Claire
"it's negative". Claire sighed with relief. She stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where Piers was waiting on her.
He raised an eyebrow, "really?"
"Yeah". Was all she said before smiling at him awkwardly. What should she say? What did he want her to say? Claire's mind was spinning.
She had always wanted a baby, but she didn't feel it was the right time. Claire wasn't even sure if she could have a baby with the T-Phobos virus. She could picture of herself holding a baby with her red hair and freckles. But her and Piers hadn't been together long enough for that conversation, had they?
Chris was the one that brought Claire up, she loved him for it but children need parents. How would it work if she got sent away for relief aid, or god forbid Piers got hurt in action.
"Claire? The phone?" He said softly.
She blinked at him lost in her own thoughts. She looked up to see Piers holding her phone.
"Uh, Sorry thanks", she said taking it from his hand.
Piers watched as his redhead lover paced back and forward in the room, he was surprised her feet hadn't caught fire yet. He didn't know what to say, he didn't want to upset her or offended her by saying he was secretly pleased she wasn't pregnant.
He would be the luckiest son of a bitch in the world if Claire Redfield was the mother of his children, but it wasn't the right time. Piers couldn't be in the B.S.A.A. and a father at the same time, that part of his life would need to wait.
He noticed the sudden smile that spreed across Claire's face, he was curious at what could be causing it.
"Piers, how do you feel about getting a dog?" She grinned over her shoulder.
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For the first couple of weeks in 'limbo' Claire was too angry to think straight. After a while she started to miss the simple things. Like the sun on her face, or the way it smelled after it rained.
Mostly, she was missing her freedom, seeing her friends and family. Chris..she was desperate to see him again. The room was small, and smelled of dampness. Every day she is woken in the same way – a alarm would go off, the ringing was so loud it was cause migraines.
Claire had never once seen anyone. The only reason she knew someone was definitely watching, was the small tray of food that was shoved under the door twice a day. And the voice that sometimes came from a speaker hanging from the ceiling.
During raccoon city she had Leon and Sherry to get her through it, even on Sushestvovanie island she had Moria to fight for. Now she was fighting for herself all on her own and it was scary.
Usually by this time something would have happened. Nobody had tried to kill her, nothing had tried to bite or eat her. Nothing happening was making her more nervous. But wasn't that the plan? Throw her off guard?
Long as she stayed calm and kept her wits about her she would hopefully get out of this alive.