I'd lost count of the amount of times I'd thrown that little insult his way these past few months. I was as big as a house, everything hurt and the only bonus I was seeing so far about this whole pregnancy schtick was that if you were catching a bus somewhere? Guys got up to offer you their seats
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At first I’d tried some translation work. I still did the odd job here and there. Reputation is something, apparently, that goes around. Especially when one has a connection to the demonic side of the world. This time some Tralax demon had one day showed up just after work, all fidgety and nervous. And humble, just like his species are. Humanity could really take an example to them. He told me they’d discovered a document when one of the ‘old ones ‘ had died, but had no idea what it said.
English is not the only language that evolves over time. Considering that Tralax demons could live to be over a thousand years old and this particular old one and been very old, it wasn’t surprising that they had no idea what it said. So I had tried that, but found I couldn’t concentrate. Especially not since this prophet of whatever it was who wrote it, kept referring to his people as ‘his children
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He doesn’t look fine. I give him the once over, wondering if I bitched at him more than usual yesterday, and give him a scant roll of my eyes as he gets up to help me sit down.
This time, I don’t bite his head off. It’s not the sitting down I have a problem with, it’s hauling my ass back up again. “I was sleeping,” I tell him, as I take his hand in mine and pull him down next to me, “I just woke up and you were… Well, gone.”
Yeah, okay, I’m not too fond of sleeping on my own. I mean… Well I haven’t, have I? Not for nine months at least. I like Wes near me. I like feeling his arms around me, keeping me safe… and I’m aware that’s a little pathetic, fine, but-Hey, pregnant and hormonal lately (and it makes up for the moments where Wes gets a little amorous and I’m telling him his penis is never coming near me again…)
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask again, “I know I’ve been kinda snippy with you lately.” Kinda snippy is an understatement. I’m worried I’m pushing Wesley away before our kid is even born (our healthy human kid
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Well, yes I wasn’t there because I was down here. And that sounds lame even in my head. Biting down on a sigh at my own ineptitude I get up to help her, already bracing myself for some snippy remark. I know we’ve been snippy toward each other quite a lot even before. It used to drive Angel crazy, much to our amusement. But for the last eight, nine month’s she’s been downright… well… bitchy
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I'd lost count of the amount of times I'd thrown that little insult his way these past few months. I was as big as a house, everything hurt and the only bonus I was seeing so far about this whole pregnancy schtick was that if you were catching a bus somewhere? Guys got up to offer you their seats ( ... )
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English is not the only language that evolves over time. Considering that Tralax demons could live to be over a thousand years old and this particular old one and been very old, it wasn’t surprising that they had no idea what it said. So I had tried that, but found I couldn’t concentrate. Especially not since this prophet of whatever it was who wrote it, kept referring to his people as ‘his children ( ... )
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This time, I don’t bite his head off. It’s not the sitting down I have a problem with, it’s hauling my ass back up again. “I was sleeping,” I tell him, as I take his hand in mine and pull him down next to me, “I just woke up and you were… Well, gone.”
Yeah, okay, I’m not too fond of sleeping on my own. I mean… Well I haven’t, have I? Not for nine months at least. I like Wes near me. I like feeling his arms around me, keeping me safe… and I’m aware that’s a little pathetic, fine, but-Hey, pregnant and hormonal lately (and it makes up for the moments where Wes gets a little amorous and I’m telling him his penis is never coming near me again…)
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask again, “I know I’ve been kinda snippy with you lately.” Kinda snippy is an understatement. I’m worried I’m pushing Wesley away before our kid is even born (our healthy human kid ( ... )
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