Heyyy Annie and Beth or Kate and Edwina(31 or 42)
Hey! Thank you!! Let's go GG, Annie and Beth, 42 - braiding the other's hair for this one.
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A retch, a wet splatter against porcelain, a groan, and then another – this one beside her – as Dean rolls over in their bed.
“I can’t do another night of this, Beth, I’ve got that sales rep from Buick in the morning, and - - ”
“I know,” she whispers back, keeping her tone low, soothing, to try and ease the nasal whine out of his. She’s already halfway out of bed anyway, something he should’ve heard given the mattress springs in their old bed whine with every toss and turn, but she knows it’s not really the point. Knows she can’t ask more from him than what she already has. “Go back to sleep, I’ll take care of her.”
In this regard, at least, Dean doesn’t need to be told twice, and Beth’s grateful for it as she toes into her fluffy slippers and ducks out of their bedroom, finding her way into the cold stretch of the living space. Their apartment is barely big enough for the two of them really – an open plan thing that only really seems to be that way to hide the fact that it’s mostly just one modest-sized room, a kitchenette crushed into one corner, and a scrap of carpet meant to indicate a lounge in the other. Still, between the bedroom, bathroom and sleepout, it had felt like something real. A starter home for an aspiring homemaker – at least, that’s what she’d believed when she and Dean had signed the lease.
She really should’ve known better.
Shouldering into the bathroom, Beth sighs at the sight of her teenaged sister slumped on the floor beside the toilet, her face damp with sweat and tears and the acrid smell of vomit thick in the air.
Annie offers up a two-finger salute.
“Yo,” she says, and Beth closes the door behind her.
“You sound worse than you did after mom’s birthday last year,” Beth tells her, and Annie huffs out a laugh.
“Yeah, well, what can I say? I don’t have a stomach full of butterscotch schnapps to dull the senses, just a stomach full of baby.”
“I hate that expression,” Beth says, crossing the tiny space to grab a damp cloth from the side of the tub. She crouches down beside her sister, careful to give her slow-swelling belly space, and mops up some of the vomit at the corner of her mouth. “It’s not in your stomach, it’s not a food baby.”
Tilting her head into Beth’s hand, Annie stares up at her, her brown, doe eyes a little glassy and a lot tired, and Beth can’t help it – the way her touch gets a little gentler. God, when did Annie get old enough for any of this?
“Would you rather I said womb baby?”
And okay, Beth can’t quite bite back the grin at that.
“I feel like the womb part is implied.”
“Hey, test tube babies are a thing.”
“Yeah, but they still put them in your womb eventually.”
“That’s so weird.”
“No weirder than getting knocked up in a Denny’s parking lot.”
A squawk escapes Annie’s mouth at that, and Beth laughs quietly this time, tossing the washcloth back into the tub and moving to offer her hand to help Annie up. She thinks she has some tea bags in the kitchen – remembers buying some after reading that it can help with this – but before she gets the chance, Annie groans again, lurching sideways.
“Ugh, I think I’m going to hurl.”
And right. Beth quickly moves out of the way as Annie climbs up on her knees, turning to drop her head into the toilet bowl and with the first retch, Beth finds herself at her sister’s back, fighting to keep her hair out of - - well, anything. She can feel Annie start to tremble, and before she even realizes it, Beth starts to hum as she braids her sister's hair back – not lullabies or anything so winsome, but the Captain Planet theme song – smiling to herself when Annie lets out a shaky laugh.
“Why do they call it morning sickness when it happens whenever it wants?”
“I mean, it’s technically morning,” Beth says. “I think it’s like, 1.30 or something.”
Annie groans again, and Beth reaches for a scrunchie off the sink, looping it around the end of the braid, and vaguely, she thinks of Dean in the other room again. Wonders if Dean would be in here with her if she was the one with her head in the toilet, but for some reason, the image doesn’t stick. It’s always Annie at her back, or Ruby, and so she shakes her head, lets the thought fall away before she can think any more of it.
“’m sorry,” Annie says, her voice so young, and Beth shakes her head, smile slipping from her face as she takes in her sister’s shrunken body.
“You can’t help it.”
Because she can’t, and Annie makes a noise before she vomits again, and Beth thinks this is just how life creeps in – her starter home for an aspiring homemaker – god, stupid. She’s still just her, still just Beth, still a sister first and a wife second, and soon she’ll be an aunt and one day she knows she’ll be a mother, that any home she makes won’t ever truly be hers, and she wonders when she has all of it, what will come first then.
(Sister still, she thinks, knows, hand sloping down Annie’s back. Always sister first.)
Touch prompts
Prompts filled so far:
Succession, Roman and Shiv, pinky swear
Bridgerton, Anthony x Kate, washing the other's body
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Do the ro's have dreams? or plans for the future?
Yep, but I can't tell yet, it's a spoiler🤭
What I can say is that August's dream has sth to do with the incident three years ago in which the mc was involved.
At the moment, Abel feels that he's really close to reaching his dream, but he has to get his enemies involved.
Kosta feels a little lost, they alwasy thought they wanted sth but lately they started thinking that maybe that's not it.
For Constance, getting involved with the authorities would mean putting her dream in danger, because she has to remain under the radar.
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