Friends are There for You
As usual, the four friends were sitting around in her house, all giving their own soft laughs at Lionel's joke. Rebecca looked at all three of her best friends, finding a smile tugging at her lips. Without thinking, she asked aloud, "Have any of you every thought of having a kid?"
"Small children are gross." Delilah responded to the question, pulling her knees up to her chest to stare at Rebecca with big brown eyes. "Why do you ask?"
"Because I was thinking of having one." In an instant, both Sampson and Lionel had leapt up from their seats, putting at least one peice of furnature between them and Rebecca. Delilah's eyes seemed to widen, a grin spreading on her face. "Not like that, you guys." The relief that passed over the men's face almost made her laugh, but she was also a bit hurt that none of them seemed excited for her. "There's a clinic I found the other day, and I have an appointment there."
"Who'll be the dad, then?" Lionel asked, sitting on the couch beside her.
"No one, I guess." Rebecca said, shrugging as she smiled at the red-head. "It might be fun... Can I count on yuo guys to be there for me?"
"Hell no." Sampson was already sitting in the recliner, his legs hanging over the side as his cold gray eyes peered out from beneath white hair. "As soon as you have this kid, we're all going to vanish and leave you to flounder on you're own."
"Sammy's right." Lionel was smirking, green eyes alight at the small glare the blue-eyed woman was giving him. "You'll be no fun. We'll have to replace you with someone just as evil." He ducked just barely nough to keep from getting hit.
Delilah giggled softly, reaching up to brush a long strand of brown hair from her eyes. She was smiling at Sampson, who closed his eyes to keep from glaring at her. Rebecca didn't miss a second of it, though she was chatting quietly with Lionel. The two were always causing problems, and, on several occasions, had ended up with Delilah crying.
"Hey, Delilah," Rebecca said, drawing her gaze, "why don't you and Lionel go fix us all some supper?" They could, collectively, cook better than either she or Sampson.
"You aren't pregnant yet. Go fix it yourself." Rebecca growled, but Lionel had already stood up and seized Delilah about the wrist and dragged her to the kitchen, mumbling.
She watched them go, looking at Sampson. The youngest of them smirked, his pale lips twisting in an almost cruel way. No wonder those who met him named him as Winter. "This is going to be fun."
As usual, the four friends were sitting around in her house, all giving their own soft laughs at Lionel's joke. Rebecca looked at all three of her best friends, finding a smile tugging at her lips. Without thinking, she asked aloud, "Have any of you every thought of having a kid?"
"Small children are gross." Delilah responded to the question, pulling her knees up to her chest to stare at Rebecca with big brown eyes. "Why do you ask?"
"Because I was thinking of having one." In an instant, both Sampson and Lionel had leapt up from their seats, putting at least one peice of furnature between them and Rebecca. Delilah's eyes seemed to widen, a grin spreading on her face. "Not like that, you guys." The relief that passed over the men's face almost made her laugh, but she was also a bit hurt that none of them seemed excited for her. "There's a clinic I found the other day, and I have an appointment there."
"Who'll be the dad, then?" Lionel asked, sitting on the couch beside her.
"No one, I guess." Rebecca said, shrugging as she smiled at the red-head. "It might be fun... Can I count on yuo guys to be there for me?"
"Hell no." Sampson was already sitting in the recliner, his legs hanging over the side as his cold gray eyes peered out from beneath white hair. "As soon as you have this kid, we're all going to vanish and leave you to flounder on you're own."
"Sammy's right." Lionel was smirking, green eyes alight at the small glare the blue-eyed woman was giving him. "You'll be no fun. We'll have to replace you with someone just as evil." He ducked just barely nough to keep from getting hit.
Delilah giggled softly, reaching up to brush a long strand of brown hair from her eyes. She was smiling at Sampson, who closed his eyes to keep from glaring at her. Rebecca didn't miss a second of it, though she was chatting quietly with Lionel. The two were always causing problems, and, on several occasions, had ended up with Delilah crying.
"Hey, Delilah," Rebecca said, drawing her gaze, "why don't you and Lionel go fix us all some supper?" They could, collectively, cook better than either she or Sampson.
"You aren't pregnant yet. Go fix it yourself." Rebecca growled, but Lionel had already stood up and seized Delilah about the wrist and dragged her to the kitchen, mumbling.
She watched them go, looking at Sampson. The youngest of them smirked, his pale lips twisting in an almost cruel way. No wonder those who met him named him as Winter. "This is going to be fun."
