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Post by dominique amy enders on Dec 27, 2013 11:31:29 GMT -5
domo sat on the front counter, sighing leaning back on her elbows. she was surprised at how dead the store was, then remembered it was ten in the morning on a sunday. she glanced at her phone, a new text from jaime popping up. she opened it to find a picture of jaime laying in bed with max still sleepy, under it he wrote 'we love you,' who the fuck would have thought that one night of lying about your age would get you here? sure, she had gone off her meds a little bit and was getting into these little depressed funks again but it was weird how quick max dragged her out of them. being a mom ruled, but after a talk she had with jaime last night... she just needed to talk to charlie.
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Post by charlotte vivian grant rivera on Dec 27, 2013 13:15:37 GMT -5
After years without a real baby in the house, Charlie had forgotten exactly how time consuming they were. With Danny around, she was constantly sleep deprived and worn down but she couldn't be happier. Still, she had to get out of the house sometime. So leaving both her sons in the care of her husband, she hurried off to the store, only a tiny bit late. By the time she was walking into the store, her phone had buzzed twice, both with photos of the kids and Mikey which made her smile way too much. "Sorry, I know I'm late, didn't mean to leave you here on your own but Danny was fussy this morning and feeding him took forever and then Oli wanted cuddles so..." She sighed, shook her head, then took note of the look on Domo's face as she joined the other woman behind the counter. "Everything ok?"
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Post by dominique amy enders on Dec 28, 2013 2:10:41 GMT -5
domo perked up a little bit seeing charlie come inside the store, shrugging a little at her. "yeah, I'm alright I guess," she sighed, leaning her forehead on charlie's shoulder. "just, I don't know. I, I just need to talk to you about a lot of shit. I didn't want to talk about it over text," she bit her lip, wrapping her arms around her own torso. "max is starting to ask about my scars, asking me about my boo boos and I don't know what to say," the tone in her voice made it pretty obvious that she wasn't on her meds, jaime had tried to bring it up to her from time to time but he can never get it out. as much as she loved jaime, she couldn't have this conversation with him.
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Post by charlotte vivian grant rivera on Dec 28, 2013 12:45:14 GMT -5
Charlie was quick to wrap her arms around Domo and pull her in for a hug. "Shit, yeah, that's rough, no easy answers there." Letting go of the younger woman, Charlie leaned back against the counter, trying to think of a suitable answer. "I mean... I know I've talked to Mikey a few times about what we're gonna do when the kids are old enough to start asking questions about our parents and our pasts and everything. Not that it's the same but you know, some things are just..." Charlie shrugged, crossed her arms across her chest. "He's still young, you can tell him almost anything and he should go for it. But it really just depends. How you want to deal with it when he's old enough to really understand."
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