The illusion of a skirt and blouse migrate across her body until they reach a state of apparent respectability again. She doesn't shed the sweat, though. She's missed the smell and taste of him too much.
"I couldn't do it alone." Words tumble out. It's more than she means to say, but she could never stand his silences.
"Kurt was too much to handle. At first, I was so weak from the delivery and the running. So much running. And then...Jesus, Logan. He's been able to climb walls since he learned how to crawl. I'd wake up at two in the morning and the baby'd be on the fucking ceiling. His eyeteeth are fangs. And there he was, swinging on the lamp while gnawing on the cord. It's a miracle he doesn't have brain damage."
She reaches out, but lets her hand fall away before she actually touches him.
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Date: 2007-05-31 05:30 pm (UTC)The illusion of a skirt and blouse migrate across her body until they reach a state of apparent respectability again. She doesn't shed the sweat, though. She's missed the smell and taste of him too much.
"I couldn't do it alone." Words tumble out. It's more than she means to say, but she could never stand his silences.
"Kurt was too much to handle. At first, I was so weak from the delivery and the running. So much running. And then...Jesus, Logan. He's been able to climb walls since he learned how to crawl. I'd wake up at two in the morning and the baby'd be on the fucking ceiling. His eyeteeth are fangs. And there he was, swinging on the lamp while gnawing on the cord. It's a miracle he doesn't have brain damage."
She reaches out, but lets her hand fall away before she actually touches him.
"Having a precog around was useful."