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[size=11pt]Ic: Naomi, only being raised with an older brother, always lived a more secluded life and honestly preferred to keep things a bit more quiet. As she always said, she was 'antisocial'. She smiled at Angel before taking his hand and leading him upstairs. Of course, in a building like this, there were a few empty rooms. What would you expect? She closed the door behind the two, the music still quite easily heard. "You probably think I'm crazy for doing this." She smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist and looking into his eyes. 'Actually, you know I'm crazy..." She still had her arms around his waist and slowly swayed to the music, placing another kiss on Angel.[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: She giggled at Angel's response, running her hand through his soft hair. "I love you," She sighed, "So much..." She wrapped her arms around him tightly now, looking into his eyes. "I'd do anything with you." She had taken off her heels because honestly she found no use for them. They were thrown in the corner of her room next to the bag, her eyes glowing in the dim light.[/size]
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[color=#befff1][size=11pt]Ooc: Would you like to skip in a moment? If so where to?[/size]
[size=11pt]Ic: Naomi smiled a bit before kissing him back once again. "So... What to do now...?" She asked with a smile, her eyes still shining. "We do have all night." She took off her leather jacket because she felt a bit warm, wrapping it around Angel's shoulders as if it were some type of cape. She smiled a bit before pulling away and sitting on the sofa. "I could go for another drink right now." She said casually, her arms crossed as she sat back.[/size]
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[color=#befff1][size=11pt]Ooc: Alright, should we do a few weeks later then? 
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[size=11pt]Ic: Naomi smiled and kissed him on the cheek, sitting on his lap. The music started getting loud once again and seemed as if it were pounding on the doors itself. "Yes, yes we do." She couldn't help but laugh at Angel a little bit. "Yeah, well, I just thought I'd return the favor."[/size]
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[color=#befff1][size=11pt]Ooc: Okay I'll skip now then (Sorry the last few posts were so boring from me!)[/size]
[size=11pt]Ic: "I thought you would like me to, yes." She smiled, kissing him back. 'And oh? You really think I'm that pretty, huh?" Perhaps being at a party wasn't so bad after all. She ran her fingers through his hair and felt all her thoughts wash away.
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5 weeks. It had been 5 weeks since that party. Naomi was crouched over the toilet bowl, feeling sick all over. Why? She had no idea herself. All she knew was that it appeared this morning, and the next thing she knew she was vomiting in the bathroom. She clutched her stomach, another wave of pain going through her. She sat back after a moment, taking a second to breathe. "An...gel?" She moaned in between breaths.[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: Naomi reluctantly pulled her hand back from Angel. "What does it look like?" She snapped in between breaths, "Er, sorry, I didn't mean… To snap at you. I'm just frustrated, that's all." She kept herself at least a foot away from Angel. "I'd stay back if I were you. I still don't know if it's food poisoning or a virus." She let her other hand off her stomach for a moment, the pain starting to ease. But of course, she was hit with another wave if pain as she bent over the toilet again, and, vomited.[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: She sat back once more, hoping that now she was finally done vomiting for sure. She couldn't help but feel bad for snapping at Angel, but she was too nauseous to be dealt with at the moment. "I guess… I guess I should." She sighed, slowly and shakily getting off the ground. "Perhaps I should just go this afternoon…?"[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: Naomi nodded lightly, fully standing up now. She rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash before leaning on the wall. "My stomach really hurts." She sighed, 'I-I'm just gonna lay down for a bit, okay?" She smiled at Angel for a moment, her deep blue eyes seeming a bit more duller than usual. She walked upstairs to her bedroom, laying down on her bed. "Ugh, since when did I get so sick?" She mumbled to herself. She ran her hand over her stomach as the pain began to calm down again. Her stomach seemed to bulge out a bit, but to Naomi it just seemed 'bloated'. She would have never really noticed the weight gain either, because on an average day she'd just wear a baggy tshirt with a flannel, along with some black skinny jeans.[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: She nodded as she watched Angel go before she had headed upstairs. As she lay on her bed, she paused before running her hand over her stomach again. "Wait..." She mumbled, sitting up slightly. She looked down at her stomach, freezing up a moment. It was obvious what she was thinking, but quickly she shook the thought off. "Yeah, like that's possible." She laughed lightly.
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[size=11pt]Ic: Naomi walked downstairs to be greeted by her German Shepherd, Knight. He ran up to her bouncing up and down. "Sorry bud, I'm a bit too sick to play today." She smiled weakly as she patted him on the head, walking into the garage to feed him. She used to live here with her 23 year old brother, but since then he's been at college for the last two years. She was getting ready to move out though, where she could hopefully move into a new house that her and Angel were talking about. As for now, she was a painter and usually did murals for people's bedrooms. It actually pays surprisingly well. She got ready as the time got closer to the appointment she scheduled, to which she pulled out her phone after a bit. "I'll be heading off for my appointment soon. I'll tell you how it goes afterwards, okay?" She texted Angel.[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: Naomi looked at the text before heading out the door, putting Knight in the backyard beforehand. She got in the car carefully as she still felt a bit sick throughout the day. She pulled out of the driveway and made a short drive to the hospital, where she got out quite quickly.
"Ms. Quill?" A nurse confirmed, her curly chestnut hair bouncing as she led Naomi to a room. "A doctor will be with you shortly." Naomi hated hospitals, to say the least. They've always brought back... Rather unhappy thoughts to her head. It was just as she felt sickness rise from her nervousness when she heard the door click open.[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: "Hello." Naomi was a bit surprised to be greeted with a younger woman, probably only just in her late 20s. She had freshly curled smooth brown hair, and stunning green eyes that hid behind a pair of glasses. "You must be Naomi? My name is Mrs. Foster." She shook Naomi's hand before sitting in a cushioned stool. "So, what have you come for today?"
"Well," Naomi began, "I think it's probably just a stomach virus, but I woke up this morning with a horrible stomach pain and ended up being sick all day. I only feel nauseous now, but I vomited all this morning." The doctor nodded.
"Anything else?"
"Well, nothing too unusual. I mean, I was late but that just happens when I'm sick." Mrs. Foster looked at Naomi for a second before writing something down.
"Naomi... Is there any chance you may be pregnant?"[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: Naomi just froze in her seat. No. No no no that can't be it. "I doubt that would be possible." Was all she could say. Despite the complete havoc going on in her head, she still managed to keep her voice calm.
"I'm sorry, it's just that the symptoms seemed like early stages of pregnancy." Mrs. Foster corrected herself, "How about we take a few tests then?" Naomi nodded, forcing herself not to panic. Just take a deep breath. When the results come back you'll see you're not pregnant, okay?
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Each second felt like an hour as she sat there on the bench like a statue. And that's when the door clicked open. Naomi felt as if she could rip her hair out; or do anything with the panicked state she was in. "Alright, Naomi..." Mrs. Foster began, looking at her sheet of paper. "Your results show no sickness whatsoever, you're completely healthy." She let out a sigh of relief. Looks like she wouldn't be contagious at all. But wait, does that mean...?!
"Naomi, you are pregnant."[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: Naomi wanted to curl up into a ball right then and there. "Oh, I am?" She asked, attempting to sound interested. A baby...? I'm actually pregnant...? But, why at a time like this? I can't be a parent! And Angel will- Oh god, Angel! Naomi's heart stopped when she realized it. Angel was obviously the father of this baby; and he shouldn't have been. He didn't deserve to go through something like this. "Naomi, are you alright? Do you want to go through with this pregnancy?" Mrs. Foster snapped her back into reality.
"Wha- Oh, yes. Well, I mean I couldn't just terminate the baby!" Naomi blurted out. It even surprised herself. She wasn't ready to be a parent, was she?
'Would you like to see the baby? By the looks of it you're already 6 weeks." 6 weeks. It was that long, huh? Already more than a month. She nodded slowly. "Alright, I'll get things set up then." Naomi watched as she was led to a different room, fit with a monitor and everything. 'Now if you could lay here..." The doctor said, and Naomi did as she was told. But when the screen turned on, even more shock spread through her. "Naomi, it appears you're having twins."[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ooc: By the way I know I said twins but soon it'll turn out to be triplets. Also, I promise to speed things up so they can RP together again![/size]
[size=11pt]Ic: "Twins?!" She gasped. So this was it then... Not just one baby, but two. And neither one of them was expected. Angel will kill me... I'm so sorry... It was then they went over a few other things. Naomi never exactly finalized anything because she still wasn't sure about the baby. Or, babies to be exact. But then again, you can't exactly terminate two babies, can you? When she was finally able to leave after almost two hours, she practically ran out of the building. "I'm out of the appointment finally." She texted Angel, [color=limegreen]"...Do you think we could talk tomorrow? It's kind of important. No, really important." [/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: It was the next morning when Naomi got up more reluctantly. As she got ready for the day, she frowned the second she put on the tight fitting shirt; all she could see was the bump. It may have been unnoticeable to everyone, but to her... To her it already seemed huge. She was already 6 weeks with twins, and now she had to tell everyone; her family, but mostly, Angel. She looked in the mirror one last time before jerking her head away. She went downstairs to feed Knight as usual, then carried on to text Angel once again. But this time, she stopped herself. What if it's better he doesn't know...? Suddenly her thoughts started to take a different turn. He doesn't deserve to be a father... But what am I supposed to do? I was a idiot, and now look where this took me. Naomi was always one to hate herself. Always making stupid decisions, always embarrassing herself, and to her, she was just worthless. She back up a few steps and leaned on the couch, looking down at her stomach. "What am I doing?" She whispered, tears suddenly spilling down her cheeks. This was a long road ahead, and she had no idea where to go.[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: Naomi now found herself curled into a ball before she finally got a hold of her phone again. "We need to talk" was all she managed to write before throwing her phone next to her, not wanting to type anymore. The message had sent. This was it. Naomi was going to tell him. She softly patted Knight on the head as he came panting up to her, but once again she wasn't in the mood to play. She wiped the tears from her cheeks but they just seemed to keep spilling out.[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: As usual, Knight jumped up and ran to the door barking, eager to see who it was. But Naomi took a bit longer this time, reluctant for what was about to happen. What am I even supposed to say? She begged silently. She paused in front of the door where the german shepherd sat. Sighing, she wiped the tears from her cheeks, braced herself, and opened the door.
"Angel... We... We need to talk."[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: Naomi shook her head before quickly making an escape to the couch. She didn't feel like she had the strength to stand up any longer. Of course, she waited for Angel to sit down before she even thought of opening her mouth. "Angel, it's not about you... Well, I mean it is, but..." Naomi had no idea where she was going with this. Her voice came out shakily. "I still don't know how to say it myself. I... I..." Just say it. Just say it. She felt like everything around her was crumbling down. "I don't think this relationship can work out." She nearly covered her mouth after blurting out the words. Shocked at herself, she looked up at Angel with wide, terrified eyes.[/size]
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[size=11pt]Ic: Naomi shook her head quickly, tears spilling from her cheeks. "It just can't work out. It won't work out!" Naomi sobbed, looking into his eyes. "You just... You just need to go. I need to go. Please. It's... It's for your own good Angel." Naomi went to start walking away from Angel, but she knew he was just going to stop her anyways. She took one step forward, then braced herself for what he had to say next.[/size]
