[Working hard] Or hardly working?

[magic_fratboy]

"Dude, this is not good.""It'll get better." Tommy insisted as he emerged from the bathroom, tugging on a clean t-shirt, his wet hair slicked back from his face. He'd just come out of a test run with the wine barrel at Mike's workshop, and the 'wet-run' with the barrel full hadn't gone as well as he would have liked

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[zee_ali]

Ziyah sat in her car, boiling down and stewing in the events everything that had just happened. It was a blur, yet completely vivid as her mind played the words over and over in her head.

Over the past few weeks since meeting with a friend and openly discussing her possible desires to become a mother, it all fell to the back of her head and in the end, it was forgotten and life carried on.

Shitshitshit.. she mumbled with her thumbnail wedged between her teeth, biting nervously. She'd tried to calm herself enough to get upstairs and not look like she'd just seen a ghost, but as she neared the door to the loft, she felt a sudden urge of sickness.

Opening the door, she stepped inside and dropped her things haphazardly before rushing past Mike and Tommy to the bathroom.

[magic_fratboy]

Tommy felt a sliver of fear as Ziyah walked in, then rushed past them in a hurry to find the bathroom. Sharing a cursory glance with the other man, Tommy got the cats dislodged and got to his feet, following her in just enough time to hear her being sick through the closed door.

Testing the knob to find it open, he walked in and paused in the door for a moment, then moved to grab a washcloth off the towel bar and wet it in the sink. Kneeling beside her, he took the damp, folded cloth and blotted her face before laying it across the back of her neck, holding her against him for a moment. "Let me guess: you didn't learn your lesson with the first lunch wagon?" he quipped gently, stroking her hair soothingly.

[zee_ali]

Shivering from the sudden shock, Zee closed her eyes in attempt to collect herself and leaned lightly into his touch before shaking her head slowly.

'It wasn't the lunch wagon.' she opened her eyes, worry washing through them quickly.

Ziyah had choices. She could tell him right then and there, or simply push it aside until she could calmly tell him. Confusion set in as she reached up to pull herself to her feet and quickly dropped her face, allowing her hair to shield the threat of tears away from him.

[magic_fratboy]

He felt her fear and her worry, but something she was feeling hit deeper than the bond they shared. It cut through the energies that were part of him and felt like a blade sinking into his chest, painful enough that his breath caught and he hunched with the force of it.

It was several seconds before he could get to his feet and regard her with a much stronger sense of fear than he'd had before. Something was wrong, so wrong that she was questioning things somewhere in her head...

Her faith was shaken by something.

"Zee...what's wrong?"