03-25-2020, 04:59 AM
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god, she could imagine her sister right now. she could see coral standing there, hands on her hips, with that red-stained pout, giving her that squint. that i-know-what-you-did-you-rat squint. she could all but hear corals voice, over and over again, lecturing sixteen year old cove about why she should keep a safe distance from every stirling boy, and keep her legs firmly closed at that. but good god, the lot of them were like some sort of forbidden fruit in the garden of eden, weren't they? all brooding and hot, with blonde hair and blue eyes and those looks that could kill.
she didn't want anything to do with them long term, they were a troublesome lot, but in the short term? it'd been nice to talk to her old friend edmund. share a couple drinks, laugh about old times. and what followed was equally fun. except, it was supposed to start and end with fun, because he was a stirling and he was trouble. but apparently, just standing downwind of edmund stirling was enough to end up in her current state: knocked the fuck up.
cove hadn't ever wanted children, or a husband for that matter. that was where she and coral differed; her sister wanted a fairy tale, and cove just couldn't see that. she wanted to travel, kiss interesting men, drink all sorts of alcohol. getting pregnant wasn't in the plan, but she extensive medical training had taught her of it's possibility. she'd been six, when her parents pulled out a diagram and explained how babies were made (an unfortunate side effect of being the daughter of doctors). coral was delighted, excited to have a litter of her own; she and reef pretended to barf in a trash can, and got swatted at and eye rolls because of it.
and yet, there she stood, leaning against a tree. by her count, she's six or so weeks along now. six or so weeks, vomiting profusely, repulsed by all foot, and every part of her body aching from the flood of hormones the infant within her is causing. she understands she can't travel like this; even once the horrid first trimester passes, she'll be in no state to care for herself. and once it comes out and she has to spend years caring for it, she can't do that on the road.
so she had three options: show up to flintlock and demand edmund help, go home and ask her parents to help, or find somewhere else to go and do it herself.
asking the sperm donor wasn't an option for her, though. she'd never been good at working with others, and coparenting somehow sounded worse than doing it on her own. besides, even if the kid hadn't necessarily been wanted, she sure as hell didn't want it tied up in the affairs of the stirlings. going to her parents would bring up more judgement and criticism than she was interested in as well, so that was also off the table.
that was what landed cove at the border, and the aforementioned leaning-tree, of los santos. she doesn't know much about them, but she isn't exactly picky. they're close, edmund doesn't live there, and her family doesn't know about them. she isn't much of a fighter, and though she doesn't know their deal, she knows she's all but a fully certified doctor, and few places had the balls to reject someone with her expertise. so she figures she'll hope for the best, and get moving if they have no interest in her.
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god, she could imagine her sister right now. she could see coral standing there, hands on her hips, with that red-stained pout, giving her that squint. that i-know-what-you-did-you-rat squint. she could all but hear corals voice, over and over again, lecturing sixteen year old cove about why she should keep a safe distance from every stirling boy, and keep her legs firmly closed at that. but good god, the lot of them were like some sort of forbidden fruit in the garden of eden, weren't they? all brooding and hot, with blonde hair and blue eyes and those looks that could kill.
she didn't want anything to do with them long term, they were a troublesome lot, but in the short term? it'd been nice to talk to her old friend edmund. share a couple drinks, laugh about old times. and what followed was equally fun. except, it was supposed to start and end with fun, because he was a stirling and he was trouble. but apparently, just standing downwind of edmund stirling was enough to end up in her current state: knocked the fuck up.
cove hadn't ever wanted children, or a husband for that matter. that was where she and coral differed; her sister wanted a fairy tale, and cove just couldn't see that. she wanted to travel, kiss interesting men, drink all sorts of alcohol. getting pregnant wasn't in the plan, but she extensive medical training had taught her of it's possibility. she'd been six, when her parents pulled out a diagram and explained how babies were made (an unfortunate side effect of being the daughter of doctors). coral was delighted, excited to have a litter of her own; she and reef pretended to barf in a trash can, and got swatted at and eye rolls because of it.
and yet, there she stood, leaning against a tree. by her count, she's six or so weeks along now. six or so weeks, vomiting profusely, repulsed by all foot, and every part of her body aching from the flood of hormones the infant within her is causing. she understands she can't travel like this; even once the horrid first trimester passes, she'll be in no state to care for herself. and once it comes out and she has to spend years caring for it, she can't do that on the road.
so she had three options: show up to flintlock and demand edmund help, go home and ask her parents to help, or find somewhere else to go and do it herself.
asking the sperm donor wasn't an option for her, though. she'd never been good at working with others, and coparenting somehow sounded worse than doing it on her own. besides, even if the kid hadn't necessarily been wanted, she sure as hell didn't want it tied up in the affairs of the stirlings. going to her parents would bring up more judgement and criticism than she was interested in as well, so that was also off the table.
that was what landed cove at the border, and the aforementioned leaning-tree, of los santos. she doesn't know much about them, but she isn't exactly picky. they're close, edmund doesn't live there, and her family doesn't know about them. she isn't much of a fighter, and though she doesn't know their deal, she knows she's all but a fully certified doctor, and few places had the balls to reject someone with her expertise. so she figures she'll hope for the best, and get moving if they have no interest in her.