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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Oct 28, 2015 3:57:15 GMT
Tapping his fingers on the armrest of the chair he had seated himself in, just inside the women’s dressing room, Aiden glanced down the row of dressing rooms waiting for his daughter to come out and show off her next “outfit”. He had already gotten a few looks from women coming and going from the dressing room but after twelve years of being the single parent to a girl had gotten him way past feeling awkward in situations like this. Adjusting the watch on his wrist he checked the time, they had to be back at his parent’s house by five seeing that he promised his mother that he and Lena would be there for dinner. It was only five till eleven though, but it felt like they had been shopping a lot longer than a little under an hour. Honestly after a while everything started to look the same as the last five pieces of clothing she had tried on… being an FBI agent hadn’t helped him at all in the women’s fashion department.
Aiden’s head snapped up as a door opened and out came Lena. One look was all he needed at the outfit to know she was never wearing that out anywhere, let alone to school. He waited until she was at the mirror, already looking at herself at different angles before he started shaking his head. The neckline of her shirt came entirely too far down, and though she had yet to go through puberty she was definitely beginning to acquire certain feminine assets… And don’t even get him started on the shorts. They barely even touched her thighs. Honestly he thought she sometimes chose things just to see if it would give him a heart attack.
”No, absolutely not. Neither of those is appropriate for school. I swear sometimes you make me want to put a chastity belt on you and send you away to a convent or something.” Aiden said standing and walking over to her. He was kidding of course, he could never send her away. She kept him grounded, she had always been his ‘no work zone’. Around her he put away his job and focused solely on being the best parent he could… even if he was doing it alone. He had signed up for it when he had agreed to be her guardian should anything have happened to her parents. Of course he hadn’t actually expected something to happen… But life has a habit of working in mysterious ways.
Standing behind her he pulled the back of her shirt back until the neckline was a relatively safe distance from her chest, halfway between her chin and chest to be exact, and smiled at her in the mirror. ”There, now that is an example of what is school appropriate. Do I need to take a picture so you can look back at it as a reminder?” Aiden grinned broader at the idea. He even began to take out his phone, but a woman walked in as he was about to and thought better of it. He gave her a look and let go of the shirt, which promptly fell back to its normal position. The woman gave him another glance before walking back to an open dressing stall. Aiden shook his head and turned back to Lena. ”No matter how many times I go shopping with you, I always manage to get looks that say they think I’m up to no good.” He said grinning. He had once had a woman call the police on him thinking he was a pedophile. When the officer got there he had laughed, knowing Aiden and Lena personally and told the woman what Aiden had already told her five times before, that he was Lena’s father. He had even shown her his FBI badge but the woman had thought it was a fake. Women. Couldn’t live with them and couldn’t live without them.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Oct 28, 2015 21:29:44 GMT
"But it's fine!" Lena insisted, letting out one of those dramatic, girly sighs as her father told her no and insisted on showing her what an appropriate shirt looked like. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him and have him "the look." It was the typical teen look. The one that said "Oh my god dad, stop embarrassing me and ruining my life." Of course, she wouldn't say this out loud though. Of course she knew his over protectiveness was doing anything but ruin her life. Aiden was everything to Lena.
From the moment she was dropped in his lap at three years old, Aiden had done everything for her. He provided for her, clothed her, cared for her, and loved her unconditionally. He'd even taken that extra step and adopted her, that piece of paper solidifying their bond and making it legal. In all honesty, he was the only father she had ever known. Of course she still thought about the parents she had lost, but she hardly knew them. Having been so young, she remembered only the faintest of details about their life together. It really wasn't much. All of her memories about growing up revolved around Aiden and she wouldn't have it any other way. Sometimes she felt guilty for thinking that, but she loved her father more than anything. If life hadn't happened the way it had, Aiden would have been an uncle that she saw a few times a year. She just couldn't fathom that.
Though Lena would never tell Aiden this, there was one thing she always sort of felt like she was missing out on: having a mother. Oh, he definitely tried to fill both roles and he did a great job of it, but Lena still felt that hole there. Perhaps that was why she'd gotten herself into trouble in her last school and why she'd acted out enough that her father felt the need to move her back to his home town. She didn't exactly have a female role model. Sure, she had her grandmother, but that was different. What Lena needed was a mother, whether she realized it or was willing to admit it or not.
She hardly paid any attention to the looks her father received and honestly never really had. "God, you're so old and uncool. What do you have against skin? Everyone has skin! Crystal says a girl should show off what she has because a nice pair of boobs will get you anything." Crystal had been one of Lena's friends at her old school and hadn't exactly been the best influence. As a matter of fact, whenever Lena got into trouble, Crystal was usually involved.
Of course Lydia knew what she should have been shopping for. With only a month left to go, it was time to crack down and get a crib. She didn't expect a baby shower, honestly and she knew full well that Marc made it difficult for her friends to get close. She was honestly just tired, but getting out of her sticky relationship with Marc was easier said than done. Sure, she had some things for the baby, but it was mostly clothes. Even Lydia knew the reason why she hadn't gone out to get everything she needed. The less she had, the easier it would be to up and leave Marc... if she ever worked up the courage to do it.
There was no love there. She'd known that from the very beginning and would fully admit that she'd started seeing Marc to get her mind off of the one that got away. She'd wanted to break things off months ago, but he didn't exactly make it easy. At all. When she'd mentioned that it might be best for them to go their separate ways, he'd shoved her into the wall and punched a hole in it, right beside her head, telling her that there was no way she was leaving, especially when she was carrying his baby. The cruel irony was that the baby wasn't even his. Lydia's pregnancy had started shortly before she even started seeing Marc and, though she sort of had already known, she hadn't actually taken the test until after she'd already been with Marc. When she did take the test though, Marc had found it in the trash can and jumped to the conclusion that it was his baby. He wouldn't give her the chance to tell him otherwise and after a while, she was just too afraid to. Who knew what he would do if he found out the baby wasn't his? Lydia liked her face the way it was, but she also feared that he would hurt the baby.
Rubbing her upper arm, she could feel the soreness of her latest bruise, hidden by her shirt. There were others too... a few hidden under her bracelets on her wrist, a few more hidden by her clothing. There was even one visible on her arm, but it was healing now and she'd just told people that she bumped into something. There was no way in hell she was going to admit that she was being abused by her boyfriend. For one, she was embarrassed by it. Two, she was scared of what he might do if she did tell someone.
She'd tried getting in touch with Aiden. He had the right to know that he was going to be a father and it wasn't her intention to keep it from him, but the moment Marc found out that she'd been trying to contact an ex boyfriend, he flipped out on her. The man was possessive, jealous, controlling, abusive... there was no way in hell she wanted her baby anywhere near him, but how was she going to escape him? She couldn't exactly change her name and just leave town... though she had considered it. There was just too much holding her there.
Walking through the mall, she was already carrying a bag from Carter's. They might have been a little on the pricy side, but she hadn't been able to resist a few of the onesies they were selling. Figuring she might as well look to see if she could find a nursing bra or two, Lydia entered one of her favorite stores and started poking around the maternity clothes and lingerie. They didn't exactly have a wide selection of nursing bras, that was for sure.
She was just giving up and about to leave when she heard the sound of two voices that sounded all too familiar to her, drifting out from the dressing rooms. Pausing for a moment, her heart started to pound and her world flipped upside-down. She hadn't seen Aiden since the night they'd shared after his parents' anniversary party, when they'd...
Running a hand over her stomach, Lydia was most definitely pregnant. At eight months, there was just no hiding it. For a moment, she debated on leaving. Did she really want to come face to face with the real father of her baby? Actually, she did. That's what she wanted more than anything. She didn't want to hide it from Aiden. Hiding things from him had never felt right. Her mind was absolutely reeling right then. Was he visiting? His mother usually told her when he was going to be around... always trying to push the two of them back together. Although... she hadn't been talking to her nearly as much lately because of Marc.
Rounding the corner and spotting them in front of the mirror, Lydia caught this last bit of the conversation from Lena. "Crystal sounds like the kind of girl who smokes cheap cigarettes, breaks into her mother's liquor cabinet, and will probably wind up pregnant before her sixteenth birthday," she said, a slight smile on her face. She'd always adored Lena. "Boobs won't get you anything worthwhile, sweetheart, and flashing them around too much brings the wrong kind of attention."
"LYDIA!" Lena squealed, running up to her and throwing her arms around her. "OH EM GEE, you're huge!" She pulled back to observe her protruding stomach, unable to contain her over excitement. "I mean... that's probably not the best thing to say to a pregnant woman, but thanks, Lena," Lydia said with a slight laugh, her green eyes wandering to Aiden. She felt the heat of the blush crossing her face, but for the first time in months, her smile actually reached her eyes. "So you're an expert in women's fashion now?"
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Oct 29, 2015 4:10:11 GMT
Aiden was just about to respond to Lena’s comment when he heard the all too familiar voice speak up behind him. His gaze went from Lena in the mirror to Lydia in a heartbeat. He practically froze for a split second, something he never did, before his muscles relaxed. Well wasn’t she a sight for sore eyes… and pregnant. His mother had failed to tell him that in her weekly phone calls. Aiden turned towards her even as Lena bolted around him and threw her arms around Lydia. He almost laughed at her words, the girl hardly ever stopped long enough to filter what she said. If she thought it, it usually came out the exact same way. ”You’d be right, this Crystal girl was nothing but trouble.” He said as he subtly looked her over, trying not to stare at her overly round stomach. Of course he hadn’t expected her to wait around being single all her life… it wasn’t like he had really left with the intention of ever coming back for good that night after the anniversary party, but he hadn’t expected to come back to her heavily pregnant.
Aiden couldn’t help but laugh at her question. ”Women’s fashion? No. But teenage fashion? Most definitely, don’t you remember how horribly it went that day you went to school with that shirt that scooped extremely low and Tucker walked up behind you and pulled it down so far it practically showed off all your boobs?” He didn’t add that she had been wearing a sexy lacey bra under that shirt or that he had cornered Tucker in the locker room later and beat the crap out of him for it. ”My daughter definitely isn’t going to be wearing anything where that might happen… actually I might get straps sewn onto her clothes so that they have to be unbuckled so that she can take them off.” Aiden gave Lena one of those ‘don’t make me actually do it’ looks even though he was joking… sort of.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Oct 29, 2015 5:47:26 GMT
Lydia couldn't help but smile at the memory, a warm feeling spreading over her. She could remember just how upset she'd been when that happened. "Yeah, you know what's really odd though? The next day he came up to me with two black eyes, looking like he'd been hit by a truck, and apologized," Lydia said, smirking. It hadn't taken much to figure out exactly who had defended her honor that day. "I passed him on the street a few days ago. He still won't look me in the eye, after all these years."
Lena had that little smirk on her face... the same one she always had when Aiden and Lydia were in the same room together. As soon as Aiden mentioned straps on her clothes though, she gave him an exasperated look. "UGH. Lydia, would you tell him that's the style?" Lena begged her. "It's not nearly as bad as he says it is. Can you stay and help me out here?"
"Oh, it's not so bad... if you're an older woman, hanging out on the street corner. Of course I'll stay and help you out... but I can't help you with this outfit, Lena. Show me what else you have. " Sighing, Lena obliged and went back into her dressing room to put on the next outfit. "So what's next in life lessons from dad?" Lydia asked Aiden. "Did you tell her that holding a boy's hand leads to pregnancy?" Her own father had told her that one when she was about six. Thankfully, Aiden's mother eventually cleared that up for her.
"Lydia, you don't even understand. He's like Hitler," Lena called out from her dressing room.
I'm almost positive that Hitler was worse." Looking at Aiden, Lydia arched a brow. "But just a little." Lydia knew all too well what Lena was going through, having gone through much of the same thing when she was her age. Her father never really dealt with all the women stuff though. He was happy with allowing Mrs. Rhodes and Mrs. Blackwell to help take care of that sort of thing, when Lydia needed a female role model. Still, Lydia never left the house in a skirt that was too short. That's not saying that those skirts didn't get modified throughout the day to look a little shorter though.
"So tell me... what brings the two of you to town?" she asked Aiden curiously as they waited on Lena. Setting a hand on her lower back to help support the weight, Lydia then let her other hand rest on her protruding belly. God how she wanted to tell him so badly. Just at the sound of Aiden's voice, she felt the now familiar sensation of a kick beneath her hand. It was almost like the baby knew... he certainly never responded to Marc's voice like that. This realization made Lydi'a heart feel like it was being squeezed.
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Oct 30, 2015 4:00:35 GMT
Aiden kept his grin to himself at her words about Tucker still not looking her in the eye after all these years. Although he had never admitted it aloud, he had told the guy that if he ever so much as looked at Lydia ever again he’d gouge his eyes out. Not that he would have really done that but Aiden could be pretty convincing when he was pissed off or provoked. ”Is that so? I didn’t know that, you never mentioned it.” He said in response, feigning innocence and straitening the color of his shirt in the mirror. Even though he was no longer an FBI agent, Aiden still insisted on dressing nicely, which usually meant he wore a suit or at least a suit vest and nice pants or jeans everywhere he went.
”At least I’m better looking than Hitler, and I know how to properly grow facial hair… and I’m not out to annihilate a bunch of jews.” Aiden said, only half joking. His eyebrow raising as he gave her one of his lopsided smiles. ”Actually I told her kissing them would lead to a sudden and terrible death… but I’m afraid she figured out that that wasn’t true already.” He added frowning slightly. He hated to think that his daughter was probably already kissing boys… or anything else with boys. And to think, it was only going to get worse as she grew up. Sometimes he wished he could put her in a time machine and send her back a couple of years. But then he figured they would only be in the same place as they are now when she got to this age again.
Aiden glanced back at the dressing rooms as Lydia asked what had brought them to town. ”You really want to know?” Aiden said, leaning against the doorframe of the dressing room entrance, a smirk on his face. ”It’s a lovely, thrilling tale titled ‘Lena got expelled from school’ I’m sure she can tell you how she managed such a feat, you know, since she was supposed to be one of those kids that never even got sent to the principle’s office… unlike the two of us.” Of course he hadn’t been smirking about it when it first happened, but he had sort of gotten over his anger and had now moved on to teasing her relentlessly about it.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Oct 30, 2015 5:36:33 GMT
"I don't know, Hitler was pretty hot," Lydia said, looking him up and down as if comparing him to her mental image of the dictator. She let out a light laugh when he mentioned telling Lena that kissing would lead to death. She wasn't the least bit surprised. "He's right though, Lena. Nothing good ever comes from kissing boys. I've never kissed a boy and I'm still a virgin." Looking over at Aiden, they both knew that this was far from true and not just because of her very obviously rounded belly. She'd been a freshman in high school when she and Aiden started dating and he was also the one she happened to have lost her virginity to.
"So that's just a beachball you're hiding under your shirt? You two are so weird. Why don't you just get married already? Then you can be weirdos together," Lena said, her voice muffled as she was probably pulling on another shirt. It wouldn't be the first time Lena had suggested such a thing to them, but Lydia still managed to feel the flash of heat across her face. "How old were you when you started dating dad anyway?"
Uh oh. "What? That doesn't matter. I was... old enough," Lydia insisted, making a bit of an "oops" face. It was scary when you realized that Lena was the same age Lydia had been at the time. "I was in high school back in the early 2000s anyway. We were more mature back then."
"You were my age, weren't you? So dad would have been what? Eighteen?" Lydia could practically hear the smirk in the teen's voice. Of course Lydia was glad when the subject went back to why they were there.
"Wait, what? You got expelled? Why?" Lydia asked, her jaw dropping as Lena stepped back out of the dressing room. Lena was the last person you would ever expect to get expelled. The teen shot her father a look and sighed. "I got into trouble with some of my friends..." she admitted, holding up her hands as if to get their opinion.
"Yes to the jeans. The shirt is nice, but you need a tank top under it. Next," Lydia said, watching Lena go back into the dressing room. "I'm willing to bet one of these friends went by the name "Crystal...."
"Yes... but she's not that bad, really... she's just... troubled. We got expelled though and someone decided it was time to move back here." Lydia was still letting it sink in. They had moved back? Her hert was actually starting to pound uncontrollably as a mix of confusing emotions enveloped her. Aiden was moving back and Lydia's head was starting to spin. She'd never been so excited and terrified at the same time in her entire life. She was happy because... well, she'd never actually gotten over her first love. That much had probably been obvious the night of his parents' anniversary party. What did this mean for them? Could this open a new door for them? Or rather, reopen one that they'd shut the day they decided to break things off?
What terrified her was Marcus. Lydia had already tried to leave him before and it hadn't ended well at all. Knowing that Aiden was back in town... she knew that she had to tell him that the baby was his sooner or later. Marc would kill her though.
"I was only ever in the principal's office because of you," she insisted, giving Aiden a pointed look. "I was an angel. It wasn't my idea to skip all those classes to go make out under the bleachers or in the janitor's closet..."
"Ewwww,' Lena complained girlishly before stepping out with her next outfit.
"Yes to the shirt. Hell no to that skirt. Don't even bother with anymore skirts and shorts. It's getting too cold for them."
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Oct 31, 2015 3:04:52 GMT
”Yeah if you think a man old enough to be your father is hot, not to mention the genocide… and concentration camps, and experimental studies on children…” Aiden said suppressing a laugh. Every time the two of them were in the same room together it seemed like they had never really broken up. It was easy to be himself around Lydia, not having to always worry about if he was sending off the right image to those around him or to Lena. Over the last few years he had really been kicking himself for allowing their relationship to fall through just because he had dreams of living in a big city, not in some small town that was barely big enough to have a mall. He definitely still had feelings for her that was for sure.
At Lena’s comment about Lydia’s stomach Aiden’s eyes drifted back down for a moment. Of course he was a bit disappointed… okay a lot disappointed, that because of how things had gone with them that this child she was carrying wasn’t his. Did he even know the guy that she was with that? Or was the father not in the picture? Those were two questions Aiden didn’t know if he even had the right to ask. When Lydia mentioned something about them being more mature back in high school he couldn’t help but laugh a little, if it hadn’t been for his parents knowing all the right people he and his friends could have ended up in a lot worse than detention and ISS a few times.
”All teens are troubled Lena, why do you think you all cause us parents so much grief.” he said, not even paying much attention to the outfits now that Lydia was giving her opinion. He knew he could trust her not to let Lena dress inappropriately especially since she had been there done that and knew what would draw the wrong type of attention and what wouldn’t… not that Aiden had minded much in high school but just that fact alone made him determined Lena never dressed like that. He’d like to keep his mostly innocent daughter a while longer.
”Well if you hadn’t gotten yourself expelled from a well respected private school I wouldn’t have felt the need to move you all the way out here where I’ll be the police chief and know immediately if you even make it to class five minutes late.” Okay he might be over exaggerating a little bit, but seriously he had told the principle to call if he had any problems not that Aiden expected any but he’d rather be safe than sorry. Aiden smirked as Lydia brought up how they use to make out in random places. ”Don’t forget the bathroom on one of those tour busses the school rented to take us to our playoff game that one year.” He added. That had definitely been an interesting feat to accomplish.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Oct 31, 2015 18:35:57 GMT
"Police chief? Impressive," Lydia said, smiling and arching a brow at him. She couldn't deny that she liked the idea of him being a police chief. It was rather... well, sexy. She shouldn't be thinking about such things though and not because she had a boyfriend. Lydia didn't give a shit about Marc and she found herself wishing more and more every day that he wouldn't come home. She was constantly wishing that he would break off their toxic relationship so she wouldn't have to, but she doubted that would ever happen. He was too possessive and was constantly telling her that they were meant to be together and that they would be together forever. It made her want to vomit.
"Does that mean you can get me out of traffic tickets now? The boob trick doesn't always work, especially if you have a female officer pull you over... believe me, I tried it. I'd hoped she was a lesbian, but she wasn't."
"Didn't you say that boobs won't get you anything worth while?" Lena asked, coming out to model the next outfit.
"That rule doesn't apply when you're my age and being pulled over for speeding," Lydia insisted.
"Well why were you speeding?" Lena narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips, scrutinizing Lydia.
"Listen, when a pregnant woman has to pee, she really has to pee. That outfit is fine, show me the next one."
When Aiden mentioned their trip on the tour bus, Lydia laughed, remembering that day fondly. "I remember that! That was a really bumpy ride... definitely not unpleasant though. Do you remember sneaking into my room and hiding under my bed when my dad came in to check on me?" Lydia had boyfriends that she'd cared about over the years, but none that compared to Aiden. The two of them just had so many great memories and not all of them even involved them dating. They'd grown up together and their families had always been close. "Or that time we snuck into that abandoned house on Halloween and Eric and Cailan tried scaring us only for Cailan to wind up in the hospital with a broken leg?"
"I hope you two realize that you're the absolute worst role models..." Lena insisted as she went to try on another outfit. "All I've learned from this conversation is how to misbehave and how to hide boys in my room."
"No, trust me, Lena. You don't want to even try hiding any boys in your room. Your dad knows from experience exactly where they hide. He will find them. That's if any boys even want to come near you. I'm sorry, hun, but you're the Police Chief's daughter. Boys will be afraid of being shot if they even come near you..."
"OH MY GOD, NO..." Lena groaned, coming back out. "My life is officially over and it's all because of you." Lena shot Aiden a look. "You had to go and become Chief of Police at the expense of my social life. Thanks a lot. I hope you're happy." Sighing, Lena looked at Lydia, waiting for her response to the outfit. "This is the last one," she said.
"This one is nice," Lydia said approvingly, nodding her head.
Realizing that Lydia might try to leave now that her job was done, Lena was going to do whatever it took to prevent just that. "I'm really hungry. Are you hungry, Lydia? Wait, you're pregnant, of course you are. I have an idea! We should go to lunch. Dad's treat, of course." Coming back out of the dressing room, the teen dumped the clothes they'd agreed to into the cart and returned the rest.
Lydia rolled her eyes at Lena's attempt to trick her into staying with them a while longer. Even with Lydia being pregnant, Lena saw no reason for the two of them to not be together. Even Lydia had a feeling that, since the two of them were back in town, Lena would be upping her game. Looking at the time on her phone, Lydia bit her lip. Marc wasn't going to be happy if he got home and she wasn't there. This was Aiden and Lena though... this was the actual father of her unborn child and his teenage daughter. Fuck Marcus. She was going to get hell for this later though, especially if Marc found out that she was with an ex boyfriend. "She likes to spend your money, doesn't she?" Lydia asked Aiden as Lena started to lead them away from the dressing rooms and to the registers. She was game for lunch, but she wasn't going to make Aiden pay for her.
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Nov 3, 2015 2:31:33 GMT
”I know right, such an accomplishment. FBI agent to small town police chief, at least crimes should be easier to wrap up in a small town.” Aiden said with a shrug though he smiled at her question of him getting her out of traffic tickets. Trust her to actually try to get out of a ticket with her boobs, it might have worked on him though… hell he knew it would have. He shook his head at her and the laughed at her and Lena’s conversation. ”I’m sorry but I can’t bend the law even for your leaky bladder.” He told her grinning.
When she mentioned him hiding under her bed Aiden couldn’t help but remember the incident, that had definitely been a close call. ”Yes and I remember almost blowing my brains out trying not to sneeze from all the dustbunnies under your bed.” He said raising his eyebrows at her. They had gotten into so much trouble together over the years it was hard to remember all of their antics. Though he definitely remembered most, if not all, of their sexual exploits. The most recent of which had been about eight months or so when he had come home for his parents anniversary party. He had felt bad about it afterward, leaving after a night like that, but he had his life with the FBI and she had a life there it wouldn’t have been right to even consider them trying to work it out again. Now though… well he didn’t even know if there was a chance any more.
”You most definitely would not get away with hiding or sneaking a boy into our house. I will install security alarms and cameras all over the house if I have to. Don’t give me a reason to.” He told Lena, pointing his finger at her in mock sternness. It wouldn’t be practical to do that, though a security system was probably a good idea cameras would be taking it a bit too far. Aiden laughed at her saying he ruined her social life, ”look at it this way, no guy is going to want to be caught dead doing anything inappropriate with you so you’ll be the safest girl in town.” he told her with a wink. Of course as a father he didn’t want her to date until she was thirty, but having been where she was way back in the day, he knew that that wish was pointless.
Leave it to Lena to take it upon herself to invite Lydia to lunch when Aiden hadn’t even planned on being there long enough to need lunch… but he wasn’t about to complain. He’d have to remember to buy Lena a little something extra for her usefulness. Not only did she give him a reason to finally come back home, even though he HAD been upset at first about her getting expelled, but she always trying to push the two of them together. ”She’s a teenage girl, of course she likes to spend her father’s money. Especially since she hasn’t worked a day in her life and doesn’t realize it doesn’t grow on trees.” Aiden said, pulling a strand of Lena’s dark hair playfully. ”And she’s right, I’ll pay for your lunch, my treat. No arguments.” He added looking at Lydia so that she could see he was serious, though he had that charming lopsided grin on his face at the same time.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Nov 3, 2015 6:24:43 GMT
Damn him and that handsome grin of his. As Lena made a face and swatted at Aiden's hand as he tugged her hair playfully, Lydia couldn't help but smile in response. "How chivalrous," she said, tempted to argue. She knew that it would be useless though and she instead just accepted his offer. She could use it as an excuse to go out again another time... insist that it was her turn to treat him or something. "Thank you."
Following after Lena, Lydia had just a little bit of a waddle. A part of her was tempted to slip the girl a twenty just for giving her an excuse to stick around longer. She refrained... but Lena would definitely be getting a nice Christmas present, that was for sure! "I'm thinking Fuddruckers," Lena said as they got in line. Her brows knitted together though and she looked at Lydia. "Are pregnant women allowed to eat burgers?"
"No, Lena. I have to live off of a diet of rabbit food," Lydia responded. Sarcasm was a language that came naturally to her. luckily, Lena was used to this, especially considering she'd been raised by Aiden. "I wasn't sure! Aren't there things you can't eat?"
"There are... but trust me, if burgers and burritos were on that list, I would have made more of a conscious effort to not get pregnant," Lydia responded, giving the girl a fond smile. She definitely appreciated Lena's concern over what she could or couldn't eat.
"So it was an accident?"
"What?"
"You getting pregnant."
Damn it! Lena could be a little goofy sometimes, but the girl was also too smart for her own good. Lydia didn't want to reveal too much about the conception of her son... if she did, she knew there would be no holding back the truth and she just wasn't ready to let it all come spilling out. She wanted to, yes, but the fear she felt regarding this was too strong in holding her back.
"Well... I... it wasn't planned, no," she said, doing everything she could not to glance at Aiden. She was afraid that her expression might give all of her secrets away. Lena smiled triumphantly at Lydia's confession, as if she was one step closer to solving a case. For a moment, Lydia wondered if she should be worried about whatever was running through the teen's mind.
As they made it to the register and loaded Lena's clothes onto the counter, Lydia and Lena stepped to the side so that Aiden could deal with watching the price steadily rise on his own. Running a hand over her stomach, the mother to be felt her baby kicking, her heart warming. As unsure as Lydia was about everything happening, there was one thing she did know... she loved her baby and would do anything for him. "Can I..." Lena started to say. Lydia already knew what she was going to ask and grabbed Lena's hand, holding it to her stomach. "His feet are here," Lydia said, pressing Lena's hand to the spot she was talking about. A moment passed before Lydia felt the kick and Lena's eyes lit up. "Oh my god, that's so cool! It's like there's an alien in there!"
"Or, you know, a baby..." Lydia said, a warmth spreading over her as Lena got excited over all of this. For a moment, her heart broke. Lena would make a great older sister. She was so immersed in her conversation with Lena that she didn't even hear what the cashier said to Aiden.
"Congratulations," the woman said with a smile, bagging the last of the clothes as Aiden swiped his card. "You have a beautiful family."
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Nov 6, 2015 2:55:25 GMT
Aiden was glad that she didn’t argue over him paying for her lunch, though he wouldn’t have put it past her if she had. His eyes traveled down her body to her very round stomach for only the third time since they had bumped into each other in the dressing room. Part of him wondered what life would have been like if he had decided to move back sooner, the night of his parent’s anniversary party even. Would that be his child she was carrying instead of someone else’s? Would they have been engaged or married by now? Aiden knew that he surely would have proposed to her if he had moved back… did he still even have a chance? He figured she would be with the father of her child… but horribly enough he silently hoped she wasn’t happy with him.
As Aiden thought about this he listened to Lydia and Lena’s conversation and couldn’t help but smile at how sarcastic the two of them were. Lena obviously got it from him, growing up with a sarcastic male role model meant you had to become equally as sarcastic to survive. He glanced over at Lydia as she mentioned that her pregnancy wasn’t exactly planned, but then again when were most pregnancies planned? He knew that his mother certainly hadn’t meant to have him. She had even admitted to wanting to stop after his brother, only because Alistair had been a nightmare even at a young age. Thankfully for his mother, Aiden had been the more behaved of the two though that wasn’t saying too much.
As he watched the cashier ring up the clothes, not even paying attention to the price because he knew it was bound to be in the couple hundreds, he listened to his daughter asking to touch Lydia’s pregnant belly. He was just laughing at her exclamation about the baby being like an alien as the cashier finished ringing up the clothes and was bagging them. He swiped his card and almost missed her comment. He looked up at her, then back at Lydia and Lena and he saw what the woman saw and he had to agree that, if they had indeed been a family, it would be a beautiful one. ”Thanks.” Aiden said to her with a slightly sad smile and grabbed the bags.
He walked over to the two of them and handed Lena half of the bags he was carrying. ”Come on, let’s go get something to eat before prego over hear decides to go zombie on us and eat our brains.” Aiden told her grinning at his lame zombie joke. He was determined not to let the fact that the love of his life was pregnant with another man’s child get in the way of them at least being friends again. He missed her, missed her like crazy.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Nov 6, 2015 4:46:00 GMT
When Aiden walked over to them, Lena took the bags that Aiden handed to her... though she was tempted to fake some sort of arm injury so that he would just carry them. She refrained though and just laughed at her father's zombie comment.
"I'll have you know that I've seriously cut back on my zombie tendencies and don't eat brains nearly as much anymore," Lydia replied, rolling her eyes at him, even though he made her smile. As they started to make their way toward the other side of the mall, where the restaurant was, Lena started to lightly swing one of the bags at her side.
"So you're having a boy?" Lena asked, curious. "What are you naming him?"
"I haven't decided on anything yet," Lydia admitted. It felt so wrong to name the baby without a say from the father. The actual father. Marc had made plenty of suggestions, but she shot down all of them. There was no way she was going to let him name a baby that wasn't even his to begin with.
"What about the father? He hasn't tried to help you come up with a name?" Glancing at her father, there was a slight smirk on the fifteen year old's face. This was her subtle way of trying to see if Lydia was with anyone and whether or not she was actually happy with him.
"Well..." Lydia didn't really know what to say. Looking at Aiden for the briefest moment, she didn't want to lie. It felt unnatural to lie to Aiden and Lena, but she couldn't just say that the father hadn't come up with any names because he didn't know about the baby to begin with. "He hasn't come up with any."
"Is he excited? Are the two of you going to get married now?"
"It's... complicated. Are you writing my biography? Why don't you tell me about you? How's your new school?" She smiled, trying to lead them away from this complex discussion. She couldn't tell Aiden the truth in the middle of the mall with his fifteen year old present.
Lena glanced over at Aiden triumphantly. "Complicated" only confirmed all of Lena's suspicions and she knew that Aiden still had a chance at making things work... especially if the biggest suspicion she had turned out to be true. As they made it to the restaurant within the mall and got into the line, Lena continued. "Nice try. School isn't nearly as interesting as the details of your life, Lydia."
"Fair enough. No, the father hasn't asked me to marry him."
"Good, dad still has a chance then. When are you due?" Conveniently enough, it was their turn to order, saving Lydia from having to tell Lena her due date for the time being.
"Look, guys," Lena said once their order was placed. "There's a jewelry store here in the mall. I say we go there, pick out a nice ring, and the two of you can get engaged."
"You know, one of these days she's going to get down on one knee and propose to me for you," Lydia said to Aiden. In all honesty, Aiden could have asked her right then and there to marry her and Lydia probably would have said yes. It wasn't something she needed to think about.
"That's actually a great idea..." Lena said.
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