"Every half hour, Brett? That's a bit excessive." She, once again, expressed her displeasure at having to be babysat twenty-four/seven, despite the fact that she knew that he believed wholeheartedly that it was necessary. Sighing quietly, she rubbed her stomach slowly, shrugging even though he couldn't see the gesture - though she could see him imagining her doing it, just as she could imagine him sitting at his desk, elbow on the desk, or maybe leaning back in his chair. "I don't know, baby... We just finished up eating..." They'd talked about strolling down the boardwalk and maybe popping in to a couple of stores along the way - it was a chilly winter day, but the sun was out and they were all dressed appropriately. --

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Date Posted: 09:17:23 01/13/07 Sat
Author: Dominique
Subject: "Every half hour, Brett? That's a bit excessive." She, once again, expressed her displeasure at having to be babysat twenty-four/seven, despite the fact that she knew that he believed wholeheartedly that it was necessary. Sighing quietly, she rubbed her stomach slowly, shrugging even though he couldn't see the gesture - though she could see him imagining her doing it, just as she could imagine him sitting at his desk, elbow on the desk, or maybe leaning back in his chair. "I don't know, baby... We just finished up eating..." They'd talked about strolling down the boardwalk and maybe popping in to a couple of stores along the way - it was a chilly winter day, but the sun was out and they were all dressed appropriately.
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The displeasure in her voice was nothing new. Sadly, he was used to her being pissed with him and he had a feeling it wasn't going to stop being such a regular occurance until Luca was gone. He was the thorn in their side, the dent in their relationship even though he was no longer directly in Dom's life. He was a stumbling block for them to grow together and Brett was painfully aware of that. His hand lifted to run over his face before he spoke again, carefully. "Did you eat enough?" The question was not to pressing, he supposed. It was one that any concerned father to be would prose to his baby's mother. She usually ate pretty well, she was healthy, he just got worried that was all. If anything was to happen to her or the baby it would send him over the edge. It wouldn't kill him, he would live through it, but he would be a shell of a man bent only on revenge and once he had that...well then he would have nothing. Protecting his girlfriend and child was his number one priority. (NT) -- Brett, 09:22:00 01/13/07 Sat