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There's a Lyssa. She's pacing backwards and forwards. Doesn't help she can't sleep. Even more so it's full moon. But she's not behaving as she usually would. If she was she'd be drugged and unconscious by now in bed fast asleep. Getting away from the worst of the lunar effects. She felt sick, the pacing wasn't the only cause it was waiting on the pregnancy test she'd left in the bathroom. She'd just walked out and kept going, until she'd reached the waterfront. That was where she was pacing now. Not a doubt that she was being picked up and watched not only by the normal security but anyone that she knew would have hacked access to the system. She paused briefly to consider if Owen found it before she got back and tried to ring. She started to move again before she pulled the phone from her pocket and launched it into the bay.

She didn't know what she wanted to do. If it was true then everything could change. Owen had said he wouldn't leave her but didn't mean she couldn't leave him. Who was she kidding with that? Away from him now she wouldn't be happy. She of course had other options, but it came back to it was his too, he should at least get to say something before any decisions were made.

Lyssa stopped again. She should go home. But she just stayed on the spot where she'd stopped. It was a joke, she was just winding Owen up, she would have told him, but Jack's words. She swore under her breath in all the languages that she could about Jack putting it in her mind that the sudden change of heart meant something. She stumbled to the nearest bench and sat down. Looking up at the few stars over head. Knowing that if her mother knew what was going on now she'd be amused by her daughters behaviour. Lyssa shook her head and pulled out her phone staring at the clock on it, watching the seconds going past.

After she'd seen enough of them go by and she was feeling a little more composed did she head home. Being as quiet as she could she slipped off her shoes as she closed the door. If Owen was in she didn't want to draw attention to herself just then. She headed right for the bathroom. She took a breath and checked. It was a moment of holding her breath before she gave a little slightly surprised squeal of delight. The sick feeling had gone. She squealed again. Jack was wrong. She even did an odd little jumping dance on the spot. She now just had to find Owen. Before that she had to find her phone to see where he was.

Date: 2010-07-27 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Honey, I'm home."

He rolled his eyes as he came through the door to his flat. "Got ice cream. And frozen pizza." He shook his head and headed into the kitchen. If she was pregnant, then she'd want munchie food. No pregnant woman resisted fat food.

Date: 2010-07-27 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Oh, hey..." She ran from the bathroom, half written text message on the phone abandoned by the sound of his voice.

"You gonna cook that pizza or dare to risk me cooking it?" She was stalling of couse, but being overly cheery and grinning. She was just about keeping up with drawing it all out a little longer.

Date: 2010-07-27 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Of course I'm going to bloody cook it." He gave her a look, a combination of confusion and half a smile. "I want to be able to have some when we're done."

He motioned around the flat. "How's things? How's the fish?"

Date: 2010-07-27 10:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The confusion amused her, it was what she wanted. "I'm not going to let that comment get to me. I know, I have burned the pizza far to many times but I do not care anymore." She smirked.

"Things are good. Fish are still alive." She rocked on her heels watching him grinning. "Oh for heavens sake, just ask me."

Date: 2010-07-27 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Pizza." He refused to ask her. "Good pizza, it needs a connoisseur to cook it. And I am the pizza connoisseur in the family. At least when it comes to making it. See... They have these things called a timer...""

He looked at her, his smile widening. "Just tell me."

Date: 2010-07-27 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Ha ha..." she said rolling her eyes at him. "Can't help it if I do use the stupid timer and I get distracted. Not like you don't ever get distracted do you, hmm?"

Lyssa shook her head then suddenly moved to pull him into a tight hug. So she could whisper to him. "We're not gonna, i mean I'm not. And I'm happy about it." She kissed his cheek waiting on his reaction.

((Last one, off to bed now catch up in the morning :))

Date: 2010-07-27 11:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Owen smiled and moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her. She was so beautiful. Sometimes, he would look at her and get distracted, totally forgetting that she was talking. He blinked a few times and tried to focus.

"You... You're not?" He stared down at her, pizza long since forgotten. "And... You're okay with it?" He smiled, but he didn't want her mad at him. "You sure?"

Date: 2010-07-28 08:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She moved so her arms were to around his neck so she could mess about with his hair as she talked. Odd little habit to have but it was just like some of his. When she realised he was back with her and actually talking to her she smiled.

"Yeah." She let out a long breath, "I didn't think I'd be this okay with it. But I am." Lyssa gave him a big smile. "It'll happen when it does. When we're both ready." She put her head on his shoulder. "Just took me a while to realise it. I'm sorry." She said a little quieter.


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