Oh, I don't know. You're not in any trouble with me. We're still talking, aren't we? And I helped you out with the kidlet situation. I think you might owe me some fat.
I'm so sorry about that. I just panicked. I shouldn't have panicked. It's not like she was going to spawn fangs and bite my head off, is it? You're good with kids.
What are limbo friends for? It's okay, I didn't mind. I was just teasing you, Mark. I was glad you called. Really glad. She's beautiful. Even if she had fangs, she'd be gorgeous.
I know, she is. She's perfect. And that's why I couldn't handle it. I really do owe you one. Lots of ones. That couldn't have been easy me dragging you away from whatever to come and deal with my illigimate child to my ex. Even though I realise now that you already well and truly know Ali. At the time, my brain didn't get that far in the reasoning. Izzy's her godmother, isn't she? Damn James. As if a flying baseball with a tail peeing on my carpet wasn't bad enough.
The puppy? I think it's adorable. Was it a he, or a she? You never said while you were glaring at it constantly. And you don't owe me anything. Funnily enough, whenever you call I just get this urge to do whatever it is you ask, no questions asked. It doesn't matter if I know Ali, or if Izzy's Jamie's godmother. I came for you, not them.
I'm just trying to wrap my head around the fact I can't have anything to do with her, and it hurts. I was scared to get too close to her, and she smiling and giggling at me. James is losing a nut for this. I'm going to drug him in his sleep, just for satisfaction.
I think the dog is a she. I think. I didn't look too close. It sleeps on my feet.
Because you want all or nothing? I don't know how you could do it. I realise Andrew's been wonderful for Jamie, and Ali, but she's your flesh and blood... I'm so sorry, Mark. I wish I could help more. No one can blame you for wanting to get back at him... Still want him living with you?
Yeah, I do. I know that sounds like I want Ali back, and probably a tiny bit of me does because she is Jamie's mother, but it's not like that. I guess it just made me realise I do want to be a Dad, and it scared the fucking shit out of me. You helped more than you realise. Yes, I do, at least I know mostly what shit he is getting into if he's here. And that he's alive.
I just don't know why he needs a puppy! Some weird notion has gotten into his head that I need to interrogate him about.
No one will ever blame you for feeling like that. She was a huge part of your life, and you're right - she is the mother to your child. You do? I don't know about that. Well, there is that. I can't believe some of the shit he does get into.
But the guy, you know. Yeah, I know he fell off the wagon, but he doesn't deal with grief. I might actually be guilty of turning to the bottle myself, not that I have admitted that to anyone and probably why it hit close to home. There was a tiny part of me that wanted to use that against him. How much of a prick does that make me? Fuck, me either. And I don't even think he tries or means to do it most of the time.
I was thinking that. I guess it's why I didn't turf them both out. It's the same sort of dog we had when we were kids.
It stops you feeling, it turns your brain off. No other reason, really. I'm a passive prick because I don't ever intend to hurt anyone, I just seem to do it by default. Ali is a prime example. Yeah, I think he will be. He has Ali, and he loves her. She loves him. Like, deep, full-on, The One type love. Isn't that supposed to survive everything?
You could have a point. I growled at it for walking all over my briefcase, so it just growled back, even if it sounded more like a wind-up toy when it was doing it.
So does sex. Sort of. I guess you don't really stop feeling. Or you could just bash your head against a wall. That just makes you unlucky. You haven't hurt me. It's supposed to survive everything. It's a pretty special love.
Yeah, but in the wake of thinking your only brother has been murdered? Not exactly conducive to a good roll in the sack. I could hardly function to eat or shower, let alone the whole sex thing. I felt like my head had been bashed against a wall, so not too far off. You've only just met me. It's survived. Hell, they met when she was in labor and the guy still stuck around. I just want her happy, it's just hard with the fact a baby is involved. And she's beautiful, happy too.
It was pretty intense. For it's size, the thing has attitude.
... in your pants.
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I think the dog is a she. I think. I didn't look too close. It sleeps on my feet.
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Aww... I'm trying not to get too attached.
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I just don't know why he needs a puppy! Some weird notion has gotten into his head that I need to interrogate him about.
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Maybe it's a comfort thing?
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I was thinking that. I guess it's why I didn't turf them both out. It's the same sort of dog we had when we were kids.
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See, you do have a good heart. Maybe the dog will help you, too. Remind you not to be so tightly wound.
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You could have a point. I growled at it for walking all over my briefcase, so it just growled back, even if it sounded more like a wind-up toy when it was doing it.
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Now that I have to see.
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It was pretty intense. For it's size, the thing has attitude.
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