children and other pregnant teens. Sometimes Angel just wanted to go back to the way things were, when her stomach was flat, she could do whatever she pleased to her body and not have to worry, when she could curl up at night with Val. Or, better yet she'd settle for going back a few months to when she didn't look like a blimp and doing it wasn't a problem. Oh the good old days.

"You're crazy, if I was a guy that's all I would use, it'd make peeing so much better! Think about it, it'd be like a carnival game, you'd finish and wonder where your stuffed animal prize is" Angel laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. Honestly she didn't have filter to that mouth of hers so whatever came to her odd little mind first generally was what came out. It was good as well as bad habit. Regardless of the gender Angel knew she'd love her baby and teach it whatever she could. No she didn't believe she was cut out to be a mother, but it didn't mean she wasn't going to try, loving it had to be the first step and so far the easiest. The only thing she hoped for, really, was that the baby got it's Daddy's hair. Sure that seemed silly, but for some reason that's the only thing she really wanted. Actually she would love for it to look just like him, the less of herself she saw in it the better she'd feel, cause maybe it might've bypassed her genetic material.

The mud thing worried her. Angel knew a lot about Val, knew his life hadn't been easy, hell compared to his, hers had been a down right happy home. She knew that something like that couldn't be erased, forgotten, but for some reason the blonde still found hope that maybe this baby could give him a chance to move passed it. Though that could be too much to ask. "It wont have bruises to hide. Just a crazy Mommy who will probably try a mud pie just because they made it, and a Daddy to wonder what the hell kind of screws are actually loose in her head." A soft smile came to her face, as much as she wished she could Angel couldn't take away the hurt Val had been given, but refused to give up trying to soothe it. At his confirmation of her being a crazy pregnant lady Angel scrunched her nose a little and stuck her tongue out, as childish as that may have seemed, a soft chuckle escaping her once her face went back to normal. Angel burrowed closer to him when he pulled her in more, a warm smile on her face. She didn't realize what she was doing until Val started pulling away.

His wrist. Angel always forgot about it, over looked it until, in moments like this, she recalled that it was damaged and caused pain. Angel watched, biting her lower lip a little, as Val smiled, talking to her stomach, or rather the baby, telling it about his bad wrist. Some might've seen it as a problem, something that made him less than what he was. Angel never saw it though, hell she had only realized it by chance one day, that sort of thing didn't matter to her. He could be missing and arm, a leg, be bound to a wheel chair with hunch back and purple skin, he'd still be Valentine to her, none of that would change her opinions of him or how she felt. "I'm sorry… I forgot again, you okay?" Now Angel felt bad, she always felt bad hurting him in any way, though of course she had in the past in various ways for various reasons, always regretting it. Very gently she picked up his hand and gingerly touched her lips to his wrist, knowing that it wouldn't make it feel better, but the gesture seemed more of an impulse. Then a person peeked their head out from a door and looked down at a clip board, "Ms. Angel Sayer…" that was their cue.

tag: val/joey<3.
words: idefk.
wearing: this.
notes: rawr, sorry for this monster of a post >.<

[VALENTINE SAMUEL LAROUX]

valentine still had way to much to learn about being a daddy. he could either spoil the kid rotten, or be just like his father. way to distant. and valentine did have that problem of being quiet and distant at points in time. he sometimes would just flat out ignore you, and there was nothing you could do about it. you could tap him, and he'd ignore you. sometimes the only way to even get his attention was to grab his left hand and twist. though, that generally made him fall to his knees with his wrist to his chest, close to tears with pain. that hurt more then being kicked in the balls. it was hard to understand just how much it hurt until you experience that kind of pain. angel would probably understand when she gave birth, it probably felt like that. pain to the point of no return.

smiling a bit at her after his comment, he knew that it wasn't something she would have said no to. "yeah. you will. we'll have to find a babysitter for those days i suppose.''' he said, smiling. it couldn't be that hard. leave the kid at the day care and just say it's a date night or something and then go out, then pick the kid up after and it would be fine, right? it sounded like a great plan in his head, so it would just be a good idea, right?

he missed her in his bed every night. he always had her in his bed, ever since her family had pretty much made sure he had a place to stay for the night when they found out he had been kicked out. sure, they wanted to help him, but they never said anything about it to him, so he had left very often all night and would spent some nights on the street because he felt bad for staying at her house so long. but when he turned eighteen, he took all of his stuff, thanked her parents a lot for letting him stay, and then found an apartment. he worked at a bookstore full time, and would barely be able to pay for himself, and when she moved in, it made it slightly more difficult to pay for it, since he never asked her at all to pay for anything. but either way, he missed her being there all the time.

"not. gonna.happen." he said, rolling his eyes. no way. not happening. he did not want a toilet that looked like a bulls eye. it was not something he was going to let happen. he wanted a girl more then a boy, he didn't want a little boy to turn out like him. he was an asshole, and he never cared about anyone else but himself, or angel. that was generally all he ever cared about. but now he had to open up to a baby? that didn't seem like something he wanted to do, but he knew knew that he would have to do that, whether or not he liked it. though, there were things that the baby would never know, things angel didn't even know. those things were only for him to know about himself, usually the things that he would stay extremely quiet about. and the kid was never going to meet his father. never.

the kid would never know how it's father broke his wrist, or how come he couldn't play guitar strumming with his right hand, or anything like that. hell, Angel didn't even know how he broke his wrist, he just showed up the day after his father kicked him out at school with his wrist wrapped up and that was that. never said a word bout what happened, never said anything about how his own father threw him out. or how his father shoved him down the stairs that day and then continued to beat him until he finally had a moment to run. and he could still tell you exactly the words his father screamed after him, though those words were to never be spoken. snapping out of his daze, he frowned at her. "i know that. the kid will never be touched like that. never.'' he trailed off, clearly in his own little world before snapping out of it hearing the end of what she said. "i know you've got screws loose already. but i swear, i'll never kiss you again if you eat mud." he said, sticking his tongue out.

his wrist hurt a lot, and it didn't at all help that she had a tendency that she would forget that he couldn't move it, so trying to stand on his left side and and hold his hand didn't work and only made him in more pain. his father was an asshole, and because of his father, he couldn't do so many things. he couldn't play guitar very well anymore, he couldn't pick anything up with his left arm. hell, he probably would never be able to hold his own child because of his wrist. he'd never be able to change the kid's diaper, or clothes, or feed it, or anything like that. he was going to be hugely useless with the baby. "yeah. it just hurts, a lot. i wrapped it up and left so i didn't have time to take anything to help it." he said. honestly, the heroin he did made his wrist completely numb, and it was the one time were he wouldn't hurt if you touched it. watching her move his wrist, he winced again and let her kiss it. he sighed a bit and moved his face away from her. "i'm never going to be able to hold the baby.." he said softly, pain clear in his voice. that hurt, knowing he would be a damn useless father.

hearing the staff call angel's name he moved her a bit. "up up. let's go and prove you're just crazy" he said, kissing her cheek before moving her off his lap and standing up, grabbing her hand with his right hand and holding it tightly.

[ANGEL ELODIE SAYER]

Angel laughed, she couldn’t help it the idea of having someone watch their kid on Mother’s Day and Father’s Day was a bit ridiculous. The holidays were meant to celebrate the fact that you were a parent, not give the parents a chance to get away. Sure Angel wanted to say yes, hell yes actually, she could only imagine how that would go, but she knew better. “Well that sort of defeats the purpose of having Mother’s day and Father’s day. You know considering it’s about being a parent. Though, if I’m nice to them for a change, I bet I could get my parents to take it for the night…” There had to be some sort of compromise, right? Of course. There was always room for a compromise, and even if she had to bribe them Angel would get her parents to cooperate.

Asking them for help was something Angel hated, really she hated asking them for anything, in all honesty she tried to avoid talking to them as much as possible. The blonde wouldn’t admit it, but she resented them, nearly hated them. If she was being honest with herself it was because she blamed them for her brother’s death, they chose to ignore his problems until it was too late. Until he was gone and there was no way to get him back. Then, to add insult to injury, they decided to up and move, sweeping it all under the rug like Jules had been some mistake, some blemish on their parenting record. It didn’t help that they never talked about him, Jules was tabooed name in the Sayer household and Angel couldn’t handle it. Really she couldn’t handle them and their ridiculous expectations, the way they just took a back seat when they discovered she was following in her brother’s foot steps. Still, that didn’t mean Angel didn’t love them, deep down, and it didn’t mean she’s try to keep her child from them. Yes they were fucked up, yes they did some things that ensured Angel would never forgive them, but they always let her know she was still loved, that they were still there for her. Which was more than she could ask for.

Besides they had to have some sort of redeeming quality, after all they had taken Val in without question, let him stay with them till he could sort his shit out as best as possible. That, above all else meant something to Angel. “Fine, fine, I mean it’s not like I have the equipment to play that game anyway.” Did Angel wish she was a guy? Well that probably wasn’t the best question to ask a chick that was six months pregnant. Of course she didn’t though, that was just silly, not to mention it was kind of cool to be able to do something a man couldn’t. Sure she may have to sit when she peed, but it was a small price to pay in order to experience what it felt like to have another life grow inside of you. Okay, mostly it was uncomfortable and gross, but it was still kind of cool, it was like every day was a new adventure, you could wake up one morning and something could’ve changed. Like the morning she woke up and realized she had ‘popped’, a little baby bump staring back at her in the mirror, the first time she had actually noticed it. Or last night when she had first felt her baby kick. It was strange, scary as hell, but in a strange way amazing.

“I know it wont, silly” Angel knew that look, the way Val looked like he was somewhere else instead of right there with her. It only lasted a moment though that was enough to wrench her heart, right then and there he could’ve asked her to rob a bank or jump off a bridge and she would’ve done it. Anything to take him out of that place he’d go where she couldn’t reach him. Angel masked that feeling though, she was good at that, faking it. Making others see only as much as she wanted them too, those walls of hers had their gaps, but she could mask them if she wanted to. Which is why she had no problem keeping up her outward façade and moving on, “oh please, you know you can’t resist these lips” she contorted her lips, sucking in her cheeks to make a ‘fish face’. Yup, when all else failed it was best to be as dorky and goofy as possible, Angel had that down pat. After a moment her face went back to normal, a huge grin claiming her face as she chuckled at her own ridiculousness.

Angel had always been far more mature than she should’ve been, sure she acted young and careless, silly and childish, but in all honesty she wasn’t. Hell was probably more mature than more adults, yes she made stupid mistakes but everyone had a tendency too. However, in spite of that Angel still had a bad habit of over looking things she didn’t feel was necessary to see. Case in point Val’s bad arm. Of course she tried to mind it as much as possible, but she was sleepy and just far too happy to have him there, which meant her mind slipped, again. Angel knew it hurt him, probably far more than he’d ever admit, she hated he had to go through that and hated even more that she didn’t help the matter. “I’m sorry… I know it probably wont help all that much but maybe they have some aspirin? You could say you have a head ache?”

Angel wasn’t stupid, she knew aspirin couldn’t compare to the feeling of heroin in you veins. Nothing could compare to that, nothing could touch that feeling. She knew it was his medicine, knew it helped him, but that thought didn’t help her any. In fact any thoughts of the drug just made her feel on edge, made her feel like she was crawling out of her skin, it made her crave it. Angel always tried to fight it, tried to resist the drug, but sometimes it was more than she could take and she gave in, taking just enough to get that release. It had been two weeks since her last indulgence and she was feeling it. Every ounce of her loathed the fact that she’d do that to her baby, that she wasn’t strong enough to fight it, and that thought sent another urge through her. The urge to feel the bite of something sharp tearing into her flesh. But those thoughts were drowned when her name was called, and Val hurried her up.

Picking herself up and out of that dark place for the moment Angel stood “hey now, don’t be rushin’ a pregnant lady” she teased, heading toward the door, hand in Val’s and following the nurse into a room, hoping Val didn’t notice the slight waddle she was starting to get. Pretty soon she’d look like not just a blimp but a duck as well. Fantastic. Once in the room, Angel knew the drill, she peeled off the light sweatshirt she had been wearing, revealing the white tank top beneath it and head toward the little patient bed/table thing. She got up on it with a tiny bit of effort and allowed the nurse to do the standard stuff, blood pressure, temperature, and then it was time to wait patiently for the doctor to come in. “It’s sad that I know this drill so well” she commented with a sigh. Angel hated doctors and hospitals and similar things, but pregnancy had made her far too familiar with it all already.

tag: val/joey<3.
words: idefk.
wearing: this.
notes: sorry this post is so fluffy