Post by Charlie Pace on May 5, 2008 22:00:56 GMT -5
KAREN PACE on another site WOO!
Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer, do you know you're unlike other...
Liam's voice filled the house, coming from the speakers in the bedroom television. Megan had been trying to sing along, until she had stopped. Karen peered from the bathroom, seeing Megan playing happily on the bed and she breathed out a sigh of relief. A smile crossed her face for a brief second until she realised what she was in the bathroom for. She turned back to the counter, moving to push the door closed to only a crack. Grabbing the box, her eyes scanned the blue lettering. Two minutes it said. Two sodding minutes? She checked her watch, and realised that it had only been 30 seconds from when she had last checked it.
"Bloody HELL."
A harsh and impatient sigh escaped her lips and she threw the box into the trash. She wrang her fingers as she paced in the bathroom back and forth and back and forth, wondering when the little bloody blue strip would change already. This was horrific pain, this waiting. How did two minutes seem like an eternity? Two minutes was supposed to be how long you were supposed to brush your teeth in. How long a song was supposed to be. Two minutes was NOT how long this was supposed to take. Karen hadn't taken the test before; with Megan, she hadn't needed to. She had wound up in the hospital before she even had the chance to. She had been feeling sick ever since they had left Australia, and she passed it off as the flu to Liam. However, a twisting in her gut made her wonder. They hadn't actually spoken about it much, however, Liam had suggested that it would be nice in the future to build the family. Megan needed a brother or a sister, he had said. However...was this the sooner that he spoke of? Was it too soon?
She slid down to sit next to the toilet, peering out the crack to see Megan playing on the bed. She looked at her watch. Two minutes. Two minutes was over. She felt the growing sting of tears in the back of her eyes, and she closed them, bringing her knees up to her chest as she sat against the toilet by the door. Why was she so terrified of the answer? She knew the answer was simple and secretly hated herself for thinking that way.
Being pregnant with Megan, all the times that Liam wouldn't call her back while they were on tour, all the times that it had been perfect when he was home and then they'd argue or fight...Karen wasn't sure if she could do it again. She wasn't sure if she could bring someone else into the world into such chaos. However, Liam was clean. He had been clean for more than a year, and no longer was he the drug-taking party-boy, but clean, drug free father. No longer did he sleep with random women (something that Karen had always worried about and had confronted him about countless times before he got tested) but he slept with her all night, every night and even sometimes in the middle of the day. She needed to stop thinking about the past. This was the future; the future would hold beautiful things. Brilliant and beautiful things.
Karen took in a breath and reached up, taking the tester in her hand. Her eyes were kept closed as she brought it down, before slowly opening them. A sob escaped her mouth, both happy and sad. "Oh god," she whispered, and was thankful that the recording of DriveShaft's first show at the Man-Chester was playing loud enough on the television to drown out the sound of her crying. She pressed her head against her knees, trying to stop her crying because it shifted back and forth between happy and sad tears and it shouldn't have been sad.
Karen jolted nearly out of her skin as she felt the door being opened, and she let out a slight yell of surprised before she saw Liam poke his head into the bathroom. She let out a sigh, her hand to her chest. "Liam." she said, releaved, however, she realised then what she clutched in her hand.
She had to have looked horrible. A complete and utter mess. She moved, trying to smooth out her hair, and wipe the tears from her now red-rimmed eyes. She looked at him, seeing the concerned look on his face, however, the kind look only made her face twist into a sob once more. Why?! Why was she crying?!
"I just--" She swallowed, trying to clear her throat and voice. "I just want it to be perfect this time."
Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer, do you know you're unlike other...
Liam's voice filled the house, coming from the speakers in the bedroom television. Megan had been trying to sing along, until she had stopped. Karen peered from the bathroom, seeing Megan playing happily on the bed and she breathed out a sigh of relief. A smile crossed her face for a brief second until she realised what she was in the bathroom for. She turned back to the counter, moving to push the door closed to only a crack. Grabbing the box, her eyes scanned the blue lettering. Two minutes it said. Two sodding minutes? She checked her watch, and realised that it had only been 30 seconds from when she had last checked it.
"Bloody HELL."
A harsh and impatient sigh escaped her lips and she threw the box into the trash. She wrang her fingers as she paced in the bathroom back and forth and back and forth, wondering when the little bloody blue strip would change already. This was horrific pain, this waiting. How did two minutes seem like an eternity? Two minutes was supposed to be how long you were supposed to brush your teeth in. How long a song was supposed to be. Two minutes was NOT how long this was supposed to take. Karen hadn't taken the test before; with Megan, she hadn't needed to. She had wound up in the hospital before she even had the chance to. She had been feeling sick ever since they had left Australia, and she passed it off as the flu to Liam. However, a twisting in her gut made her wonder. They hadn't actually spoken about it much, however, Liam had suggested that it would be nice in the future to build the family. Megan needed a brother or a sister, he had said. However...was this the sooner that he spoke of? Was it too soon?
She slid down to sit next to the toilet, peering out the crack to see Megan playing on the bed. She looked at her watch. Two minutes. Two minutes was over. She felt the growing sting of tears in the back of her eyes, and she closed them, bringing her knees up to her chest as she sat against the toilet by the door. Why was she so terrified of the answer? She knew the answer was simple and secretly hated herself for thinking that way.
Being pregnant with Megan, all the times that Liam wouldn't call her back while they were on tour, all the times that it had been perfect when he was home and then they'd argue or fight...Karen wasn't sure if she could do it again. She wasn't sure if she could bring someone else into the world into such chaos. However, Liam was clean. He had been clean for more than a year, and no longer was he the drug-taking party-boy, but clean, drug free father. No longer did he sleep with random women (something that Karen had always worried about and had confronted him about countless times before he got tested) but he slept with her all night, every night and even sometimes in the middle of the day. She needed to stop thinking about the past. This was the future; the future would hold beautiful things. Brilliant and beautiful things.
Karen took in a breath and reached up, taking the tester in her hand. Her eyes were kept closed as she brought it down, before slowly opening them. A sob escaped her mouth, both happy and sad. "Oh god," she whispered, and was thankful that the recording of DriveShaft's first show at the Man-Chester was playing loud enough on the television to drown out the sound of her crying. She pressed her head against her knees, trying to stop her crying because it shifted back and forth between happy and sad tears and it shouldn't have been sad.
Karen jolted nearly out of her skin as she felt the door being opened, and she let out a slight yell of surprised before she saw Liam poke his head into the bathroom. She let out a sigh, her hand to her chest. "Liam." she said, releaved, however, she realised then what she clutched in her hand.
She had to have looked horrible. A complete and utter mess. She moved, trying to smooth out her hair, and wipe the tears from her now red-rimmed eyes. She looked at him, seeing the concerned look on his face, however, the kind look only made her face twist into a sob once more. Why?! Why was she crying?!
"I just--" She swallowed, trying to clear her throat and voice. "I just want it to be perfect this time."
