Babies
Tanada strolled into the bedroom, still troubled about the days events. She stopped, however, when she nearly crashed into RJ, who was waiting with a large number of roses and one of the biggest grins she'd seen yet.
"Ma chere!" he beamed, overjoyed as he set down the objects and grabbed her, swinging hre around and then kissing her deeply. "Oh, ma cherie, why didn' you tell RJ?"
"Tell you what?" she snapped, disconcerted. His beam never faltered, and he grntly lay her on the bed, one hand going to her stomach as he looked completely and utterly content.
"Oh Steph... our first baby," he whispered, looking ready to cry with hapiness before he kissed her again. "Our very own baby!"
She blinked and stared, then scowled and shoved him off her.
"Get off me you idiot!" she snapped, sitting up and getting up off the bed. Startled, RJ bounced off the bed and hit the floor with a short cry of pain, before he looked up.
"Steph?" he breathed, staring at her in confusion and worry. Tanada rolled her eyes. He'd found out.
"You're a real idiot, you know that?" she said scathingly. RJ's eyes were still wide.
"I don' get it... dere no baby?" he breath.
"Not anymore," Tanada said contemptiously, turning and picking up her bag and tossing it on the dresser before she shoved the gifts on the bed, then spotted a tiny onsie on the bed, reading 'Number One Mom'. She picked it up, almost gaged at the corny line, and tossed it aside as well.
"What?" RJ breathed, slowly getting up, still staring at her as if she were some kind of ghost. She looked over at him, then shrugged.
"There was gonna be a baby. Then it died. I'm not pregnant anymore," she said.
"No," RJ breathed, going completely and shockingly white. "No, no chere... no...."
"You going on like a broken record isn't going to bring the baby back, kid," she informed him, looking up. Rj pushed backwards until he ran into the wall, then turned and slowly got up.
"No..." he said, choking on his words, going back to the bed. "No, chere, you gotta... go t' Hank, talk t' him, an' dat golden kid, get dem here, dere's gotta be a way t' save it-"
"Look, Remy, the baby's gone. Dead. Aidous, petite infant, or whatever. Now I know you're gonna cry, ok, but please, take it to the balcony or something. I'm not in the mood to hear that all night," she said, sitting up and jerking her thumb to the french doors.
RJ stared at her, then looked down and saw the crumpled shirt he'd driven to New York city and back for to surprise her when she got home. Bending numbly he picked it up, holding it close as his shoulders trembled. Then he turned to go out to the doors before he stopped.
"Non," he whimpered, turning to her as tears escaped his eyes.
"Well just get out, ok? I don't want to hear it. It's annoying," she said, getting up and going to the bathroom, slamming the door and deciding to go to the shower.
Outside RJ stared, then whimpered again and went to the door, putting his hand on the knob, only to find it locked. He started, then turned away, then fled the room outright.
"Ma chere!" he beamed, overjoyed as he set down the objects and grabbed her, swinging hre around and then kissing her deeply. "Oh, ma cherie, why didn' you tell RJ?"
"Tell you what?" she snapped, disconcerted. His beam never faltered, and he grntly lay her on the bed, one hand going to her stomach as he looked completely and utterly content.
"Oh Steph... our first baby," he whispered, looking ready to cry with hapiness before he kissed her again. "Our very own baby!"
She blinked and stared, then scowled and shoved him off her.
"Get off me you idiot!" she snapped, sitting up and getting up off the bed. Startled, RJ bounced off the bed and hit the floor with a short cry of pain, before he looked up.
"Steph?" he breathed, staring at her in confusion and worry. Tanada rolled her eyes. He'd found out.
"You're a real idiot, you know that?" she said scathingly. RJ's eyes were still wide.
"I don' get it... dere no baby?" he breath.
"Not anymore," Tanada said contemptiously, turning and picking up her bag and tossing it on the dresser before she shoved the gifts on the bed, then spotted a tiny onsie on the bed, reading 'Number One Mom'. She picked it up, almost gaged at the corny line, and tossed it aside as well.
"What?" RJ breathed, slowly getting up, still staring at her as if she were some kind of ghost. She looked over at him, then shrugged.
"There was gonna be a baby. Then it died. I'm not pregnant anymore," she said.
"No," RJ breathed, going completely and shockingly white. "No, no chere... no...."
"You going on like a broken record isn't going to bring the baby back, kid," she informed him, looking up. Rj pushed backwards until he ran into the wall, then turned and slowly got up.
"No..." he said, choking on his words, going back to the bed. "No, chere, you gotta... go t' Hank, talk t' him, an' dat golden kid, get dem here, dere's gotta be a way t' save it-"
"Look, Remy, the baby's gone. Dead. Aidous, petite infant, or whatever. Now I know you're gonna cry, ok, but please, take it to the balcony or something. I'm not in the mood to hear that all night," she said, sitting up and jerking her thumb to the french doors.
RJ stared at her, then looked down and saw the crumpled shirt he'd driven to New York city and back for to surprise her when she got home. Bending numbly he picked it up, holding it close as his shoulders trembled. Then he turned to go out to the doors before he stopped.
"Non," he whimpered, turning to her as tears escaped his eyes.
"Well just get out, ok? I don't want to hear it. It's annoying," she said, getting up and going to the bathroom, slamming the door and deciding to go to the shower.
Outside RJ stared, then whimpered again and went to the door, putting his hand on the knob, only to find it locked. He started, then turned away, then fled the room outright.