Post by fallon arien rodriguez on Jan 7, 2012 1:15:40 GMT -5
The twins were in bed, and Fallon had to admit she is beyond exhausted. She walked into her and Dom's room and changed for bed. Once she had on her black yoga pants that said "kick it" on the butt, and her purple tank top, she crawled into the middle of the bed with a sigh. She loved this bed it was so much more comfortable then her bed at her parents. She opened her laptop and turned on tv trying to unwind from the long day she had had. Today had been her first day back to school and it was crazy. No teacher, except for Dom that was, gave her a break. It drove her a little crazy but she understood it all the same.
She flipped through the channels till she landed on FX. There was usually always something good on there. She placed the remote on the table by her side of the bed and leaned against the headboard. As she was talking to her friends, her eyes moved to the screen and saw that American Horror Story was on. As much as she knew she should she couldn't turn it off. She messaged Dom, who was down stairs and asked him when he was coming to bed because she knew she was going to be scared and need to cuddle.
She moved so she was in the middle of the bed. She didn't know why but every time she watched a scary movie she thought that something could get her from under the bed. And being eighteen hadn't changed that one bit. She might be a mom, and live with her boyfriend, but she was still a big scaredy cat when it came to things that went bump in the night.
She frowned a little as she thought about the past couple of weeks. Dom had been pulling away from her again. The last time he had done that they had almost broken up. She didn't know what she would do now if they broke up. She didn't want to go back home to that big empty house all alone with the twins. A small part of her felt like it would serve her right, for even being dumb enough to think that somebody like Dom could love her and want to be with her, even though she was the mother of his children. Most of the time she felt like he just felt he was obligated to be with her because she was the mother of his children. Well two of them anyway.
She flipped through the channels till she landed on FX. There was usually always something good on there. She placed the remote on the table by her side of the bed and leaned against the headboard. As she was talking to her friends, her eyes moved to the screen and saw that American Horror Story was on. As much as she knew she should she couldn't turn it off. She messaged Dom, who was down stairs and asked him when he was coming to bed because she knew she was going to be scared and need to cuddle.
She moved so she was in the middle of the bed. She didn't know why but every time she watched a scary movie she thought that something could get her from under the bed. And being eighteen hadn't changed that one bit. She might be a mom, and live with her boyfriend, but she was still a big scaredy cat when it came to things that went bump in the night.
She frowned a little as she thought about the past couple of weeks. Dom had been pulling away from her again. The last time he had done that they had almost broken up. She didn't know what she would do now if they broke up. She didn't want to go back home to that big empty house all alone with the twins. A small part of her felt like it would serve her right, for even being dumb enough to think that somebody like Dom could love her and want to be with her, even though she was the mother of his children. Most of the time she felt like he just felt he was obligated to be with her because she was the mother of his children. Well two of them anyway.