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| Bridgette | Dec 16 2007, 06:37 AM Post #41 |
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[size=1]Bridgette smiled slightly - as much as she could manage - and replied, "Thanks, but I don't think I'll be bothering you. You 'ave your own life, and you're right: 'e probably doesn't want to be a father," she said. "And trust me, I 'ave absolutely no desire to go anywhere near Lynx," she added, unable to resist a slight eye roll. The woman hadn't exactly been pleasant to her, even if she sort of knew why.[/size] |
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| Tyler Rubin | Dec 16 2007, 06:45 AM Post #42 |
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[size=1]Tyler laughed slightly, and stood slowly, his eyes now on Lucas's door. For some strange reason, he felt sad that he wasn't Lucas's father- though that made little sense to him. Honestly, he probably was just saddened by the fact that Lucas though he was too- he doubted Bridgette would tell him that Matthew was his real father. His eyes lingered on the wood frame for a moment, and he said, "What are you going to tell Lucas?" [/size] |
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| Bridgette | Dec 16 2007, 06:49 AM Post #43 |
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[size=1]Bridgette ran a hand through her hair, overwhelmed. "I.... I 'ave no idea yet. I'll figure something out." And she would. She had to. Of course, why was it that all her life she'd never had any trouble coming up with a good lie or cover up but now she couldn't think of a thing? Perhaps it was because Lucas was her son, and she just couldn't imagine lying to him other tha it being for his own safety. Well, she had no choice, so she would tell him something. She glanced over at Lucas' door as well, sighing as she thought of her sleeping son. How had she ever messed up his life so badly? She just hoped she'd be able to keep him safe.[/size] |
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| Tyler Rubin | Dec 16 2007, 06:55 AM Post #44 |
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[size=1]Tyler nodded, and looked back at her for a second. Honestly, he couldn't say he truely cared for her, nor remotely liked her, but he did feel sorry for her, and that was something. And just because he had walked into the room at all; he knew he'd done this as far as he could. Lucas wasn't his- there was nothing else to be said. Tipping his hat, he bid her good night, stepped out into the hallway, and disapparated. [/size] |
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| Bridgette | Dec 16 2007, 07:11 AM Post #45 |
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[size=1]Bridgette got up and closed the door after him, sighing. She didn't know what she was going to do from there, but tomorrow was another day, and she could figure it out then. For now, she headed back to bed, extremely tired.[/size] |
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| Bridgette | Dec 18 2007, 06:57 AM Post #46 |
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[size=1]Bridgette headed back to her flat, going inside and saying hi to her mother and Lucas. She headed upstairs quickly to put away the presents she had bought then headed dowstairs. After spending time with her mother, she took Lucas upstairs to get him ready for bed. Bridgette fell asleep almost right after her son did.[/size] |
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