She’s taken to sleeping at his place, and there are pluses and minuses to it. The minus is that she doesn’t have all of her stuff and she is not close to work. At all. Thankfully if Lawrence isn’t there, or one of his many drivers aren’t around, she can just take the train into the city which stops off right at her work. All she has to do is get up a little early and she’ll be fine. Charlie is not pleased at her disappearing acts but the boy next door feeds her and changes her litter. Delia can’t change it any more anyway.
Since it’s the full moon, she heads to his place instead of going home and after the conversation in which he explains that he’s not coming home, she settles down into his/her humungous bed with a bowl of kettle corn and falls into a pretty stable sleep.
Her dreams are weird on the full moon. She doesn’t blame it on the baby, she blames it on her brain - she thinks too much about it and so something comes of it. It’s not the baby. It’s not the baby.
In the middle of her dream her phone wakes her, tearing her from the dream where she’s running and being chased for no real reason. The ring is a welcome distraction. “Hello?”
There was a time when this wouldn't have been possible. The idea that Lawrence's other self would pick up a phone and call anyone would have seemed absurd. He felt awkward even now, but there was a lot of blending going on between the wolf and the man. Everyday a little less separation between the two of them.
"Little wolf." He murmurs finally, after a pregnant pause.
It takes her a minute to realize who is on the end of the phone and who he's talking to. It's Lawrence, or The Wolf, or a combination of the two of them. That combination is talking to her and that makes her smile. Stretching out she closes her eyes and sighs softly into the phone.
Smirking she rubs her bare feet together before rolling over and cuddling up to his pillow. "You're breakin' my heart, handsome, but you could also take a cab and be here so I can rub your head. Also: I'd be naked when you got here."
She is actually not naked now, but she figures it properly motivated she could get naked.
He could take take a cab, but he hates cabs and though his behavior has been better over the last full moon, he's still a little to prone to getting into trouble to make it a good idea to leave. Though it's not as though her offer isn't tempting.
"I feel a little sick but otherwise I am pretty good. Most of the time when I wake up it's icky like that, it fades." Stretching her legs out she cuddles into his pillow and thinks about the cab idea, it's not so bad. She could perhaps make it all the way there in her PJ's. It's warm out.
"If I head over there to be with you, I want food," which is her new best friend. Well not best friend but she's slowly growing more and more hungry all the time. Even now her stomach growls and it's almost four in the morning.
"Anything I want?" Soon she's not going to be able to fit into her pants. Groaning softly she fumbles for the night light before slipping out of the bed and going to put on some decent pants.
He makes a little ... well ... the best way to describe it would be a rumble of relief into the receiver of the phone. "Thank you Little Wolf. I love you."
Since it’s the full moon, she heads to his place instead of going home and after the conversation in which he explains that he’s not coming home, she settles down into his/her humungous bed with a bowl of kettle corn and falls into a pretty stable sleep.
Her dreams are weird on the full moon. She doesn’t blame it on the baby, she blames it on her brain - she thinks too much about it and so something comes of it. It’s not the baby. It’s not the baby.
In the middle of her dream her phone wakes her, tearing her from the dream where she’s running and being chased for no real reason. The ring is a welcome distraction. “Hello?”
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"Little wolf." He murmurs finally, after a pregnant pause.
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"Mr. Wolf, I miss you."
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It dawns on him suddenly that it is late and someone in her condition needs a lot of rest. "I shouldn't have called so late."
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"Where are you? Don't worry about it, Mr. Wolf."
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"You could take a cab and then you'd be here to rub my head." He says softly, a ghost of a canine whine creeps into his voice.
Yes, he knows it's selfish of him to suggest that, but animals and actors are often self centered people.
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She is actually not naked now, but she figures it properly motivated she could get naked.
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"You feel okay?"
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"Are you feeling okay?"
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He scoots off the bed and starts padding around the bedroom, it makes him feel marginally better, but not much.
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"Would petting you make you feel better?"
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"Having you here will make me feel better."
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"I will be there in a little while, Mr. Wolf."
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He makes a little ... well ... the best way to describe it would be a rumble of relief into the receiver of the phone. "Thank you Little Wolf. I love you."
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