Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:07:18 AM)
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Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 2:07:30 AM)
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Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 2:07:46 AM)
((Dama i had cybered you in the foyer! the least you could do is thank me!)
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:08:00 AM)
(lol Opppppssss sorry ;) )
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 2:08:01 AM)
(( Some people right Lynette...some people)
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:08:40 AM)
(oh gawd.. *Gutts the tasha* hands off my koolaid!)
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:11:05 AM)
*He had showered after his work out, and was half asleep in the living room on the first floor. The t.v. was on low, it was animal planet doing some special on the different breeds of k-9's Honor was curled up at his side his head resting against his fathers chest in his pajamas daltons arm lazily around the sleeping boy..*
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:15:20 AM)
*Thundershowers are dominated a majority of the day, as well as lingering during the evening hours to hit a few areas with more rains that had been thoroughly enjoyed. Now that the evening showers had calmed she sat under a lamp in the living room, reading over something she had printed off the net earlier in the day. Taking a break from her task, all comfy in a robe and pj, she smiled at the pair resting*
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 2:17:34 AM)
*Tasha had made her way down to the kitchen. She had on a pair of Pj shorts and a tank top. She opened up various containers of left overs and examin them for freshness. With a wiff of something like a fancy cheese she'd place it back into the fridge and dash off to the restroom. but only make it to the sink*
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:23:23 AM)
*Being of the mind for listening for any rustling in the kitchen she glanced in the direction of where an abundant amount of healthy snacks awaited consumption. She could so go for a snack...late as it was it would have to be light. Wetting her lips in anticipation she lowered the collection of papers out of her lap and onto a side table. Slowly she began to rise from the chair, offering her clothed belly a little rub* Dalton...*she whispered* Do you need anything from the kitchen?
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:25:20 AM)
*He looked over at her with a smile* yes when you come back please bring me a tall serving of dama on rhye.. *He grinned impisly at her and offered her a wink..*
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 2:32:54 AM)
*Tasha was alotless Sexy as what ever healthy snack she had taken part of was now splattered in the sink. She'd blink and tilt her head* Is that my stinker bar...oh god*she'd quickly go to rinse out the sink a bit and look at her watch*were the hell is steven ....fuck its late...i hope he didnt get into another agrument with that old man at the liqour store about communism and football
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:33:54 AM)
Mm. I could shamlessly flirt with you right now...for the benefit of swift service I'll skip it. *smiling wickedly at her mate the kitchen was calling for her. Padding barefoot over the immaculate flooring she disappeared into the kitchen and paused in disgust as Tasha rudely vomitted inside her once clean sink, yummering on about where Steven was* What is the matter with you? Offending my kitchen, as well as my senses with that...nastiness. You know I am rather fond of you but if this is how you treat my kitchen...I am sorry. I will have to reconsider my thoughts about you.
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 2:36:02 AM)
Give me a break okay...I'm Cleaning it up...*She'd say as she was im the process of rinsing off the inside of the sink* Ssss sorry Jeeze...please Dama forgive me ...oh my god...what have i done...*She'd look at the sink* and all that other shit
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:38:25 AM)
*Dalton heard the comotion and he got up and moved to the kitchen*
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:39:20 AM)
*He had heard the comotion and he looked at dama then to tasha* dama appologise immideately
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:40:47 AM)
Tasha wash your hands and have a seat i will clean it up for you, do not worry about it.. *He motioned her to a kitchen chair.. *are you feeling allright tasha? you sick?
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:41:25 AM)
*Folding both arms across the fullness of her chest the woman lifted a brow. She was about to say something else in regards to the situation though backed right the hell down, unfolding her arms to offer Tasha a most sincere apology. Stepping aside, and sealing her damned lips together, she only watched...and waited for the next command to come form her mate*
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:41:27 AM)
*Dalton sounded very concearned for tashas well being, he had no idea if she was sick or something was wrong..*
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:41:44 AM)
Dama sit your ass down
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:42:16 AM)
*Shamefully the woman sat down without pause*
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:44:31 AM)
*He moved to the fridge and grabbed a single container of apple canberry juice and popped the top placing it down on the table where he motioned tasha to sit.. his eyes looked over at dama* you comfortable in that seat?
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 2:44:32 AM)
*Tasha would look to the Sink and move to wash her hand in the sink. Grabbing the soap and drizzling it along the inside of it. As she did her best to rinse most of it away while she washed her hands. She'd look over Dama for a moment and then to Dalton*
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:45:34 AM)
*He waited for tasha to sit.. when he seen her hands where clean.. He tugged her away from it.. motioning to the chair for her to sit, and motioning to the drink he had gotten for her*
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:46:54 AM)
*Anxiously she picked at the thick ends of the belt of her robe. She merely nodded and picked more at the belt*
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 2:47:04 AM)
*She'd plop down and take a sip of the drink. She'd look to Dama stareing at her ...since well she had nothing else to really look at. It didnt help that she wasn't blinking though *
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 2:47:14 AM)
((STAREING CONTEST!)
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:47:33 AM)
(Whhheeeeee!)
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:49:35 AM)
*He looked at dama* sitting won't be pleasent tomarrow i can assure you of that. *He moved to the sink and began spraying the hose with a bottle of bleach solution. He was also spraying the inside of the sink and around the sink as he continued speaking to them both but he was not faceing them* please drink the juice it will get the taste out of your mouth and hopefully settle your stomache a bit. I want you both to hear what im about to say because it is extremly important that you both understand what i am about to say.
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:50:59 AM)
*Tasha would win the attempt at a staring contest. The woman's eyes brimmed lightly with tears in keeping at the contest a whole two seconds before she looked away. She nodded to Dalton in acknowledgment with her shoulders shaking with emotion that Dama fought to keep in control of*
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 2:51:55 AM)
*She'd put the cup to her mouth and sip from it. "I like Juice" Tasha thought to her self as she drank and then her eyes would focus on dalton. He made her feel like a five year old*can i get a bendy straw ...*Shed comment as she looked down her cup*
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:56:33 AM)
*He then used his hand on the hose to rinise off the sprayed bleach before he grabbed a disenfectant kitchen wipe and began cleaning it. he could not see damas face his back was still turned. * Dama I know you are pregnant. I would like to point out that tasha is the mate of my brother she is my sister and your sister. if i had puked in the sink you would have been worried, if honor had puked on the floor you would have been worried. not about the floor or the sink but for us. tasha is my family she is your family, she is obviously sick and all you can think about is the fucking sink. ive never seen you so fucking self obsorbed. I get it your emotional but perhaps the pack living here while your pregnant is to much on your nerves or is making you jaded. I do not want to leave you unprotected but i will have to move out along with the pack if this is going to be your attitude i can come here and help you with the pregnancy but as a garou, i can not afford to live without my pack it is a extreme loss of honor a
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 2:59:06 AM)
philiodox with no honor is a fucking disgrace. we worked hard for this place so that when I joined a pack we could have them live with us so i would not have to leave you alone. remember when arron came crashing through the umbra it was tasha who jumped up and grabbed the broom it was tasha who cleaned up the mess it was tasha who tried to calm you down. Tasha has been helping around the house. but tasha does not feel at home here. because she feels this is your home, she and steven wanted to live some where else. and my alphas honor would have suffered for it.
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:00:09 AM)
There are seven packmates in my pack.. and they call this place home. yes arron is a issue.. but tasha has carried a heavy load she has been helping to make things easier on you me and the entire pack. she gets sick in the sink and you think to fucking snap at her like she did that shit on purpose?
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:02:03 AM)
*Finaly the sink was clean and he turned to face dama* Tell me dama, how am i supposta make my pack feel like this is also there home, if you act this way? or are you simply trying to push us out of the home all together, do you need time to learn to get control of these emotional out bursts of yourse? Is this fucking pregnacy screwing with your nerves so much you forget all that everyone else is doing to try and make shit less difficult and stressful on you?
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:03:01 AM)
Tasha playing with honor so you can take those naps? Me and steven and tasha cleaning up so you don't have shit to do? We been cooking, shes been making you mid night snacks that i been bringing you like the mac and cheese the other night. how about all the time i made you take off of work?
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:03:07 AM)
So that you had less stress?
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 3:03:29 AM)
I'm Pregnant*She'd say quickly her words were jumbled together as if they just fell out of her mouth. Clumsy and unrefined. *
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 3:05:56 AM)
*she'd rise her hands up and wave them a bit silently*blaah...
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:06:08 AM)
*Squeezing her eyes closed in an effort to dam up the tears building in her eyes, feeling so extremely ashamed and feeling about as tall as a pile of fecal matter on the lawn. She pressed the back of one hand tightly against her lips to stifle the sobs threatening to break past them. Sucking in a breath her entire body shuddered yet she refrained from sobbing like the apparent -weak- Kinfolk that she was. She was being addressed now...she swallowed hard as tears tracked down her cheeks. Gaia...she so didn't deserve to be in this house with Dalton, Honor nor the packmates and their Kin. What apology would fix this issue? None at all. -She- was causing difficulties in the house...unsettling it. Truly she didn;t deserve Dalton's affections either.* I...am...sorry. *her broken, emotional voice offered*
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 3:08:02 AM)
*She'd look towards Dama then to dalton then to Dama*...Its okay Dama ...i wasn't upset or anything at you...i'm okay*She'd reach out a hand to Dama. The last thing tasha wanted was to see Dama cry...Because if dama was crying...Oh god...she could feel it coming...to the corner of her eyes....*Dama its okay
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:11:18 AM)
*He looked at her break down.. Then his eyes moved to tasha and he groaned as his hand raised up to rub at the back of his head.. *Umm congradulations.. *all he could think of was two emotionaly distraught pregnant women under the same roof.. He then moved towards dama and placed a finger under her chin lifting her head upwards as he stood looming over her to look at her face* dama you are my mate, my love.. I expect the best from you because in my eyes you are the best. You need to regain more control of these emotions or I will have to keep you to our courters till you gain more control of them. I do not want you stressed while you are carrying our child, and i certainly do not want you pissing off a ragey ahourn either.. unless you can promise me you will stop being stressed out over things you need not be stressed about then it will be up in the room unless im here to intervene on your behalf.
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:15:02 AM)
*No matter how Tasha attempted to smooth things over nothing was -okay-. She had shamed the house, her mate. The Tribe. She shook more, breaking down into a sorrowful sob and totally not getting why he was congratulating Tasha. Feeling Dalton's touch she finally opened her red, swollen eyes to peer up at him.* I'm so sorry. I'm so...so...so sorry, Dalton. I'm sorry.
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 3:17:50 AM)
*Oh shit...Oh crap. Her eyes would start to well up as dama started to sob. The other shadow lord kin was moved to get weepy as well. This was all her fault. HOw could she get Dama in trouble like this. It was no use crying over split vomit. But Now what was going to happen to dama. What if the woman hated her. How could Dalton Send her to her room. What a jerk! Or was she the jerk*
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 3:18:17 AM)
I need to ...Tinkle*she'd rise from her chair* Excuse me...
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:19:11 AM)
*He looked down at her.. kissing her forhead.. then he smoothed out her hair* please dama, stop appologising to me.. I just need you to stop stressing out, i know it is not healthy for our child, i have worked hard as has tasha to try and make things as least stressed out for you as we possidbly could. but its your hormones, remember when you where pregnant with honor? We lived in a shitty roach infested fucking apartment?? Remember how you kept trying to chase them around and kill them? And i told you nothing would work? you kept trying to clean and i kept telling you the chemicals could not be good, so i wound up cleaning every chance i got?
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:21:13 AM)
ya just need to calm down.. ya know meditate relax.. you are working on creating another little son to add to the family, but you cant take it out on the family is all i am saying.. *And when tasha moved off for the bathroom with tears in her eyes he whispered to dama* though im still gonna cherry top your ass tonight.. cause ya know ya need to be punished..
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:23:19 AM)
*Sniffle, sniffle. Sob, sob. She could only nod while trying to calm down. She had made poor Tasha leave the room...that just made her eyes tear up even more. Returning swollen eyes on her mate a small smile broke through her lingering sorrow. Lightly a dry cough rattled at her throat, making her gag thanks to the emotional spill she had just endured*
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:23:30 AM)
*He whispered to dama* you hear her just say she was pregnant right? *He touched damas shoulder* this is her very first pregnancy.. She could use a sister whom has been through this before. Perhaps you can offer her understanding and help you have more experience at this then she does.
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 3:23:48 AM)
*Tasha would close the door to the bat room and sit on the toliet*
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 3:23:54 AM)
Bath*
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:24:43 AM)
*He whispered to dama* you know she lost her family like we did, we are the only family she has, as she is ours..
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:25:10 AM)
I didn't mean...*sniffle, sniffle* to upset her. I'm so...horrible.
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:25:42 AM)
*He wiped the tears away from her cheeks and eyes* Ya don't have to act out to be punished dama ill gladly spank that ass if ya want any time..
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:28:02 AM)
*She laughed softly, the sobbing slowly ebbed away* I will take better care of my relationship with her. *raggedly breathed*
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:28:21 AM)
your not horridble your pregnant. and shes about to understand just why you ar acting this way as *He thumbs towards where tasha went* she goes through the same hormonal roller coaster you did, it seems she is in the puke stage where the slightest smell is making her puke, wait till she sees arron ripping into a raw steak and she cant hold down her stomache contents. or that crazy ward of mine tries to call her fat or something. or arron comes bursting in through the umbra and drags filth across a floor she just cleaned. or when she watches a comedy and cries at a ridiculous part of the movie and does not know why?
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:29:32 AM)
her feet start swelling her back aching and her hormones in over drive. wonderful box of cracker jacks..
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 3:30:37 AM)
*Tasha would frown. SHe was also at the not being able to hold in her pee stage. But why wasn't the pee coming out. THis was complicated and frustrating. She would be composing an angery text message to steven. Urging him to ingore the local crazy people he insisted upon agrueing with and hurry home. All that was going to happen was that weird homeless guy was going to try to bite him again*
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:31:45 AM)
*Lovingly a hand strikes out to rub at her belly, feeling the active flutterings of their unborn son more on the inside than out.* She will need me help through this. *once again she sniffled* With any luck...she will not hate me for having mistreated her.
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:32:56 AM)
*He moved to the fride and got dama a serving of apple cranberry juice.. *She won't hate you, if anything she might be ticked at me for being such a big ass. *He handed dama the juice bottle* why don't ya go see if she is allright in there?
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:34:27 AM)
*Graciously the juice was accepted, she stood with the drink in hand to kiss him. Cause hell...she needed one right now*
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 3:34:28 AM)
*Tasha would come out of the bathroom after a flush and a hand washing. Looking at her phone*Steven...i dont care if the crazy man thinks we are all living in computer games and being controlled by people...why does he do these things*she'd text on her phone as she went back to the kitchen*
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 3:35:13 AM)
*she'd pause in the doorway of the kitchen and Glare at Dalton pointedly...Yeah he was absolutely right about that*
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:35:40 AM)
*He pulled her in and kissed her tear soaked lips deeply.. then he whispered to her softly* your lips taste wonderful..
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:39:07 AM)
*In that oh so potent kiss she fully relaxed, returning it on a sweet moan of bliss. When it broke she was left a little breathless* Oh please...punish me tonight, Dalton. *she hadn't notice Tasha yet* Spank me so hard...hurt me so, so good.
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:39:08 AM)
*He noticed the stern look from tasha and he looked at dama and gave her a private wink.. Then he would exit the kitchen with a light swat to to damas ass in passing so she could talk with tasha* im gonna get the little man into bed
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 3:40:23 AM)
*her face would get an O expression as she heard that. Now she was just confused*...i am...going to....do stuff...there*points at the fridge as she shuffles over*
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:40:54 AM)
*He knew tasha had heard that and it likely left dama embarassed. poor girl.. well little humility might do her good or make her laugh or blush who knew.. what he did know was he needed to get his son in bed so that after dama and tasha spoke he would have that special moment with his mate that made life wortyh living.. *
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:43:17 AM)
*Oh....Tasha had heard all of that. She smiled then had a little laugh at her own expense. Dalton was no longer in the kitchen so she sipped at the juice, and grabbed a paper towel to wet it under cool water from the sink* You and I are going to be a fine, pregnant mess together, hm?
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 3:45:18 AM)
Yeah i guess so *She said a bit unsure* I had wanted to telll everyone...you know...i was going to tell you two even before i told steven...but he just ...i'm not good at keeping secret. I didnt want to just blurt it out though*She'd look around the fridge* I wanted a nice dinner and stuff...but steven was like...oh cosette feelings might get hurt....which honestly...its getting old...cossettes feelings ...what about my feelings...you know?
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:50:51 AM)
*The fibers of the paper towel absorbed a good dosing of water which is what she had desires. The faucet was shut off and the towel squeezed tightly and lightly snapped open. And with a gentleness she pressed the towel against her swollen eyelids* Now that you are expecting others will have to greatly consider your feelings. *she lowered the towel from her eyes* Tasha...
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 3:51:42 AM)
what about what i want? i want....*she'd look around* the inside of the fridge* I dont know what i want ...*she'd close the fridge and look to dama* huh?
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:54:32 AM)
You forgive me for having upset you so greatly? If you plan to hold a grudge...whom could fault you for that? You have done so much within thise household, helping to look after Honor, cleaning, cooking....and so on. This is not how I wanted to repay your kindness...by being a bitch towards you. To speak the truth...you are the only friend I've ever had. And I don't want there to be a grudge because I enjoy your company.
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Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 3:59:54 AM)
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Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:00:46 AM)
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Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:00:54 AM)
(Now I can see it)
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(I see u!)
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:01:03 AM)
(wow your typing)
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:01:12 AM)
Oh...I was already over it...I wasn't upset...i knew i mean it wasnt you who was talking. But your vagina who was talking. I just have a hard time. I'm not use to having people around. Family and stuff...i'm not use to well...this style of living. I'm use to having things that are mine.*she'd look to Dama* ...your the only friend i have ...i mean have you talked to some of these other girls...they are fucking nuts
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:01:24 AM)
(Ty. Soooooooooo sorry about that)
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:01:35 AM)
things that aren't mine*
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:04:39 AM)
*Loudly Dama chuckled* You are amusing, do you know that? *sighing happily she dotted the towel anew on her eyes then tossed it into the trash can* Yes...many of the girls have been fucking insane, I can agree with you on that. Some have tried to crawl into Dalton's pants...I can't tell you how badly I wanted to cut a bitch over that.
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Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:05:42 AM)
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Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:06:04 AM)
(I'm good...for now)
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:07:15 AM)
To be perfectly honest...im pretty fucking terrified*she'd sigh softly* i feel like...i have to walk this line everywere i go...*she'd look down* i cant even be as happy as i want to be about this. You know i did the math...and well i think steven got me um knocked up on the first try...i mean thats great considaring his track record
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:11:46 AM)
*She drank the remaining juice, set the glass into the sin, and stepped over to Tasha. Smiling a kindly hand was placed on her shoulder* It is a blessing to hold life within your womb. It doesn't matter if you were knocked up the time you made love. That is the purpose after all...it does feel wonderful, the sex though it is all intended for conceiving life.
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:17:38 AM)
*she'd nod her head* i want to be as good a mate and mother as you. I told steven that i was looking forward to you teaching me about ...babys and what not...it'll be nice..its perfect i can watch you and learn everything. I just hope nothing bad happends
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:19:36 AM)
Steven ...i can tell..he's going to be freaking out more than i am...
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:21:27 AM)
I do my best though I am only human, hm? I do make mistakes...and most mistakes I don't mind making. *adding nothing further to that....she squeezed Tasha's shoulder and stepped back* No matter what is said in regards to the timing of your pregnancy, remember that it happened at the -right- time. And it is only natural that your mate...overly is concerned for you. Don't make a fuss when he wants to do something for you...he will stress less that way.
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:23:23 AM)
....i told him he has to make me a cake for each week for 9 months
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:25:25 AM)
You may not desire the cake in the next few weeks though I'm sure that he will make up for the loss in other ways. There are better things in the world than just cake. *she grinned*
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:27:32 AM)
Its not the cake i want...its the fact that he's doing it reguardess that he doesnt know what hes doing *she'd smile*it makes me smile watching him
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:27:58 AM)
well we can all enjoy the cake if i dont want it...
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:29:38 AM)
Thank you for that, Tasha. You know when you are further along in your pregnancy a baby shower will be in order.
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:29:54 AM)
i mean its our cake...what about your baby shower...
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:30:31 AM)
you didnt have one...i remember dalton was telling me how poor you two were ...did someone try to throw you one yet...i'll throw you one...with powder blue and games
Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:31:27 AM)
*Curiously she pursed her lips then dismissed the thought of a baby shower with a wave of a hand* No...you will have plenty enough going on in your pregnancy. There isn't a need to hold a baby shower for me.
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:32:28 AM)
i should get to bed...and i think dalton is waiting for you...i can feel his eyes...somewere ..
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Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:34:07 AM)
*smirking she hugged Tasha* Then rest well. Thank you for speaking with me.
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:36:15 AM)
*she'd hug dama back and smile. Moving towards the stairs slowly.She'd look towards the front door for a moment*
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:37:40 AM)
*Dalton was upstairs getting the whips and chains ready*
Steven Vincent (Mar 4, 2011 4:38:39 AM)
*About that time steven walked in the door*
Steven Vincent (Mar 4, 2011 4:39:07 AM)
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Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:39:48 AM)
*Dama followed in her wake, disappearing upstairs to receive her punishment*
Steven Vincent (Mar 4, 2011 4:39:58 AM)
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Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:40:01 AM)
Finally!*shed say with a groan* were the hell have you been "Sleeping on couch"Rhya!
Steven Vincent (Mar 4, 2011 4:41:04 AM)
*he looked to tasha* doing errands all night.. thats what happens when you are spending a good solid week doing nothing but having sex. You get behind on everything else.
Steven Vincent (Mar 4, 2011 4:41:47 AM)
Oh.. so Tasha... what do you think? Blue stroller or pink one?
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:41:59 AM)
*Slowly there bedroom door shut then locked..*
Dalton Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:42:05 AM)
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Dama Fortman (Mar 4, 2011 4:42:31 AM)
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Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:42:43 AM)
*she'd move towards her mate and kiss him on the lips*Oh My god poor fucking you and being behind on your Errands cause you were fucking to much...oh you poor thing...your life sucks so hard doesnt it steven....Sarah Mclaclan needs to write a song about it
Steven Vincent (Mar 4, 2011 4:44:10 AM)
*he grinned* you know... I think I should get her to do it.
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:46:22 AM)
*she would kiss his lips again* We arent picking out one of those yet..strollers oh pink maybe i feel like a pink one though...i'm exhusted though and i cant eat anything and dalton and dama are freaks..i thought we had weird sex
Steven Vincent (Mar 4, 2011 4:48:03 AM)
Oh here, I got you something baby.. *he walked in and handed her two books. First was his mothers family album.* Here Tasha.. I borrowed..... legitmately borrowed this from my mother. I figured there's lots of stuff in there you'd love to find out about.
Steven Vincent (Mar 4, 2011 4:48:36 AM)
Second is... *he handed her a babyname book* there... I thought we could use this.
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:49:09 AM)
this is great...does your dad still think i'm fake ....thank you baby*she'd flip through the book*glad you saw your mom...she misses you
Steven Vincent (Mar 4, 2011 4:49:27 AM)
Oh and I found this in my pocket. I don't know how it got there. *he gave her that tennis bracelet back that she shoved in there a couple weeks ago.* Habbit I guess.
Steven Vincent (Mar 4, 2011 4:50:07 AM)
I dunno... he wasn't home. Just mom.
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:50:52 AM)
*she'd clip it back onto her wrist* cosette is insane. I had mention the cake you made and wanted to share it...and she acted like it might have been posioned...i need to pee meet me upstairs and dont forget to bring my puke bucket...its in the kitchen freshly cleaned
Steven Vincent (Mar 4, 2011 4:52:11 AM)
That cake didn't come out right, but there's no poison in it.*he nodded and went to the kitchen to grab it and heaed upstairs.*
Tasha Rackow (Mar 4, 2011 4:55:34 AM)
*She would follow him*
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