Her stomach turned, and she could feel the faint movement of the child within her as she watched him with anxious eyes. Had he finally figured out that she was pregnant? That their little one night stand had left them with something so much more than a memory that they could have pushed back and covered with a cloud of other thoughts. Their decisions had left them with an innocent life that would need their unyielding attention, affection, and protection.
She was going to be a mother.
The thought, as it had many times before that, caused her emotions to flare. Her breathing quickened, and her palms became sweaty. Even after taking her seat, she felt herself standing for fear of phasing through the chair- something that she knew wouldn't happen. The tingling sensation of her powers flicked to life through her, and she could feel it even stronger in her legs. She wasn't sure if she could make it through this little en devour in one piece. Or, at least not completely whole.
His voice was so shaken when he asked what they needed to speak of. Her heart swelled with the motherly instinct to cross the space between them and hug him tightly, but his face filled her inner mind. The face that clearly said he didn't want to see her. But he needed someone to offer their shoulder. His voice had clearly betrayed his face.
Watching as his hands hid under the table, she tried to swallow the lump in her throat once more. For just a moment she had the courage to tell him. To be the responsible adult that her parents would have wanted her to be, but with that overly baring request to wait, she felt as if she were about to be grounded. To be told that she had messed up and would be forced to leave. To never get a chance to let him know.
A distinctive change in his volume made her jump, causing her hands to rest against her stomach in attempt to protect her child from the loud noise. She knew it wouldn't do anything, but she also had the instincts to protect those whom couldn't protect themselves. The action caused her stomach to churn once more, and she silently prayed her morning sickness would stay at bay. He didn't need to see her so weak, not when he looked at her with distaste in his eyes.
Ears ringing from his apology, Lola took a half step back out of shock. One hand had left the security of her belly bump to rest on her chest, and she stood there frozen in place as he all but folded in on himself. Why was he apologizing? "T-Thom-" Her vocal chords tightened and the sting that had earlier been in the corners of her eyes grew strong as she took a hesitant step forward. He needed her to hold him. Why couldn't she bring herself to take that first step that use to come so naturally to her?
Biting the inside of her cheek, her hand lowers and she found her arms wrapping around her stomach once more. Why was this so hard? Why did this even have to happen to them? They were friends. Companions. Fighters for the same cause. Why were they being punished for something so human? It wasn't fair, she thought to herself as her eyes shut with enough force to leave her seeing spots. She wanted her Mother. Wanted the knowledge she could bestow upon her, and the gentle whispers of encouragement that would help her continue on with her day. She wanted her Father. The man who use to chase away the monsters from under her bed and held her higher than the sun itself. She wanted nothing more, than in that moment, to be the little girl she use to be. When times were easier and all she had to worry about was not showing her powers to the other school kids. Why did she ever complain about a life that sounded so much like heaven right about now?
A silent sob fell from her pursed lips, and she raised both of her hands to cover her face, tilting her head down so her hair covered her face. She could feel the sensation of herself turning invisible, and could feel her child stirring within her small frame. She didn't want to be here anymore. Didn't want to be stuck in this position as she fought internally to pull herself together.
Her head started to sway back and forth, in a gesture of her head shaking, but she knew he couldn't see her. Knew that she could have easily slipped from his apartment and made it back to the comfort of her's before anyone would have known, but she couldn't move from her spot. "D-don't....." Her voice was weak, buried under the emotion and pain that was brewing inside of her. Why did anyone even have to apologize? Was an apology going to fix anything between them? Again; Why was this happening to such good people?
Without another word, her legs moved of their own accord, and she found her arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders as she forced herself against him. She didn't have the strength to say anything. Didn't have the courage to voice the truth that was growing within her. But there was enough of her to know that he needed someone to hold him. Even though he looked at her with such distaste earlier, it was evident in his voice that what he meant was true.