i'm tangled up inside , aaron

[ROCHELLE SKYULAR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #4D4534 solid, bTable] I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD HOLD MY HEART but you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start [style=height: 305px; width: 255px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#71200E; color: #000;]after everything that these two had been through, it was not a surprise that they ended up together. with his cocky personality and her cut-throat ways, the two of them could rule the world if they wanted to but there was a small problem, she was his bodyguard. she had to go with everywhere that he did and though that was a pain because he used to it by now and dragged her literally everywhere. he would even use it as an excuse to get her into a party or a club when she desparately did not want to go but as her job description, she had to. protecting his backside was not too hard now but it was when they are first started out that made it hard to deal with but now, it was all in good fun. she drove him insane sometimes and he drove her to the brink of the sucking down a bottle of pure alcohol sometimes. lifting an eyebrow, she put a hand to her stomach as she was laying on the couch, patting it and then wincing to the small pain that she received. her dinner had just been devoured and she was resting in her own room after feeling queasy only moments after finishing the plate. laying down was doing something but the feeling was coming back up after the pat to her stomach and she sighed, staring at the ceiling and closed her eyes to try and get her mind off what was happening to her. the pregnancy test was still lying in her bedside drawer, having been there since the two of them had even started a relationship as rochelle actually had a scare only a few months back but now, she was certain about this. her moods were even more bipolar than usual as she went from one to extreme to another, the food that she wanted to eat but refused to allow herself to were strange combinations and the fact that her sex drive had increased to an abnormal amount was a good number of signs and of course, the biggest was—she was late. growling under her breath, she hit the mattress with her first, cursing loudly and reaching for the test that was lying innocently in her desk. pulling the box up and out of the drawer, she tore away at the packaging as the idea of not knowing was too much for her to handle. rochelle was the kind of girl that needed to know and this was a dire situation that could not go ignored if she happened to be with a child, aaron’s child. the thought made her cringe for some reason, thinking that the two could actually be parents was a ridiculous thought because they were both young, wild and free—aaron even more than herself. they were hardly responsible and did some of the stupidest things sometimes though rochelle was more level headed, not as of late though. moving out of the room, she picked up an article of clothing from the ground and tossed it at the door adjacent from hers, ”do i look like i’m wearing a fucking maid’s outfit!? pick up after yourself lazy ass!”

[/b] she called, feeling her temper flare for no reason and glancing at the test in her hand. there was a reason that her moods were so extreme and she quickly rushed into the bathroom, literally slamming the door behind her and pressing the lock on the door to keep him from coming in. she already knew how to read the test so the ripped up instructions were not important at the moment. sitting down after finishing the procedure for the test, she moved the stick as far away from herself as she could, tapping her nails on the ground and counting the seconds that ticked by. she felt positively nauseous while waiting for the test to reveal itself and give her an answer. she was not sure which way she wanted it to go as aaron and her did share a bond that was made by something like love, and a child could make that strong, but were they ready for one?

time was up as the five minute mark passed in her head, counting down by sixty second intervals and she hesistantly rose to her feet and glanced at the test that was on the counter. she blinked once or twice, clearing her eyes of the tears that were threatening and that was a sign of weakness and rochelle never showed that. flicking the doorknob and effectively unlocking the door, she grabbed the stick in her hand, covering it first and marched over to his door, pounding on it with both feet and hands until it swung open. tossing the test in his direction, she narrowed her eyes, balled fists at her side, ”do you know what happens when a bodyguard get pregnant!?”[/b] she asked, anger flashing in her eyes, ”she gets taken off the job! and though you are my boss now..”[/b] because she was technically employed by him now, ”hell will freeze over before I let anyone protect your sorry ass! congrats, you’re going to be a fucking father.”[/b] she said, giving the test a kick before pushing her hands against his chest in nothing but a hysterical, caught off guard reaction. rochelle was always prepared for everything, but this baby that was growing inside of her, another life that she had to protect was not anything that she was prepared to deal with.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

THIS POST IS THE ADORABLE AND SEXY MEL WITH HER CHARACTER, AARON

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[aaron]

Aaron had had his suspicions about Rochelle and what was going on with her and, truth be told, he had mixed feelings about that little opinion of his. He'd first been the one to bring the possibility up to her, but she'd shot it down faster than Billy The Kid would have shot down his arch nemesis in a gun fight. She was so against the idea of being pregnant that it floored him. Didn't most women house some kind of natural maternal instinct that they could draw on in situations like these? Then again, Rochelle was anything but a typical woman and it was part of what made him love her as much as he did. She was so far out of the category of normal that it sometimes blew him away. She was beautiful, she was fiery and she was everything in his life that he needed, even if he did enjoy egging her on and provoking her from time to time just to see that fire emerge. She could kick his ass and he knew it. But there was something oddly appealing about all of that.

Maybe there was just something wrong with his brain.

Today was a day when Aaron was more or less keeping to himself. She was in another one of her moods and she didn't seem to be feeling all that fantastic. He figured he'd leave her to her own devices at the moment while he worked off some of his own frustration. He wished she'd take a god damned test. If she was that sure that she wasn't pregnant, she'd take the test, get it over with and laugh in his face after the fact. Which lead him to believe that there was some doubt in her mind as to whether or not she was. He raked a hand through his hair as he stood up from the floor where he'd been doing a series of push ups. He was just about to continue with his work out when there was a furious pounding on the door. Damned near afraid for his life, he headed to it and tugged the door open.

"Do you know what happens when a bodyguard gets pregnant?" Aaron was gaping at her for a moment. He stared at the test and stumbled backwards as she shoved him. She was pregnant. Aaron had gone over a list of emotions that he might have felt in the event that she did wind up pregnant, but nothing had prepared him for the staggering disbelief that had overcome him. Nor the shock. She was actually pregnant. Aaron swallowed and tried to remain as rational in the moment as he could before he decided how he felt about the situation. "You're pregnant. Okay..." He said, looking at her. But then the shock wore off and the emotion kicked in and Aaron found that he was genuinely pleased with the news.

Rochelle refused to marry him. He'd asked her and she'd disregarded the question altogether. It had hurt. It had hurt far more than he had let on at the time. And now, here he was, faced with the fact that he was going to be a father to this woman's baby. Their baby. "Woah, woah... Calm down Rochelle. Just for a second..." He pleaded with her. He looked at her a moment. "You've spent all of this time looking after me and taking care of any threat that came my way. You don't think it scares the shit out of me knowing that you're in the line of danger every moment of every day? I love you. I genuinely love you and I know, regardless... this baby... Yeah... He or she is going to be loved just as much by me." He said carefully. She was on a rampage and he knew just how pissed she was, but if it meant that she was going to take a couple of shots at him, he'd deal with it so long as she didn't put the baby in danger.

Holy shit... he was going to be a father. "We'll make this work... It will work. Even if we have to move to some fucking remote island where no bastard will know where we are... This will work."

[ROCHELLE SKYULAR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #4D4534 solid, bTable] I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD HOLD MY HEART but you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start [style=height: 305px; width: 255px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#71200E; color: #000;]the stick that was held in her shaking hand was slowly revealing the results and rochelle was torn about which way that she wanted it to go. on one hand, she did have feelings for aaron that were stronger than she had felt for any male and they were technically living together in the sense that she was in his room or he was in hers, they had nursed each other back to complete health after disasters and relied on one another for both physical and emotional needs—so why not add a child into the mix? shaking her head, rochelle shook the mere acceptance of a child out of her mind and stormed out of the bathroom with a purpose in her monster steps. her feet were slamming against the floor and she reached his door in a matter of seconds, banging on the door with a fury that she was not even aware that she possessed. the test had not even showed the full results, only one pink line appearing which meant the stick was now retesting to be double sure but rochelle was already in confident in the idea that they were going to have to a child in the house and that her career was over. she began to shout at him, not even giving aaron a moment to blink to see who was standing at the door, not that it would have been anyone else. her eyes darkened, ”OKAY!?”

[/b] she yelled back, not finding the idea of a child growing inside of her to be labeled or even associated with that word because things were not okay. it may have been the hormones in her body or the natural anger that she had but rochelle’s hands were slowly curling into fists at her side and she was resisting the urge to knock aaron off his feet and into a wall, ”this..”[/b], gesturing to the stick and then to the area of her stomach, ”is far from okay. this is hell! this is absolute torture!”[/b] she shouted but the idea of ending the torture in the most inhumane way was also not an option in rochelle’s mind.

she nodded, obeying his command and taking a deep breath while her body was leaning against the door, her forehead pressing into the frame as she let out another deep breath followed by a hitch in her breathing. she did not want her life to change to this point and would happily accept the proposal that he had offered her weeks ago over the idea of raising and caring for a baby. rochelle had protective instincts because she was programmed to, but she was not sure if there was even a motherly bone in her body at this point and that scared her to the point of a nausea wave to come crashing down on her, causing the color in her face to drain. she suddenly felt like her dinner was starting to come up and out, and quickly rushed away to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and letting her hair dangle in her face while her mouth was angled for the toilet. her stomach wrenched but nothing came up, air was exhaled from her lips but no food or bile was produced as she shook her head, dismissing his words in her mind. her stomach gave another dry heave but she was not able to lose this disgusting feeling that had come over her, ”…loved?..”[/b] she muttered, a foreign word to the girl as the only person that had really “loved” her was her parents and that did not turn out well for them. the word echoed in her mind and she slowly rose off her knees and back to aaron, moving past him and falling back onto his bed while she stared at the ceiling, ”…I love you too…”[/b] she mumbled into the air, knowing that he was able to hear her and sighing as she placed a hand on her stomach where the new life was starting to form. it was a carbon copy of both aaron and rochelle and she wondered what it would look like, whose eyes would it have? hair? her temper? his sarcasm? she took a deep breath again but it came out shaky and followed along with a tear rolling down her cheek and dropping onto his bed sheet. she reached up, wiping the evidence away and blaming it on the hormones before sitting up, ”you really think we can actually raise a child, normally…?”[/b], but at this point, they really did not have much of a say in the matter as the child was already coming into existence.

she tried to nod along as he convinced himself and was working to persuade her that it would work out in the end but rochelle was not so sure about that. taking a deep breath, she spoke with a rational mind, ”I’ll…find you a new bodyguard for however long I will be gone..”[/b] as she was quite aware that this bodyguard would be watching both of their backs in this case. placing a hand on her stomach, she reached for his hand and placed it next to hers, ”I guess, say hello to your son or daughter.”[/b], but her voice was still cold and she was unsure of the reason why. something was amiss and she figured it was the small cloud of doubt that constantly overshadowed everything that she did and allowed her to be rational in knowing that things in life did not work out the way that they wanted but now, this pregnancy had to go right. ”it…will work.”[/b], repeating the words back to him before leaning in and touching her lips to his in a gentle kiss.
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THIS POST IS THE ADORABLE AND SEXY MEL WITH HER CHARACTER, AARON

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[aaron]

Aaron was more than just a little bit shell shocked in the moment. He wasn't prepared for this and he sincerely doubted that, unless a couple were actually planning to become parents, no man would be ready to hear those words from his girlfriend's mouth, even if he was open to the idea of being a father. It kind of hit you like a ten ton hammer and, for a moment, Aaron wasn't sure what to do. But the more he thought about it... the more he realized that he really was okay with this. He really was okay with the prospect of being a father. Maybe it wasn't under the best of circumstances, but he knew that he loved Rochelle a hell of a lot. He had proposed to her already once in a sort of off-handed way. She'd shot it down, but he knew damned well that he wasn't going to let up that easily.

'Chelle..." He murmured as she went off into a tangent about how it clearly was not okay. But he had to admit... her words cut him to the quick. Hell? Torture? Was the prospect of having his baby really that repulsive to her. He was hurt. He was hurt way more than he wanted her to know at the moment. He averted his eyes from her for a moment and swallowed back the pain of the comments, but it all still lingered in his mind when he looked back at her. But he was trying to get her into a state where she'd be able to think rationally for a moment. He just wasn't sure that that was going to happen in this situation though.

Aaron blinked as she all but left a cloud of dust in his room as she booked it back to her bedroom and into the bathroom. Aaron just sunk down on the bed a moment, putting his head in his hands as he shook it. This wasn't how he saw things going at all. He'd planned on having more time in winning her over. Sure, one day he wanted children. But he definitely hadn't anticipated that that day would come as quickly as this. He'd hoped he'd have the chance to slowly introduce Rochelle to the idea of it before she was thrown, head first, into the deep end. But apparently Fate was prepared to screw him over again in that respect and they weren't going to have the time to prepare.

As Rochelle returned to the room, he stood up and took a few steps towards her, but she brushed by him and flopped down on his bed. And then she returned the words. He knew well enough that she loved him but... She was so out of sorts at the moment and all he wanted to do was somehow make this better for her. He somehow wanted to make her understand. Something... He settled himself in on the edge of the bed and let his fingers trail through her hair as she asked him the question about being able to raise a child normally. He sighed. "Honestly... I'm not sure but... I know I'd give up anything right now to feel like my dad genuinely cared about me save to make sure that I'm alive." He said. "And I know no child of mine would ever feel that. And I would never put a child of mine through half of the shit that my father has put me through." He told her gently. "I think, given what we have to work with... we'd do the absolute best we could." And he believed that to be entirely true.

"Gone? You're not actually going anywhere so don't use that word." He commented, looking at her. The idea of the word 'gone' wasn't something he even wanted to contemplate. He watched her as she placed a hand on her stomach and then reached for his hand to place it beside hers. She was still doubting this. He knew that damned well. He couldn't deny that there was a bubble of excitement forming up inside of him. He leaned over and pressed his lips to her stomach nonetheless. "Hey, Little one." He murmured before he looked up at her. "You're right, Rochelle... It will work. Because I've never known a woman to be more determined or protective than you are. You're going to be one hell of a fierce mother." He told her gently.