Author stuff: Sorry about the little break. I'm back on the morning shift at work, but I'm starting to have a little more time as we're getting into what we in the hotel business call the "Slow Season." (Honestly, that just might be my work because we're surrounded by business buildings and we're about 30 miles away from Chicago. Hurk.)
I'm writing several things, on top of posting my Jlaire Week stuff and a few one-shots on here. The few who follow me on my writing blog on tumblr (icy-writes) kind of get sneak peaks as far as the stories go. Anyone who follows me on my normal blog (icyandthefrostbites) gets dumped with trash. It's my trashblog. (Tons of fandom, animals, politics, and other such nonsense.) If you have any questions or anything, hit me up on either one of those. I usually respond within four hours max.
ANYWAY!
I could decide if I wanted to write sad or happy, so there's going to be two parts for this. So, you all get two for the price of none. Because this is fanfic. It's free.
Sad is first.
Day 5 - Flour
Roll with the Punches, Pt. 1
Their room was quiet. He would have said it was suspiciously quiet, but he didn't want to think that way. He didn't want to think about the possibility that she left him like his dad had. Or that she was taken from him again.
The knife was already twisting painfully in his gut when he couldn't hear her. He could smell her, though. She was all around.
"Claire," he said, tentatively. Trying to place her in the one room she was so very clearly evident in.
A half sob, half gasp came from the other side of their bed. There was scuttling too.
He poked his head around and saw her curled up in a ball, looking as though she was trying to melt into the floor.
"Hey, hey, hey," he said, vaulting over the mattress and landing softly in front of her. She shrunk down even more. "It's okay. It's just me."
That… That only made it worse.
"Claire…"
"I'm sorry," she said. "I was so sure but it… I…Jim…"
She held up a little white and pink stick that smelled of urine. A pregnancy test. A negative pregnancy test.
"Claire," he said, pulling her into him. "It's okay. We weren't sure. We couldn't know for certain. Hey, shh…"
She gave a great sob into his chest.
"We always knew I'd be a bad parent. I can't even take care of a bag of flour, remember?"
She made a sound that sounded like a choking laugh.
"I…" she said, "I remember."
"We'll be okay. We'll be fine. We… We'll just adopt a bunch of gnomes, how does that sound, hm?"
"Terrible."