「 i will follow you ⋆ silas 」

[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Upon surviving a near-death experience over a year ago and spending most of the time since then having to rebuild every aspect of his life, Silas was afforded many months to reflect upon the shit stain that’d been his life. He was no fun when he lived a life so recklessly, unaware that his foolishness often meant that people had to clean up after him every single time. This second shot at a life had him realising that he was actually quite a shitty human being, and he had to make this life of his count for once. No more lashing out at the people he loved, no more dancing on tables too drunk to see straight, no more abandoning everyone just because he felt as if he was never worthy to be loved.

After being bed bound then wheelchair bound for months on end, the stick was a vast improvement. He’d been told that he’d probably never have the strength nor coordination to walk again. Whilst he still struggled daily, at least he was alive. He had to live life in the slow lane nowadays, words more difficult to speak and thoughts harder to remember nor materialise - if it weren’t for the love of his life, Silas would have felt that working so hard to recover would not have been worth it.

He had Frankie. He had Jay. He had Angel. He had an unborn child and a life which seemed like it was worth living. Even though the days were so much more difficult to get through now, they were worth every struggle. He would come to meet his new child any day from now. Silas predicted that it’d be a boy, mainly because he was biased - boys were cool. Plus, Jay insisted that Frankie ought to make him a brother. He wanted someone to go fishing with, someone to play with toy cars with. Angel was fun - Jay would point out - but was still far too young to join in on Jay’s antics.

The evening was slow yet tranquil in the safety of the desolate suburban neighbourhood they’d stumbled upon, and Silas shifted over to look towards his wife-to-be as she lay in bed. He leaned over from where he sat in an armchair nearby, finishing towel drying his hair before dropping the towel in a pile on the floor. ❝ He’s raring to go, ‘eh? ❞ With great effort, he pushed himself up onto his feet before shuffling towards the bed where he flopped on his belly beside Frankie. ❝ The apple don’t fall too far from the tree. ❞ He peered over towards Frankie, hazel eyes slowly darting across his face before a soft smile began to tug at the corner of his lip.

He said nothing for a moment before he rolled onto his side to face her, extending his hand to rest it against her belly. ❝ I was thinkin’ yeah… I think we gotta find somewhere to settle down. Somewhere where people got supplies for poppin’ babies out ‘n’ stuff. ❞

[frankie m.]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 435px; font-size: 8.5pt; color: #808080; line-height: 126%; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 1.5px;"]she felt drained, tired.. heavy. this was something so new, so different, for her and she barely knew what she was doing. was she eating the right things? is there something specific she had to do all these months and just did not know? frankie didn't know or have any contact to someone who had experienced pregnancy before, so she was left completely in the dark. she wasn't a religious person at all but she occasionally found herself praying that she was doing the right thing.

frankie adjusted herself into an upright position so that she could get a good look at silas, who looked the slightest bit at peace for once. one hand rested on his while she began to run her other hand through his dark and damp curls, massaging his scalp. ❝ you did this to me, ❞ she jokingly sneered, far from upset at their current situation. 'he.' silas thought it would be a boy, while frankie... frankie didn't really have any ideas; surprisingly, it was not something she had really been too focused on. names, the sex of the baby. this entire time she had only been referring to the life within her as 'little shit' or just simply 'baby.'

as he spoke again her eyes fell back on her belly and she let out a heavy sigh. ❝ i know, but do we even know if we're close to something like that? ❞ were either of them really paying attention to where they were? her lips pursed, her hands moving up and down her stomach in anxious habit. it was hitting her like a bag of bricks; she was really going to have do this, huh? have kids. her heart felt like it had dropped in her stomach and she wiped at her eyes quickly. ❝ this is fuckin' scary. really scary. shit. silas, i don't know if i can do this. ❞

[frankie m.]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 435px; font-size: 8.5pt; color: #808080; line-height: 126%; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 1.5px;"]if you were to tell her over a year ago that she would be not only engaged to silas overton, but pregnant with his children ( she was making the bold assumption there was more than one ), she wouldn’t have believed you. she was once so adamant on living childless, alone, with no one but herself to rely on. a sad life, yes, but it was something she had come to accept.

that was, until silas’s near death. something in her sparked; a flame of desire and love for a man she believed was only to be a best friend. when he held her, she felt safe. when he gave her that shit eating grin or a genuine smile it made her heart skip a beat. it felt too good to be true, honestly, when he eventually proposed. to be honest, she almost didn’t say yes. it was scary — still was — but she couldn’t imagine her life without him.

when she realized she was pregnant she was terrified. that fear still grips her tightly even now, nine months in, ready to give birth. the constant nausea and headaches fed into the anxiety she felt regarding the safety and health of the lives she was carrying.

frankie shifted in the bed, trying to reposition herself into a more comfortable spot. instinctively her right hand lifted up to rest atop her belly and her eyes closed in deep thought. it was lucky for the little group that they found the little suburbs when they did, because the woman wasn’t sure she could continue wandering around much longer.. she didn’t know how much longer they had, she just really wanted a comfortable bed to lay down on. her hand moved slowly up and down, her eyebrow quirking at a kick. ❝ already giving attitude? i just want to relax, kid. ❞

&& [member=9075]SILAS.[/member]