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Baetool and Scout part 2
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Mar 23, 2017 12:32PM
Her chest rose and fell quickly. She then gagged, arching forward. She sat up quickly with a loud gasp.
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"Nat? Hey, hey," he said, sitting up. He rubbed her back gently, "hey, was it a nightmare?" He asked softly.
"Oh my god oh my god!" She muttered. She shook her head and wrapped her arms around her head, leaning forward.
"Hey," he wrapped his arms around her quickly, hugging her to his chest. "It's okay, Nat," he said softly.
She whimpered, huddling against him for a minute, but then she pulled away, scrambling to get off the bed.
"Where are you going?" He frowned, watching her. "Nat, calm down," he crawled over the bedt to her and grabbed her hand.
"I need air I can't breathe." She whimpered, tugging on his hand.
He let her go and got out of bed. He stood and followed her.
She fast walked out of the room, down the hall, and out the front door after unlocking it.
He grabbed a blanket and followed her.
She walked down their front porch and sat down on the last step.
He followed and watched her a little from behind.
"That wasn't a nightmare." She swallowed hard. "That was literal hell." Her voice shook.
He went over and draped the blanket over her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, "it's okay."
She leaned into him, sniffling. "I'm so scared." She whispered.
"What if he's like me?" She shook her head. "No. He will be."
He sighed, "he'll be fine. You'll be there to help him," he said softly.
"The nightmare I had was that he died inside me and I raised him. Back to life; in my womb she seethed.
"So?" She looked at him incredulously. "Do you not see how fucked it that is?"
"Not really," he answered. "I mean, it's like anything else you can do."
"You don't get it." She stood up with a grunt.
He sighed and stood, "then explain it to me."
"He's inside me. He's apart of me." She said. "That's make it much more sick."
"But you don't have a choice," he sighed, watching her.
"That's the point! I didn't want this." She sniffled.
"I don't even know why I'm like this. My parents werent." She sighed
"Maybe they weren't your parents," he said softly.
"Maybe they weren't your parents," he repeated. "You could be adopted."
She furrowed her brows. "I...I never thought about that."
She sighed. "That doesn't matter anymore though. Everyone's dead."
"But if they're like you... they might not be/"
She closed her eyes, sighing. "If they wanted to know me they could have contacted me a long time ago."
She wrapped her arms around herself, staying quiet.
"Lets go inside, yeah?" He gently took her hand.
He lead her inside and to the kitchen, "do you want me to make you some warm milk? You can dip oreos in."
She blushed and nodded. "That would be lovely."&
He smiled and let her sit on a stool while he went to warm up some milk.
She sat with a grunt and held her belly, rubbing it lightly.
He came back and set a mug in front of her. He got a packet of Oreos and set it down next to her just as Amelia started crying from their room. He sighed, "I'm going to go see whats up."
Natalia nodded and took a cookie and dipped it into the warm milk.
He went upstairs and found her in his and Natalia's room. He picked her up and comforted her before carrying her downstairs to get her some warm milk and oreos.
"You were gone." Amelia whined, rubbing her eyes.
"We were right here," he said softly, rubbing her back softly. "It's okay."
