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May 12, 2006 9:43:03 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 9:43:03 GMT -5
The kids had ketchup smeared across their faces, and Mortimer - acting almost on instinct - began wiping their faces with a napkin. St. John may be dashing and handsome, but I'm better with the kids - she'll have to pick me over him...don't be so stupid, she'll just have you babysit them while she goes off with him...
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May 12, 2006 9:47:05 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 9:47:05 GMT -5
Wanda tried not to laugh as the boys protested gettin their faces wipped. It turned out not to be so hard as her brother picked that exact moment to kick her shin. Hard.
"Quit spacing out," Pietro hissed in Romanii at her. "You haven't been this spacy since-"
"Before I told you I was pregnant?" she offered in the same language, growling as she rubbed her shin. "Did you really have to kick me?"
"Yes!"
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Quiet
May 12, 2006 11:47:47 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 11:47:47 GMT -5
He glanced at Pietro and Wanda, but decided to ignore them. Thomas and Michael finished their hamburgers and started eating the potato chips that Wanda had put on their plates. Michael offered one to Mortimer. "Wanna chip?" "Sure. You know, where I come from, we call chips crisps." Thomas laughed. "You talk to funny, Morrimer."
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Quiet
May 12, 2006 13:24:09 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 13:24:09 GMT -5
Wanda could feel Pietro staring silently at her, knowing exactly what he was implying.
"We'll talk about this later," she hissed, slipping back into English accidently. She really didn't want her kids to hear this, but English was more familiar to her. "And while we're at, we can talk about how much of a whore you are as well. All those kids you don't know about..."
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May 12, 2006 13:33:32 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 13:33:32 GMT -5
"Morrimer, what's a whore?" "That's a very naughty word and you musn't say it," he said quickly. "But Mommy just said it!" Mortimer looked at Wanda, then back at the twins. "I think she should get a time-out, then."
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Quiet
May 12, 2006 14:44:42 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 14:44:42 GMT -5
Wanda rolled her eyes and stood up. "If my dearest brother and father can call me a whore in front of my children, I can sure as hell call them that," she snapped angrily. Grabbing her dirty dishes, she slammed them into the sink, ignoring the fact that the glass shattered all over her hands.
Michael carefully slipped from his seat, running over to her and grabbing her around one leg. His tiny fists gripped her jeans, smeering ketchup on the dark denim and pressing his face against the side of her knee. "Don't be mad, Mommy."
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Quiet
May 12, 2006 15:04:19 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 15:04:19 GMT -5
Thomas turned and glared darkly at Mortimer. "You made Mommy upset," he said, before sliding down from his booster seat and rushing to hug Wanda's other leg. Mortimer slouched as he picked up the rest of the dishes and began cleaning up. Well, you've gone and fucked everything up, didn't you?
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May 12, 2006 15:09:17 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 15:09:17 GMT -5
Wanda carefully bent and pryed them off of her legs, scooping them up and holding one on each hip. She winced slightly as Michael's weight was supported by her sore arm.
Fighting back her emotions to keep from destroying the house, she headed towards the bathroom and setting a twin on each side of the sink. "Let's get you cleaned up," she murmured softly, running water over a washcloth.
Honestly, she hadn't meant to explode like that. And it really wasn't Mortimer's fault. It just made her upset when Pietro implied things like that, despite his own behaviors.
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May 12, 2006 15:11:32 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 15:11:32 GMT -5
Mortimer finished cleaning up and left. Stupid, stupid, stupid...He sat down on the front porch and lit a cigarette, staring out at the setting sun. This only proves that I'm no good for her.
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May 12, 2006 15:15:10 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 15:15:10 GMT -5
Wanda carefully cleaned off the twins and then helped them brush their teeth, kissing them each on the forehead once.
"Do you want to go get into your pajamas?" she asked softly, setting them down on the floor. They nodded slightly and ran off to get changed. Wanda sighed and followed a little ways before sitting on the top of the stairs, waiting for them to come back.
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May 12, 2006 15:18:38 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 15:18:38 GMT -5
He could hear the kids scampering around in their feety pajamas. He took another drag of his cigarette. But would she ever have wanted to be with me? No, and with good reason. She's the most beautiful woman I know, and I'm just a stupid, slimey, toad...
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May 12, 2006 15:22:53 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 15:22:53 GMT -5
Wanda smiled softly as the twins came running back, clinging tightly to her neck. Standing, she held each one on a hip and started back downstairs, towards the living room. Sitting down on the couch, she turned on the TV and set the twins down, flipping through the channels until she stopped on some random children's movie. The twins curled up on her lap, watching the television with a tired interest.
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May 12, 2006 15:25:55 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 15:25:55 GMT -5
He could her them in the living room and stood up. God, I need a drink...He walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of scotch out of the cupboard. He took a glass and filled it with ice cubes, then poured himself a drink. I shouldn't be drinking, not after last night. He vaguely remembered puking in the bathroom, but didn't care. He took a long drink, then another drag of his cigarette.
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May 12, 2006 15:28:11 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 15:28:11 GMT -5
When she was sure the twins were asleep, she turned towards the news. Leaning back against the arm of the couch, she readjusted the sleeping boys so that she was comfortable as well as them.
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May 12, 2006 15:33:46 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 15:33:46 GMT -5
He could hear the news starting up. He topped off his drink before putting the bottle away and returning to the front porch. He was feeling slightly better, but he knew it was only the alcohol.
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May 12, 2006 15:36:07 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 15:36:07 GMT -5
Her eyes fell closed and she drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the long day. Even asleep, she held tight to the twins, as if they were lifeline.
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May 12, 2006 15:39:42 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 15:39:42 GMT -5
"What makes you think you stand a chance with her?" Mortimer looked up. St. John was on the porch beside him, leaning against the railing. "Why on earth would she want to have anything to do with you?" Mortimer shrugged and took another drink. "Maybe if I love her enough - " St. John laughed.
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May 12, 2006 15:43:24 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 15:43:24 GMT -5
Wanda shifted and cracked an eye open when a blanket settled over her, watching a blur that was her brother leaving the room. Sighing softly, she brushed Thomas's hair out of his face while debating with herself whether or not to bring them up to bed. On one hand, they probably shouldn't be sleeping on the sofa; on the other, she was too exhausted to even pick them up again and her arm was killing her.
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May 12, 2006 18:47:45 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 18:47:45 GMT -5
Mortimer took another drink and hung his head. "You're a fucking loser, you do know that, right?" "Go away," muttered Mortimer, "just go away." St. John took a few steps away from him, making no real move to leave the porch.
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May 12, 2006 18:52:17 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 18:52:17 GMT -5
Wanda carefully slipped off the couch and stood, shaking her head a little to wake herself up as she walked towards the kitchen. Finding the bottle of painkillers the doctor had prescribed, she took a couple and rubbed her arm again, wandering back towards the living room in time to see a segment on Sentinels.
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May 12, 2006 19:02:02 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 19:02:02 GMT -5
Mortimer could hear the TV faintly. He finished his drink and stood up, walking into the kitchen in search of more scotch. I shouldn't be drinking, I'm just going to wind up doing something stupid...oh hell, I do enough stupid shit when I'm sober...He stared down at the glass he'd just filled, then took a swig. He headed back out to the porch, this time bringing the bottle with him. He glanced in at Wanda. What more can I do to earn your love? Oh who am I kidding, I don't deserve it. He sat down on the porch again. St. John looked at him. "Planning on repeating last night's faux pas?" "How does everyone fucking know about that?" "Maybe you should shut the door. Not everyone wants to hear you vomiting at three a.m." Oh thank God he doesn't know about me and Wanda...
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May 12, 2006 19:07:49 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 19:07:49 GMT -5
Wanda sighed as the segment rolled to an end, punching the power button on the TV. Growling fustrated, she searched for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, lighting a slightly bent cigarette and walking out onto the porch. She needed to let off stress, and perferibly not in front of her children. Sighing slightly when she saw them, she moved to the other end of the porch and sat on the railing.
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May 12, 2006 19:13:44 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 19:13:44 GMT -5
Like she'd want to be anywhere near me...unless she was using me, of course...God, I'd give anything for her embrace... Mortimer stared at Wanda and put out his cigarette. He finished his drink and stood up slowly. He started moving towards her, not really sure what he wanted or even what he was doing. He stopped beside her. He had no idea what to say, so he said the first thing that came to mind. "You're not a whore, and I love you." He hugged her, wrapping his arms around her clumsily. "I love you so much."
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May 12, 2006 19:18:43 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 19:18:43 GMT -5
Wanda didn't move, not really feeling any better or any worse. She just stared at the smoke curling off the end of her own cigarette. Sighing softly, she took a long drag on the cigarette, trying not to think.
"I am a whore. That's what it's called when you sleep around for something," she answered after a bit. Probably genetic, too. The way Pietro and Magneto act.
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May 12, 2006 19:21:21 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 19:21:21 GMT -5
He hugged her tighter, unaware of just how tight he was holding her. "No you aren't," he said, closing his eyes and leaning his head against her shoulder. "I love you so much, Wanda, just give me a chance."
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