Life after High School. Is It Scary? You Bet.
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: They're ours! All ours! Silver: No they aren't, Risty. Risty: Wha…? Oh damn.
Summary: You think we know? Gimme a break!
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I scowled when Damon slammed the door in my face. But I had no choice. I swung myself back up onto Winsome's back and set off on a slow canter. I was only about fifty meters away from the inn when I felt the first stomach pain. I groaned and forced myself on. But it just got worse. The next thing I knew I was lying on the ground in a crumpled heap, groaning at the pain in my stomach. I clutched my abdomen and cried.
"JAMIE!" I heard Emma's yell. She had seen me fall. I saw her race out of the inn, ill as she was and run towards me at full pelt. Damon tried to stop her and forcefully pushed her back. But she struggled and made her way toward me.
"Jamie, oh my god, Jamie, talk to me…" she said. I was close to unconsciousness.
"Emma…get help…I feel…sick…" I fell unconscious.
I woke up in a room in the tavern. Emma was sponging my head and trying not to cry. She saw my eyes open. "Oh Jamie…you're awake. Thank Valor."
I took her hand. "Emma. What was wrong with me?"
Emma tried not to cry. "You almost killed yourself. You didn't eat before you came to find me. You almost killed your child."
"I…I what?" I asked, completely shocked. "How long have I been out?"
"A week. Frodo has been notified. He came yesterday. He's very worried."
"Where is he? Where is my husband?" I was nearly hysterical.
"I'm here, love, don't worry. You're fine."
Frodo walked in the door, followed by Billee and Legolas, who must have come with him. I began to cry.
"I so sorry Frodo, I didn't mean it. I forgot all about eating…"
"Shh. It's all right now." Said Frodo, cradling my crying form in his arms.
Billee and Legolas were looking worried. Emma took them outside, so that Frodo and I could have time alone.
"Didn't I tell you, fast galloping would be to strenuous?"
"Yes. I'm sorry. I should have listened to you."
"You know, I find that funny, because you hardly listen to anyone."
"Smart ass. Am I going to be okay?"
"Well, I hope so…since we're alone right now…should we think of names?"
"You know, I was thinking the same thing."
We spent the rest of the afternoon, thinking of names for our child.
We came up with 'Arianwen' if it was a girl and 'Alwyn' if it was a boy.
After dinner, Emma came back up and we talked about things. About the names Frodo and I had chosen and then I finally got up enough courage to ask her.
"Emma, I was going to ask you that night we had that cat-fight…"
"Ask me what?"
"Would you be the god mother and an aunt to this child?"
Emma looked speechless. I wondered what her answer would be…
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: They're ours! All ours! Silver: No they aren't, Risty. Risty: Wha…? Oh damn.
Summary: You think we know? Gimme a break!
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I scowled when Damon slammed the door in my face. But I had no choice. I swung myself back up onto Winsome's back and set off on a slow canter. I was only about fifty meters away from the inn when I felt the first stomach pain. I groaned and forced myself on. But it just got worse. The next thing I knew I was lying on the ground in a crumpled heap, groaning at the pain in my stomach. I clutched my abdomen and cried.
"JAMIE!" I heard Emma's yell. She had seen me fall. I saw her race out of the inn, ill as she was and run towards me at full pelt. Damon tried to stop her and forcefully pushed her back. But she struggled and made her way toward me.
"Jamie, oh my god, Jamie, talk to me…" she said. I was close to unconsciousness.
"Emma…get help…I feel…sick…" I fell unconscious.
I woke up in a room in the tavern. Emma was sponging my head and trying not to cry. She saw my eyes open. "Oh Jamie…you're awake. Thank Valor."
I took her hand. "Emma. What was wrong with me?"
Emma tried not to cry. "You almost killed yourself. You didn't eat before you came to find me. You almost killed your child."
"I…I what?" I asked, completely shocked. "How long have I been out?"
"A week. Frodo has been notified. He came yesterday. He's very worried."
"Where is he? Where is my husband?" I was nearly hysterical.
"I'm here, love, don't worry. You're fine."
Frodo walked in the door, followed by Billee and Legolas, who must have come with him. I began to cry.
"I so sorry Frodo, I didn't mean it. I forgot all about eating…"
"Shh. It's all right now." Said Frodo, cradling my crying form in his arms.
Billee and Legolas were looking worried. Emma took them outside, so that Frodo and I could have time alone.
"Didn't I tell you, fast galloping would be to strenuous?"
"Yes. I'm sorry. I should have listened to you."
"You know, I find that funny, because you hardly listen to anyone."
"Smart ass. Am I going to be okay?"
"Well, I hope so…since we're alone right now…should we think of names?"
"You know, I was thinking the same thing."
We spent the rest of the afternoon, thinking of names for our child.
We came up with 'Arianwen' if it was a girl and 'Alwyn' if it was a boy.
After dinner, Emma came back up and we talked about things. About the names Frodo and I had chosen and then I finally got up enough courage to ask her.
"Emma, I was going to ask you that night we had that cat-fight…"
"Ask me what?"
"Would you be the god mother and an aunt to this child?"
Emma looked speechless. I wondered what her answer would be…
