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Just call him. Tell him you need to see him.

Pippa sighed. There were many things troubling her of late and did she really want to blindside Rory with the latest? Then again, hadn’t she and her therapist been discussing the fact that she needs to open up to the people in her life if she wants them to better understand her? So…

She dialed his cell phone felt relief wash over her when she was automatically directed to the voicemail system. If his phone was off, he was likely on his bike en route somewhere. Maybe it would be easier this way, just talk. Talk and not have to worry about him asking questions, making comments or otherwise interrupting her train of thought. She could put it all out there and let him decide how to handle it. Something else the shrink said she needed to be better about doing.

“Hi, Ro. It’s Pippa. Of course it’s Pippa, who else calls you Ro? Um…look, I know I told you nothing was wrong earlier and that I didn’t want to talk. I just—Okay, there was—is, and I didn’t know how to bring it up, that’s all.

“Um…God.” There was a heavy sigh, “I still don’t. But I’m going to and I’m just going to talk so forgive me if I ramble and don’t make too much sense, I’m pretty sure you’ll call me later anyway—probably to tell me I’m crazy and you don’t want anything else to do with me but well, that’s just not anything I can help, I guess.”

Nervous, she definitely sounded nervous as her voice trembled, cracked intermittently through her next words. “If I seemed out of sorts the last few days, more than I have been, there’s a reason for that. You see I’m late. Late. And I never am, you know. Like clockwork, always on time…every month…part of the joy of having an IUD and not having to remember to take a pill every day and it is actually easy to forget because I don’t have to think about it…didn’t, but then I realized...

“Okay, I really am rambling. Sorry.” She took a few deep breaths and forced herself to calm down. “I realized how off I was and then I thought…oh, God…it occurred to me that I could be pregnant.” There was a pause, a painful one as she wiped away a stray tear. “I’m not. I promise you, I’m not. So very, very not.”

Okay, so she couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.

“I took one those stupid home pregnancy tests and it was negative but I wasn’t going to trust that it was right so I made an appointment for a blood test with my doctor’s office and no, not pregnant. She thinks it’s just stress and weight loss and well…hell, doesn’t that make more sense anyway, given everything?” Laughter of the nervous, embarrassed sort. “I told her that was great news.

“Then I came home and cried. Aren’t I just the most idiot thing ever? I cried about it. I don’t know why. I was terrified that she was going to tell me I was pregnant. I spent the last two days wondering what in the world I was going to say to you if I was. Afraid of what you’d say or want me to do and all I could think about was the last time and I couldn’t, I can’t…I didn’t want to go through that again, Ro. I didn’t. And I know, I know you aren’t Edward and I know you wouldn’t have been hurtful or hateful about it but I was still scared…that I’d somehow end up losing you over this for being an irresponsible little twit.”

Pippa was quiet again,save for the sound of her breath and a sniffle or two, the rustle of tissue again skin as she dabbed at more tears. “I wanted to talk to you about this earlier, I did, but I didn’t think I could do so without falling apart. Hah…like I’m doing such a great job of keeping it together right now, right? I am such a screwed up mess, Ro. I don’t know what to think or feel and part of me really wanted her to tell me that the test was positive. Insane, I know. This is the worst possible time to even think about something like that.

“And we’ve never even really discussed it, or anything close to it and here I am…a stupid, sobbing mess over not being pregnant when I should be relieved. I should be so happy that I’m not, and I’m not. Why aren’t I? I don’t even want children. I haven’t wanted them…I’m not fit to be anyone’s mother, I think I proved that already. I had a baby and I gave her away without even looking at her. Who does that? Who does that…

“Oh, Ro…I don’t even know why I’m telling you all of this except that I guess I just need to know. I need to know that you’d have still loved me and that you’d have still wanted to be with me. I need to know that you wouldn’t have been mad me.”

She hung her head, shook it as she silently chastised herself for putting all of this on him, and over the phone. “I’m sorry, Rory. I keep having to say this to you lately, don’t I? You know what, just…just delete this and forget about it, okay? We both know I shouldn’t make phone calls when I’m upset. Or drinking or…maybe I should just…I’m just going to go. Call me if you want to, I don’t care how late it is.”

Pippa Kerr//Last Call//950

Date: 2008-10-30 07:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fey-fire.livejournal.com
"JeezKerist -- yo, tall dark and clueless, you gonna stop hogging the Karamel Sutra sometime this century?"

Rory, turned his head to find a gum-popping teenager glaring up at him. After a long moment he realized that his position, leaning against a freezer door in the ice cream section, was keeping the girl from her preferred pint of B&J. Shifting with a muttered apology earned him no more than a practiced eyeroll and a bored drawl of "WhatEVS, dude."

He shoved his cell back into a pocket as he headed for the front of the store, all memory of what he'd gone shopping for driven from his mind by the phone message he'd just heard. I'm sorry, Pippa had said. Call me if you want to. She wasn't getting something as paltry as a phone call. Not for this.

Some less-than-legal maneuvering on the Ninja had him pulling into Pippa's in record time. After taking three steps with each long-legged stride, he used his key to let himself into her apartment, knocking as he did so. "Pippa?" he called, letting her know it was him.

Date: 2008-10-30 07:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sand-andwater.livejournal.com
She hadn't moved from her place on the couch, not that he probably saw her immediately, not until he closed the door at least. Given that Pippa was still crying in jags and sniffling when she wasn't, her presence wasn't much of a mystery. She didn't say anything as she heard Rory's voice, she just curled herself tighter around the throw pillow she was holding.

Mr. Beaker did give him a soft "woof" and a thump of his tail against the floor in greeting.

Date: 2008-10-30 08:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fey-fire.livejournal.com
For once Mr. Beaker's usual greeting scratch would have to wait. The minute he caught sight of Pippa, Rory went to her, skinning out of his leather jacked and draping it over a chair on the way. He sat down beside her and without hesitation wrapped her snugly in his arms.

"I'm right here, love," he murmured into her hair. "And I'd be right here loving you no matter how that test came out, I swear."

Date: 2008-10-30 08:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sand-andwater.livejournal.com
Pippa didn't hesitate to discard the pillow in exchange for Rory's embrace. His words caused her to exhale a shaky sigh of relief against his neck, "Thank you..."

His assurance may have caused her to feel better but it also brought on another round of fresh tears. She brought her hands between them, fingers curling against his chest, pressing one palm over his heart just to feel it beating. "I'm sorry, Ro...I'm sorry."

Date: 2008-10-31 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fey-fire.livejournal.com
He let Pippa cry it out, laying back and nestling her between the back of the couch and the length of his body. With his cheek pressed against her hair, Rory ran his hands slowly up and down her back, kneading gently along the way.

Mr Beaker came over to lend his support as well. Sitting down by the couch, he stretched his neck over Rory's arm to give a lick to Pippa's hand where it lay on his chest.

Date: 2008-10-31 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sand-andwater.livejournal.com
Tucked securely against his body, Pippa continued to murmur against his now damp neck, apologies and other nearly unintelligible words regarding how foolish she felt about all of this and even several more utterances of "Thank you" to Rory for just being there.

When the dog lapped at her hand, Pippa sniffled and turned her head, facing the animal and trying to muster a smile for him. "My sweet puppy..." Of course that didn't stop her from turning her hand over and wiping the dog slobber on Rory's shirt.

Date: 2008-11-04 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fey-fire.livejournal.com
Rory chuckled slightly as Beaker rested his chin on his upper arm and looked at them both with winsome eyes. His hands didn't pause in their gentle stroking of Pippa's body.

"My love, sometimes events catch us by surprise and trigger equally unexpected reactions," he murmurs softly, kissing her temple for punctuation. "You're not being foolish, and you've nothing to apologize for."

Date: 2008-11-04 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sand-andwater.livejournal.com
"Most people don't melt down over negative tests." She sniffles again and pulls her head back as Mr. Beaker tries to lick her face. "Ugh, your breath reeks, puppy."

Pippa turns her attention back to Rory and sighs, twists the collar of his shirt between her fingers. "I feel like a nitwit. Of all the idiot things in the world to want--"

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