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Jan 09, 2016 11:10AM

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"I wasn't sneaking around! I would forgive you and work things out; not just walk away when things got too hard for me to handle." Emerson's hands felt cold and she clasped her arms around herself again. "I don't understand why you're leaving so quickly-" she cut herself off and widened her eyes in a look of shock. "Are you leaving because I'm pregnant?" she asked quietly.

"Crispin..." Emerson closed her eyes and lowered herself to sit on the hallway bench. She looked up at him, feeling incredibly small. "Why doesn't it matter? Why can't you forgive me?" She wondered if she had done something wrong, and hearing that he was trying to convince both of them he didn't care hurt her more than the pain caused by the baby. "I know you want to- you wouldn't have just come here to yell at me."

"The medicine was for his kid, Bones! Last month, after you told me not to speak with him, he brought a little girl into the shop. She gets migraines- she's three. Nothing was working." Emerson realized she was probably more sympathetic at the time because of her own unknown baby. "How was I supposed to say no!" She wondered if any amount of reasoning would make Crispin stay, or at least only leave to cool off. "You're right- I could have kicked him out. I could have killed him, and I'm sorry I was stupid enough to not do so the moment I saw him leaning to kiss me.
"I belong to you, Crispin- I have your baby, and it's killing me. Please don't leave me alone with that."
"I belong to you, Crispin- I have your baby, and it's killing me. Please don't leave me alone with that."

"You just want to argue with me," Emerson murmured, her eyes dropping to the floor. "You would have had a problem with it no matter the situation." She slowly stood and held her hand to the wall again for support. "If you leave now, we might both be dead when you decide you're finally ready to forgive me," she whispered.

Emerson felt a pang in her chest at Bones' words, and she stood silently as she watched him turn around and head upstairs. She slowly turned and went to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and going back to the couch. She knew Bones at least slightly understood the issue with the baby, enough that he had promised to check on her the next day. She crossed her legs and absently rubbed her stomach, listening with acute ears to Crispin moving around on the second level.

Emerson stayed on the couch, taking every ounce of will she had to not brush against Crispin or give him some sort of affection as a goodbye. "I'll see you then, I guess," she replied quietly. She remembered she was wearing one of his shirts and looked down. "I'll get this back to you," she promised with a small sigh, choosing not to just take it off and through it at him.

Emerson didn't understand why Bones had smiled slightly, but was severely grateful for the small memento, even if it barely smelled like him. She drank her water and laid back down, watching the pouring rain outside of the big window in the living room.
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Over the next month Emerson grew used to the absence of Bones- minus him coming over every day or so. In fact, they practically had a schedule down: he usually came in the afternoon, and she always invited him to stay for dinner or to just sit together. In the midst of the pregnancy pain, she had grown stronger, and had actually fixed the ruined furniture with her telekinesis and newfound ability to meld atoms -possibly from the pregnancy.
Even the baby seemed to have strange abilities, as Emerson knew it wasn't her when a cup of water spontaneously combusted into fire. She had told Bones about it every time it had happened.
Over the next month Emerson grew used to the absence of Bones- minus him coming over every day or so. In fact, they practically had a schedule down: he usually came in the afternoon, and she always invited him to stay for dinner or to just sit together. In the midst of the pregnancy pain, she had grown stronger, and had actually fixed the ruined furniture with her telekinesis and newfound ability to meld atoms -possibly from the pregnancy.
Even the baby seemed to have strange abilities, as Emerson knew it wasn't her when a cup of water spontaneously combusted into fire. She had told Bones about it every time it had happened.

"Mm.. I don't puke my existing guts up every morning anymore," Emerson replied brightly, sipping on her water before finishing off her own dinner and following Bones to the sink. She started washing and handed him a towel to dry. "So I guess that's good. I still don't feel like moving around much, but it doesn't hurt as much as it did the first few days." Emerson had gratefully already admitted to trying to kill the baby, and it seemed that it was something they were already working on moving past, along with the Lucas thing.

"Thank you," Emerson said appreciatively. "I am too." It had kind of sucked to be sleeping on the couch all day, with random shoots of pain or the baby seemingly trying to break free of it's current bonds every time she or Bones made a sound. She was quiet for a second before eyeing Crispin. "Do you think it's a girl or boy?" she asked quietly, honestly curious herself. She hoped to god it wasn't twins.

"Well, if it knows what's good for it, it will know to be a girl," Emerson teased, tidying up the mess from dinner. She ended up leaning against the counter next to Bones and looked down at her stomach. "I mean... I hope it's only one. My brothers and I were all single births; it mainly just depends on the fertility line in an Angel family."

Emerson's face twisted as she looked down again, arching her brow. "I did not need to know that," she whispered. "Although I figure I would already be huge if there were four..." She took a deep breath and looked up at Bones carefully. "What do you think our plan should be? I mean, after the baby comes."

Emerson gave him a confused look. "How do you suppose we might end up losing our baby?" she asked, arching a brow in question. "I mean, if you don't trust yourself, I can make sure you never take it to the park and accidentally misplace it." She was teasing, of course, but she didn't understand what he meant by it.

"Not without killing me," Emerson replied, not sure if the same applied to Bones. "Besides- even if we had the same spell cast on us, how would we be able to fine tune it to where we would be able to find the baby?" She sighed and absently set a hand on her stomach.

"Well, that honestly wouldn't be worth it- but I guess it depends on the baby's power and abilities." Emerson paused and watch Bones dry the dishes, tilting her head to look up at him before looking away. "Unless we... Unless we give the baby to someone else." But Emerson really didn't want that. She had nearly gotten used to the idea of being a mother other the past month, although it still struck her as odd. Her first baby had died and she didn't want to go through all of this to lose another- despite trying to kill it offhand.

"Not anyone I trust our baby with," Emerson replied quickly. She took the dried dishes from Bones and put them away, closing up the cupboards with a sigh. "We'll just have to deal with whatever comes for it and us. Maybe we can keep it under the radar for a couple years."

"Do you think we could put a temporary cloak on?" Emerson asked after a moment, toying with a strand of hair. "That way it wouldn't be so easy to take it- unless it's taken just because it's ours." She sighed, as there seemed to be no easy way around this situation. "It's not just my decision, Crispin- it's not just my baby."

Emerson nodded. "Okay- then we'll find someway to cloak 'him'," she replied with a small smirk, using air-quotes as she teased Bones' use of pronouns. "We don't have much to worry about if 'he' is already lighting things on fire." She knew Bones thought it was funny that Emerson really believed it to be the baby, but she could play along.

Emerson followed Bones and sat next to him, curling up with her body inclined towards his so she could look at him better. She rested her head on the back of the couch and smiled. "You really want a boy, huh?" she prompted, her smile soft.

Emerson grinned, shaking her head. She was glad he seemed to be a little more eager than she had expected- she honestly felt like it had been yesterday she had found out, so it seemed early for names. "I honestly don't- it has to be something good, though. Not anything boring or normal," she said, lacing her fingers together over her stomach.

"Wait-" Emerson sighed as she stood, swallowing as she followed him. "You could- you could stay tonight, if you wanted." She tried not to let too much hope show on her face, but she did honestly want him to stay.

Emerson nodded, biting her lip. "Yeah, sorry. I didn't think about that." She quirked her lips to the side in a half-smile. "I'll see you later, then." She wanted to kiss him or give him a hug or something, but refrained.

"Goodnight," Emerson whispered, although she felt like she was going to explode. She grinned and watched his truck pull out of the driveway, standing in the warm summer night air for a moment before turning around and heading to go to bed.

Like she did every night, Emerson curled up onto the bed in the guest room with too many blankets, as she seemed to always be cold. She held Bones' shirt close to her, tucked under her face so she could breathe in what was left of his scent. She thought about calling him but decided that would be hopelessly needy, as where she laid with the shirt seemed fixable needy.