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antigone_graceIt's while laying on the cool tile of the very spacious bathroom on the second floor of the Winchester's spacious mansion that it dawns on Antigone.
She's an awful girlfriend. If not now, then she will be soon. She will soon be the worst girlfriend to ever girlfriend and the thought fills her with another bout of nausea that has nothing to do with the tiny pea lodged in her uterus.
Speaking of the pea-sized thing, she's terrified of that, too. Before, she had a certain knowledge that things would be perfect. She didn't fear for the infant thing that would appear from her body. She knew then that it would be the perfect combination of her and Anteros and that it would, if not love her (because she wondered if Erastos did), but follow some kind of respect and that would be that. But now? Now she has to worry if, in her mortal state, she's going to disappoint Sam with something less than the perfection he deserves. If, and here terror sets in, her child will cause her pain. Will hurt her. Not just physically, but emotionally as well.
Not only that, her mind continues without her permission as she rolls over to get more comfortable, but she's reminded that she can't cook (her one attempt at a ham from scratch ended in the near fatal fire at her New Jersey house) and she has a wardrobe that consists of two dresses and a tank top. Nothing to go on her backside.
She feels tears spring to her eyes and she wipes them with one hand. No matter what Psyche says, no matter what her father says, there is nothing she wouldn't have done to spare Sam the heartache of losing his father. That includes going through the humiliation of being the worst girlfriend ever. Naked, if need be.
Antigone Grace
323 Words
She's an awful girlfriend. If not now, then she will be soon. She will soon be the worst girlfriend to ever girlfriend and the thought fills her with another bout of nausea that has nothing to do with the tiny pea lodged in her uterus.
Speaking of the pea-sized thing, she's terrified of that, too. Before, she had a certain knowledge that things would be perfect. She didn't fear for the infant thing that would appear from her body. She knew then that it would be the perfect combination of her and Anteros and that it would, if not love her (because she wondered if Erastos did), but follow some kind of respect and that would be that. But now? Now she has to worry if, in her mortal state, she's going to disappoint Sam with something less than the perfection he deserves. If, and here terror sets in, her child will cause her pain. Will hurt her. Not just physically, but emotionally as well.
Not only that, her mind continues without her permission as she rolls over to get more comfortable, but she's reminded that she can't cook (her one attempt at a ham from scratch ended in the near fatal fire at her New Jersey house) and she has a wardrobe that consists of two dresses and a tank top. Nothing to go on her backside.
She feels tears spring to her eyes and she wipes them with one hand. No matter what Psyche says, no matter what her father says, there is nothing she wouldn't have done to spare Sam the heartache of losing his father. That includes going through the humiliation of being the worst girlfriend ever. Naked, if need be.
Antigone Grace
323 Words
