02-09-2019, 02:25 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: black; line-height: 22px;"]☁ hayley chase had never once in her life cried over a man. perhaps it was her noncommittal attitude, or her habit of leaving them before they could leave her, but even the few times she'd been broken up with, she hadn't really cared. she'd shrug her shoulder, pick up her purse, and wave goodbye. the only time a man had made her cry was jackson, and it had nothing to do with him, but the fact that sleeping with him had gotten her pregnant, and she really, really hadn't wanted to be pregnant, though in retrospect it was the best mistake she'd ever made. it had given her hope, and her daughter was all that mattered anymore.
jackson was in the living room, playing with their daughter, and for the last half an hour, she'd been with them, no doubt looking like the happiest little family. there were problems, horrible, deep rooted ones, in the relationship. jackson loved her, but he only loved the parts of her she let him see. and she would never love him. as far as she'd ever been concerned, she was incapable of loving another human being, and while hope had flipped that on it's head, she was the exception, not the rule. jackson loved a part of her, and hayley would never love him, and that was a relationship doomed from the start. but they both chose to ignore the problems, to deal with what they had for hope's sake. to give her a mother and a father and some version of a cliche, nuclear family. something normal, or at least in the ballpark.
she was heading into the kitchen with the intention of putting a pot of water on the stove when she stumbled across the scene. ellie crying, jay consoling her. a part of her, the very female part, demanded she walk away. this was a moment, at least in her eyes, and she shouldn't disturb it. but there was another part of her, the part that was the mother of a little girl who'd one day grow up and cry over something, someone, and that part won in the end.
❝oh my god, ellie, sweetie,❞ she said, sounding like such a mother as she moved towards the blonde, arms opening in an attempt to hug her, her own eyes tearing up, no doubt a side effect of mommy-hormones, ❝you're gonna make me cry.❞ she said, having to sniffle just a bit to fight the urge. pulling out of the hug, she wiped at her eyes, clearing her throat. ❝whoever it is, they're not worth you crying those pretty eyes out.❞ she said, grabbing a napkin off the counter to wipe her eyes, and grabbing another to offer to ellie. ❝whoever it is, fuck 'em. you've got me, you've got hope, you've got jay-❞ she inclined her head to the man ❝-and the rest of us.❞ she was shit at consoling people and she knew it, especially a woman five years older than her, but hormones could do weird things to you.
jackson was in the living room, playing with their daughter, and for the last half an hour, she'd been with them, no doubt looking like the happiest little family. there were problems, horrible, deep rooted ones, in the relationship. jackson loved her, but he only loved the parts of her she let him see. and she would never love him. as far as she'd ever been concerned, she was incapable of loving another human being, and while hope had flipped that on it's head, she was the exception, not the rule. jackson loved a part of her, and hayley would never love him, and that was a relationship doomed from the start. but they both chose to ignore the problems, to deal with what they had for hope's sake. to give her a mother and a father and some version of a cliche, nuclear family. something normal, or at least in the ballpark.
she was heading into the kitchen with the intention of putting a pot of water on the stove when she stumbled across the scene. ellie crying, jay consoling her. a part of her, the very female part, demanded she walk away. this was a moment, at least in her eyes, and she shouldn't disturb it. but there was another part of her, the part that was the mother of a little girl who'd one day grow up and cry over something, someone, and that part won in the end.
❝oh my god, ellie, sweetie,❞ she said, sounding like such a mother as she moved towards the blonde, arms opening in an attempt to hug her, her own eyes tearing up, no doubt a side effect of mommy-hormones, ❝you're gonna make me cry.❞ she said, having to sniffle just a bit to fight the urge. pulling out of the hug, she wiped at her eyes, clearing her throat. ❝whoever it is, they're not worth you crying those pretty eyes out.❞ she said, grabbing a napkin off the counter to wipe her eyes, and grabbing another to offer to ellie. ❝whoever it is, fuck 'em. you've got me, you've got hope, you've got jay-❞ she inclined her head to the man ❝-and the rest of us.❞ she was shit at consoling people and she knew it, especially a woman five years older than her, but hormones could do weird things to you.
[b][i]make your girlfriend mad tight, [color=#4A272E]might seduce your dad type