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Happy New Year, Baby ::Callum:: Jan 3, 2014 22:13:06 GMT -5

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Why was she such a fool for Callum? He was the only one that treated her like absolute filth and now she was like this. She was advised against travelling to the United Kingdom because of a parasite. A parasite that she had to keep for another few months until it could be safely exiled from her body. March the 8th was the set date so far but apparently it could be three weeks earlier, setting a date of February the 15th or two weeks late, making it's expulsion from her womb March 22nd. There was a lot Clover despised about her situation and yet she couldn't kill her little parasite. She had chosen to give it nutrients from her body and until she could finish her school year, her parents would help her out, her mother moving to America soon while her father stayed in England. It was going to be hell but it was her decision. She could not in all good consciousness kill the life that grew inside of her. It was a part of her.

She'd been owing with Cal and through all the swearing and threats it was decided he was going to come here if he wanted his Christmas present. She refused to go to New Zealand to see him, especially if it just meant watching him flirt with that blonde virgin he wanted to turn into his own little whore. Clover wasn't in love with Cal and she knew he had other women, but she still found herself jealous of the attention he gave others, especially when she was around. She wanted his attention, she wanted his compliments but she knew that was all part of why she was so addicted to him, she wanted his approval, she wanted him to love her but she knew if he ever did, she'd grow bored of him and move on, though now she didn't really have a choice, she couldn't ever move on because of one little growth.

But here she was now, standing in a busy bar, throwing darts. She was playing alone but she had become like a local. She was living in a room upstairs and hadn't minded it. Her blood pressure was now managed by medications which meant she was unable to fly or apparate long distances. She was basically trapped in America but it could have been worse. She only had 9 more weeks to go. Something that made her feel a little nervous when she thought about it like that. She threw a dart hard and it just missed the triple twenty score. She threw the next and it hit right next to the first. Aiming her last dart she took a deep breath and threw it, just as the bar door opened and a cool wind blew in. She landed the triple twenty and stood up straight, walking to the dart board she collected her darts and wrote down her score on the black board.

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Happy New Year, Baby ::Callum:: Jan 3, 2014 23:09:24 GMT -5

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Women, just a fucking hassle most of the time. All they do is bitch and moan when they want something and when you try to give it to them all do is nag that you’ve done it wrong. That is why he hates relationships. It makes everything so complicated, women want to have the title on emotional attachment. Love. The word makes him want to roll his eyes and spit in disgust. Love is an imaginary thing that makes us feel better when we are feeling lost and want acceptance. Love was something that he never got growing up as a small child. Therefore he doesn’t know how to show love, at least in the right matter. His form of ‘love’ is completely different. His love comes in the form of bruised skin, bite marks, and red faces. His love comes in the form of dominance.

Now he was sitting in the middle of a crowded plane surrounded by families traveling for the holidays. He was on his way to America to see his girl, Clover. He has been a bit busy since the last time they met back in New Zealand. He went underground for a few months to do a few ‘odd jobs’ to earn him a few extra dollars in his pocket. He was worried that the Ministry might be tagging his movements so he opted to used Muggle transport instead of apparating his way. He groaned in annoyance as he felt the kid behind him kicking at his seat. He peered over the head rest and pointed at the kid while his mother was looking for the flight attendant. “Look kid, you kick my seat again and I’ll break that little foot of yours.. you got me” His hissed, narrowing his wild eyes when the kid flinched. He sat back down in his seat and smirked when the kicking stopped. What can he say, he has a way with children.

A few hours later the plane had finally landed and everyone was grabbing their carry-ons, filing out the door like ants. While Cal was reaching up for his bag in the over head, he noticed the kid from the corner of his eye. He looked down and saw the kid study him for a moment before running off to catch up with his mother. “smart kid” Cal mumbled to himself while pulling out his bag. Once he was out of the airport he hailed a taxi and slipped inside of the smelly machine. He gave the address to the driver and leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes to rest for a bit. He thought of Clover as everything turned back. He enjoyed her company more than any body else. She knew how to push his buttons but in the right way to get punished. She was a freak like that, but he liked that about her. What they had together seemed so right sometimes. And Lottie….she was completely different. He just wanted her cause she was a pretty virgin. He has always been a possessive person. He hasn’t spoke or seen Lottie since that night. He had left the next day to go underground.

When the taxi came to a stop Cal opened his eyes and peered out the window. They were outside of a pub…well bar is what they call it here. “Keep the change, use it to buy one of those pine cone air freshener” He murmured while handing over the change. He grabbed his bags and stood outside of the door. He wondered how hard it would be to find Clover in this place. He pushed opened the door using his elbow and hip and took a step inside. The smell of cigarette smoke and booze filled the air along with the soft sounds of the jukebox in the background. His eyes scanning the area for his girl. Finally they caught the glimpse of blonde hair in pigtails and Clover’s back was facing him. He walked over to her as she was playing darts by her lonesome. He was taking his finally step behind her when she walked away to collect the darts of the board. That is when he noticed her stomach….her swollen stomach. His eyes grew wide as all his bags fell out of his hands and hit the floor with a thud. She was pregnant. Really pregnant. His eyes glued in shock on her stomach.

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Happy New Year, Baby ::Callum:: Jan 4, 2014 1:18:53 GMT -5

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Clover laid the chalk down on it's rest and looked at her first score of a new game. 80 was not what she had wanted but she was getting better. A bit later she'd play a game of poker with the guys after closing and win herself a little money. They'd all be drunk or tipsy and she in her state would be far from enjoying the rich abound of alcohol at the ready for those willing to pay.

Clover took a step back and turned to see a familiar face. Cal was here a little earlier than she'd anticipated. His bags were on the floor and his face just about said it all. Clover sucked in the right side of her bottom lip and bit on it. She'd truthfully been dreading this moment. She had no idea how Cal was going to react to this but there was one thing that would be different, while she was carrying her child, she wasn't going to let Cal lay a hand on her. Sure the pregnancy had come as a bit of a shock and she enjoyed herself when Cal was rough with her but she had someone else's life to think about now.

Clover stood, rooted to the spot, unsure of what to really say. She hadn't practiced anything because she thought she'd know when the time came but standing silently she was lost for words. She figured he'd probably need a moment to come to terms with what was happening. She supposed he'd be mad, furious in fact, that she hadn't told him what was going on, that he was soon to be a father, that in six to eleven weeks, he could become a father to a precious little baby, their precious little baby.

"Hey." She said a little timidly. She knew she was safe here, it was crowded and no matter how furious Cal would get he wouldn't get violent with her here. Half these men were like family to her now, looking out for her, bring her bits for when the baby was born and some even offering up their homes for her, thinking she was homeless but truth was her family probably had more money than the lot of them combined but she chose to stay here rather than in some posh hotel. Here she could socialise and actually get to know people. Still she was still faced with a big problem right now. The somewhat violent father of her child was stood, looking at her watermelon sized stomach. "Happy New Year, baby."

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Happy New Year, Baby ::Callum:: Jan 6, 2014 1:41:31 GMT -5

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Callum stood there in front of Clover in the middle of a crowded bar, frozen stiff in shock as his blue eyes remand on her swollen belly. He had made it perfectly clear early in their ‘relationship’ that if he EVER found out that she was sleeping with another man that he will make it a point to her that she will regret it. He highly doubts that the baby was a result of some other man. His mind quickly went back to the last time they had sex and judged the best he could at the width of her stomach. It has been a few months ago and she looked like she was in the late stages of her pregnancy.

He swallowed hard at the sudden realization and then finally looks up into Clover’s eyes. He just stared at her for a long moment as he tried to think of what to say. He wasn’t prepared for this at all and was a bit overwhelmed. He took the moment to pick up his bags off the floor and walked over to her, taking a hold of her hand before leading her towards a table near the back of the pub. He took a seat at the table and flagged a waiter, ordering a bottle of whiskey for himself and a glass of water for his woman. Once the waiter turned to leave he looked back at Clover.

“Happy New Years, baby”

Callum scoffed a bit, not really in the mood to play games with her at the moment. “So your pregnant….why the hell didn’t you tell me about it? And you better hope that baby is mine or else we have a problem.” Cal tried to keep his voice as calm as he could. He was furious that Clover hide the fact that she was pregnant from him but if the baby was his…he didn’t want to lose it as quickly as he found out. Soon the waiter returned with the bottle and glasses. Cal took the glass of water and sat it in front of Clover, giving her a stern look. “How far along are you?” he asked, twisting off the top of the bottle. He was still in a bit of shock so when he went to pour the whiskey into the glass, his hands shook slightly.

He quickly placed the bottle back down on the table and took a hold of his glass, throwing back the liquid and felt the burn all the way down his chest. It was enough to steady his nerves for a few moments. “I trust you have been taking care of yourself and the baby?” He knew that Clover was a smart girl, too smart to be with him but he wasn’t going to say that out loud. He trusted her to take care of herself and keep the baby health along the way.

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Happy New Year, Baby ::Callum:: Jan 6, 2014 6:33:23 GMT -5

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There was never any use playing cute with Cal, it wasn't the type of act he went for, not in a permanently. She could act it to start with and then wind him up in just the right way, have him put on his macho act and treat her like absolute dirt. She liked it like that. Cal treated her differently than everyone else. Her parents gave her whatever she wanted and she just got used to life being treated like a princess, Cal put a stop to all that and showed her a more exciting side to life, but now they were paying the price of all that fun.

Cal took a seat and ordered himself a drink. Of course, what else was new? It wasn't as if he'd want to talk sober about this, but she was ready. She wasn't going to be left alone until Cal was gone, she wasn't going to head to her room alone with him either. She planned on staying within sight of others, staying safe. She knew what Cal could get like but if he raised a single hand to her while she was pregnant, she was going to destroy his life.

The talk with her parents had been awkward. She'd told them a bit about Cal and they'd been somewhat disappointed but not surprised. They were both free-lovers and suspected Clover would be a wild child like themselves, a lover not a fighter. If only they knew her real side. Still they didn't much like the sound of Cal. She'd told them he was called Callum, she thought it made him sound like a bit more of a gent but telling them he worked in a bar in New Zealand hadn't helped the cause for they'd always hoped she'd settle with a sensible but happy guy her own age, someone that would provide and take care of her and make her the happiest she'd ever been. Clover's parents had tried looking into Cal themselves, they had a lot of contacts around the globe, but she wasn't sure how much they'd found on him, Clover wasn't entirely sure if Callum was even his real name, it could totally have been a cover and she would never have known, Cal wasn't really the sharing type.

"Yeah." She said, rubbing he hand over her stomach as she looked down to it. She could no longer see to her toes. Her ankles are a little swollen and she wasn't supposed to spend too much time on her feet, yet here she was, standing, watching her stomach as she felt a kick against her hand. "Of course it's yours, I'm not some stupid whore. I didn't tell you sooner because I figured it's not the sort of fucking thing you tell someone through an owl." Clover had found that her emotions were all over the place. Her temper was up and down and the slightest of sob stories set her off with tears streaming down her face. She'd told herself that when she saw Cal she would be strong, not just for herself but for their child.

Taking a deep breath Clover took a seat, clenching her jaw, hand still on her stomach but she was not looking at it, she was looking to Cal. She'd never really talked to him in that tone before without expecting a beating. "I've got nine weeks to go. I'm due the 8th of March." She said, her hand rubbing over stomach. It was a habit she'd picked up. She was spending a lot of time alone, laying on her bed, reading books and trying to get ahead of her class mates. She'd probably have to take a week or so off when she had the baby so she was going to have to catch up on everything before hand and the more she read up on before the baby was born, the longer she could take off with her newborn. And Cal.

Clover had been taking care of herself and her baby. She nodded to Cal and looked down to her bump. In her own weird way she was connected to her little parasite. She supposed she should be, she should love her child, her little baby and she supposed she should love Cal on some level but truthfully she wasn't sure how she felt about Cal, the future and what sort of role he would have in their child's life.

Using her spare hand she pulled the glass of water Cal had ordered for her closer. She started tracing her finger around the glass in a wavy back and forth motion, playing with the condensation. "I know this is a lot to take so if you wanna ..." She was going to tell him that if he wanted to bail or meet up tomorrow, that'd be fine with her, she would pretend not to care either way, but with her emotions in full swing, she had no idea how she'd feel after anything he might say.

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Happy New Year, Baby ::Callum:: Jan 12, 2014 18:42:26 GMT -5

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Callum looked down at the glass he held between his hands and ran his thumb along the side of it. Clover was going to have a baby soon. His baby. He was going to be a father. The thought terrified him and for the first time in his life, he was actually shaken. He doesn’t like to admit that he was scared but this was scaring the shit out of him. He didn’t know the first thing about kids let alone how to be a father. His mind just drifted to the memories of his own father and he knew he would never be like him. He hated his parents. They shouldn’t have been allowed to have children in the first place.

"Of course it's yours, I'm not some stupid whore. I didn't tell you sooner because I figured it's not the sort of fucking thing you tell someone through an owl."

Cal quickly snapped his eyes over to Clover when she spoke to him with that bitchy tone and was tempted to correct it. But he didn’t. His eyes just dropped to her hand that stroked at her stomach and took in a deep breath to calm himself. He was going to have to learn to control his anger around her now that she was carrying his child. He slid the glass aside and looked over at Clover. “You could have called me and said you wanted to talk. Damn it Clover, I have a right to know there things. ” His voice was calm but his tone suggested that he was still a bit sore about being the last to know.

"I've got nine weeks to go. I'm due the 8th of March."

His eyes widen a bit at the face that she was close to giving birth. He let out a long exhale of air and rubbed the back of his neck. The room suddenly felt like it was 100 degrees and beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. He used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe at his face then looks back at Clover. “I didn’t think it’ll be so soon” he admitted, reaching over the table and grabs her glass of water. He quickly brings it to his lips and takes a few big chugs. He placed the half empty glass back down in front of her and hooked his finger into the collar of his shirt, pulling at it a bit. It was clear that he was nervous.

"I know this is a lot to take so if you wanna …”

He released his collar and dropped his hand onto the table top, his eyes blue looking back over to her. “I am not going anywhere. We need to talk about this…you are having my child…and that makes you my old lady.” That was about how affectionate Cal got…It still comes out as a sweet insult some how. He slowly slid out of his seat and walked over to her as she sat there in her seat. He looked deep into her eyes while nervously reaching out a hand towards her stomach. His fingertips lightly brushing against the soft material of her dress before his hand spread across her swollen stomach. Slowly a genuine smile pulled at his lips as he lightly rubbed at her belly. “What are we having? Is it a boy?” He asked while dropping his eyes to his hand and her stomach.

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Happy New Year, Baby ::Callum:: Jan 12, 2014 23:58:57 GMT -5

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Clover hadn't really wanted Cal knowing that she was pregnant, not in the early days. She hadn't thought of terminating the pregnancy because that was something she could never live with, however she didn't want Cal losing his cool and maybe beating her until she lost the babu. She had thought long and hard, gone over every scenario, even something like this, but she couldn't risk him being too angry, he was an unpredictable man who she really knew little about. The way he was with her was one thing, but was he like that with everyone? Did he find pleasure in putting people down? Would he do that to their child as he or she grew up? Clover didn't want that to happen but she wanted to give Cal a chance.

"That's what this visit's for, talking. I've had school the rest of the year. It would have been pointless meeting up for just one day during that time, at least this way you can take some time to think it over and I'll be near by." That was part of her reasoning, the other was she didn't really want to tell Cal until she was further along. He had his life in New Zealand, she understood that. She wondered if he went and got that job at Aridorn as groundskeeper, if he'd fucked Charley like he'd wanted. James was all the way over here so it would have been no problem for him to get into her panties.

9 weeks probably didn't sound like a lot of time, but for Clover it felt like forever. She wanted to get to full term and have a happy, healthy little baby but she also wanted to get the kid out of her as soon as possible. Pregnancy was horrible and uncomfortable. She was constantly nauseous, had weird cravings and got poked and prodded by complete strangers now on a weekly basis. She had to be on medication because her blood pressure had risen and her feet and hands were swelling with all the extra fluids she was carrying. She was constantly hot and even though it was winter, she was kicking the bed sheets off at night and the kicks were freaky. She sometimes could make out her baby's foot or hand, it didn't seem right but the squishing of the bladder and the kicks under the ribs were just horrid.

Clover felt trapped by the fact she was having Cal's baby. She was fine with being a mother, she always wanted to be a mother some day and it was just happening sooner rather than later but Cal seemed to think that she was his now. True she mostly was. She'd never cheated on him despite the fact that they weren't really in any sort of normal relationship and he had whoever he wanted in the mean time but now she had to think beyond Cal and to her baby, she wouldn't be a good mother if she was with Cal and constantly suspecting he was cheating, she'd be angry with him and she didn't ever want to be angry around her child, she wanted to keep all that sort of negativity away from him or her. Still she knew that what Cal was trying to say was a nice thing, about as nice as he ever got.

Cal had moved and was touching her stomach. He seemed nervous about the whole thing but Clover had gotten used to her stomach becoming public property to her friends, but when strangers thought it was a good idea to reach out for a feel she got downright nasty. Pregnancy had made her a much bigger bitch than before. "I don't know. I didn't want to find out the gender." Truth was she desperately wanted to find out the gender but she wanted to talk to Cal before she found out because if he wanted to be involved then they could find out the gender together, as parents. If he didn't care or only wanted one gender, then she'd find out alone on the day that she gave birth.

Placing her hand over Cal's she guided him over to the opposite side of her stomach where the baby had been kicking. "Pin's kicking over here." She said, waiting for another kick. She'd nicknamed the baby Pin because on her first scan the baby had looked like the head of a pin.

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Happy New Year, Baby ::Callum:: Jan 18, 2014 16:58:53 GMT -5

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"That's what this visit's for, talking. I've had school the rest of the year. It would have been pointless meeting up for just one day during that time, at least this way you can take some time to think it over and I'll be near by."

Callum looked over Clover’s face and just nodded. It was probably for the best. She was a smart girl and needed to finish her schooling in peace and he understood that. Well, he tried too. Plus, she had a life outside of him and he knew that. He had his life as well. His life mostly involved illegal activities and bad situations just so he could make money to live. He would have to change that now that he has a kid coming. He didn’t want to get shipped off to jail…or worse Azkaban and miss out on watching his child grow up. Maybe he could open his own Car Shop one day. Be the grease monkey that he was born to be and do what he loves.

He looked over her once against and smiled. “I thought pregnant women were suppose to be glowing” he teased, tensing up for a smack. Clover looked miserable sitting there in front of him. She looked swollen all over and didn’t look very comfortable sitting there. He felt bad that she was going through this alone but she didn’t have to any more. He was there and he wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. “Imma take care of you and this baby.” He said while pressing his forehead against hers and staring intensely into her eyes, daring her to say something otherwise.

"I don't know. I didn't want to find out the gender."

He lightly moved his hand over her stomach as carefully as he could. For once in their ‘relationship’ he was worried that he might hurt her. He smiled a bit as his hand traveled the curve of her belly and doesn’t remember being so happy before. He was going to be a father….sure he hates kids in general but his child would be awesome. “When is your next doctor’s appointment?” he asked, secretly hoping to go so he can see the ultrasound. He wondered what it will feel like seeing his child for the first time. The thought caused a small lump to form in his throat.

"Pin's kicking over here."

He blinked a bit when she guided his hand to the other side of her stomach and waited. It seemed like the whole world went still and silent as he waited for some sort of movement under his large hand. He let out a startled laugh when he felt a strong kick against his palm and looked back up at Clover. “Wow…that is amazing.” he said a bit breathless. He continued to feel a few kicks and pokes under his hand and didn’t want to move away. “Pin?” He asked. It was a nice nickname. He would probably give the child a nickname that related to cars.

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Happy New Year, Baby ::Callum:: Jan 20, 2014 4:25:21 GMT -5

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Clover narrowed her eyes at Cal. Was he serious right now? Was he really wanting a slap? "You're lucky I'm too lazy to punch you." She said though she figured he was right. Pregnant women were supposed to glow. Clover bet if Charley got pregnant then she would glow and be all perfect and proper and elegant and more perfect again. God the girl made Clover angry, so angry she wanted to have angry sex with Cal right on the table, taking control of him whether he liked it or not. Clover took a deep breath. Her hormones had been out of control and the horniness came and went like a bullet. Her fingers had certainly gotten a work out during this pregnancy.

Clover smiled. Cal seemed like he really wanted to be a part of this, that he wanted to take care of her and the baby. "You don't have to. Daddy's got enough money to support me and the baby." She said, knowing that could be a sore spot for Cal, but she'd used her gentle voice to try not to get him all riled up. She couldn't be fucked arguing with him right now. Her hormones were angry that she hadn't shoved him to the floor and mounted him in front of everyone and so now, instead of crazy horny, she was ready for a damn nap.

Cal wanted to know when her next Dr appointment was. She wondered if he wanted to come along and maybe if she could arrange a scan for him to see the baby. "Three days time. I have to go every week because the pregnancy is fucking with my body." She looked at his hand on his stomach. "If you want to come you can. I can arrange a scan too, so you can see the baby." She looked back to him, she wanted to see his reaction. She could never tell with Cal whether he was going to react the way a normal person would react or if he'd go mental and throw a bloody table against the wall. He was unpredictable which, while many would not deem a suitable quality for a father, was something that made her happy.

Clover was happy when Cal felt Pin move and his reaction to it. He seemed genuinely happy about the baby but Clover still wasn't willing to let her guard down but she wanted to give Cal a chance. Just the one, but a chance none the less. "Yeah. Pin." She said simply. She could explain it better another time, when she showed him a picture of the first ultrasound.

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Happy New Year, Baby ::Callum:: Jan 27, 2014 23:10:55 GMT -5

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"You're lucky I'm too lazy to punch you."

Callum grinned over at Clover and shrugged off the comment. “Yeah, I’d love to see that one. You waddling around the pub trying to catch up to me” He stated with a wide grin as he picked on her. He honestly loved how Clover looked pregnant. He could see her carrying all of his children some day but right now he needed to focus on the one growing inside of her now. “You just look uncomfortable is all” He added on before she actually threw a punch at him. He didn’t want her ending up hitting her stomach against the edge of the table.

"You don't have to. Daddy's got enough money to support me and the baby."

He felt his whole body tense up a bit when she mentioned her rich daddy and turned away from her eyes to glare off. He needed to put a cap on his anger but he needed a minute to cool down before he could open his mouth to reply. He just sat there quickly, glaring at the spot on the wall before turning back towards her. His jaw tight. He took in a slow breath and closed his eyes. “I am the father of this child and I want to support him…or her” He said through clutched teeth. He slowly loosened up a bit and sighed. “Can we at least attempt to do it on our own?” He asked

"Three days time. I have to go every week because the pregnancy is fucking with my body."

He arched his brow a bit when she said something about the pregnancy messing with her body and it confused him a bit. “What do you mean? Everything alright? The baby ok?” He asked, his hand still on the curve of her stomach. He placed his free hand on the top of her shoulder and scoots it over to cup the curve of her neck.

"If you want to come you can. I can arrange a scan too, so you can see the baby."

He let his thumb running along the front of her throat in gentle stroke and smiled down at her. “It’d like that. I want to see what he or she looks like” He grinned. This was probably for most human he has ever been in all his life. Finally excited for something and genuinely happy for once in his miserable life.

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Happy New Year, Baby ::Callum:: Jan 31, 2014 7:02:13 GMT -5

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Clover glared. Sometimes she was just not in the mood to mess around and talking about her waddling just built up her anger. Maybe she really would punch Cal in the face. It was no less than he deserved, she was sure. There was always something that he should be punched for.

"Of course I'm uncomfortable, I'm getting ready to push a watermelon out of my body." She said snappily. She was not good pregnant, it didn't suit her. She could be bossy, demeaning and a fair bit of a bitch and that was when she wasn't pregnant. The pregnancy hormones were pushing her to extremes. She either cried at nothing or was a complete bitch. She only covered middle ground if she knew she had to or if she was after something.

Clover knew she'd get on a nerve with that comment and she was totally fine with that. In fact she enjoyed angering Cal right now. It had been something she'd enjoyed a lot but she'd really missed it through her pregnancy. She liked when Cal punished her but she supposed that wouldn't be so great while pregnant. Once this kid was out of her and she was back to as normal as she could be, she was going to go crazy with Cal ... or maybe some other guy. She'd been faithful to Cal for what she considered a long, long time. She'd never had another guy and he'd been with as many girls as he had wanted. "You're a bar tender in New Zealand and I'm a student. How are we going to afford a baby without daddy's money?" She wasn't even going to bring up the fact that she wasn't even sure if the two of them would be a couple though she wasn't going to let the fact linger.

Clover shrugged her shoulder's a little. She was casual about what was going on with the pregnancy and her body. She supposed with it all being new to Cal it was a big deal. "Nothing really. Just my blood pressure's a little high because of the baby, but Pin's fine." That was a good enough explanation. She didn't want to have him worrying over what complications could occur. She quite liked the feel of his hand against the crook of her neck.

"Pretty much a bunch of grey blobs stuck together at the moment." She said, thinking she would have seen more, gotten an idea of what the baby might look like but it wasn't that great. Still it was great to see her little Pin's heartbeat and moving about within her body. "I should probably go back to my room and get some rest. I should be spending my spare time resting." This was a lot for Cal to take in, she knew that, but she also needed her rest.

T A G ;; Callum Oscar Grey
N O T E S ;;
W O R D S ;; FourSeventwo
R A G S ;; Clover VIII
O T H E R ;; Hair and make-up