Okay, so this is my first time actually writing any fic to be shared with other people. Hopefully you like it and it makes sense. *crosses fingers*
Okay, so he had blue eyes. Strikingly blue eyes. So what? Stranger things have happened. He was hers. And that’s all that mattered. After she got over the “momma I’m never gonna get my figure back again!” phase that involved a truck load of chocolate ice cream and comforting words, the weight of the situation set in and Britney jumped full force into motherhood.
* * *
He had curly hair. Soft, golden-brown curls that bounced back into place if you ran your fingers through them. Not a big deal. He was still just a baby; he could grow out of it.
* * *
He hated getting dirty. He liked to just be left alone. And that was the final straw.
Kevin walked back into their bedroom one morning after diaper duty and found Britney curled up in a ball underneath the covers, tears streaming down her face.
Uh oh.
“What’s wrong, B?” He sat down beside her and stroked her hair off of her damp face.
She let out a few loud sobs before regaining some composure. “I… I… I have something to tell you.”
* * *
Cameron picked up the phone on the first ring, not wanting to wake the sleeping figure next to her. “H’lo?” She yawned, answering without even checking the caller ID.
When Justin woke up two hours later, Cameron was waiting for him at the kitchen table, his cereal already poured and the milk sitting out next to it.
He arched an eyebrow at her inquisitively and she took that as her signal to talk, knowing Justin and his “I refuse to speak until after I’ve had my morning cereal, thankyouverymuch” rule.
“Justin, I got a phone call this morning…”
* * *
It had taken a whole lot of convincing to get Justin to drive over there. There had been some yelling, some tears of desperation, and a just a drink or two involved in Cameron’s effort to get him to visit.
He almost backed out at the last second, but Cameron caught him by the shoulders and swung him back around towards the front door just as it swung open, and he found himself face-to-face with Britney.
* * *
The second Justin saw him, he knew. He gasped, and his eyes immediately welled up. Slowly shifting his gaze towards Britney, he saw the shimmering moisture in her eyes mirroring his own.
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Date: 2005-09-24 04:11 pm (UTC)Okay, so he had blue eyes. Strikingly blue eyes. So what? Stranger things have happened. He was hers. And that’s all that mattered. After she got over the “momma I’m never gonna get my figure back again!” phase that involved a truck load of chocolate ice cream and comforting words, the weight of the situation set in and Britney jumped full force into motherhood.
* * *
He had curly hair. Soft, golden-brown curls that bounced back into place if you ran your fingers through them. Not a big deal. He was still just a baby; he could grow out of it.
* * *
He hated getting dirty. He liked to just be left alone. And that was the final straw.
Kevin walked back into their bedroom one morning after diaper duty and found Britney curled up in a ball underneath the covers, tears streaming down her face.
Uh oh.
“What’s wrong, B?” He sat down beside her and stroked her hair off of her damp face.
She let out a few loud sobs before regaining some composure. “I… I… I have something to tell you.”
* * *
Cameron picked up the phone on the first ring, not wanting to wake the sleeping figure next to her. “H’lo?” She yawned, answering without even checking the caller ID.
When Justin woke up two hours later, Cameron was waiting for him at the kitchen table, his cereal already poured and the milk sitting out next to it.
He arched an eyebrow at her inquisitively and she took that as her signal to talk, knowing Justin and his “I refuse to speak until after I’ve had my morning cereal, thankyouverymuch” rule.
“Justin, I got a phone call this morning…”
* * *
It had taken a whole lot of convincing to get Justin to drive over there. There had been some yelling, some tears of desperation, and a just a drink or two involved in Cameron’s effort to get him to visit.
He almost backed out at the last second, but Cameron caught him by the shoulders and swung him back around towards the front door just as it swung open, and he found himself face-to-face with Britney.
* * *
The second Justin saw him, he knew. He gasped, and his eyes immediately welled up. Slowly shifting his gaze towards Britney, he saw the shimmering moisture in her eyes mirroring his own.