THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART, BABY; morgan

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Finally, Tim shut his laptop, rolling off of his bed and taking a moment to stretch out his cramped muscles. Usually, he would have been nervous about going to someone's house out of nowhere like this, but he felt strangely comfortable with Morgan. She reminded him of his little sister, in a way. Except she was pregnant. And owned horses. And lived on her own in Jacksonville. Actually, she was nothing like his sister, aside from the whole being younger and being a girl thing. But that was enough for Tim. His big brother instinct had kicked in, and it made this whole crazy idea seem absolutely normal. He strode across the room, picking his gloves up off the table and collecting his jacket from the floor near the closet, humming absent-mindedly. He was also careful to make sure he had his wallet; he could remember, vaguely, a night when his dad returned home without whatever food his mom had asked for during her pregnancy, and it had not been happy times. He didn't want to tempt fate by neglecting to arrive at Morgan's with the necessary marshmallows.

Locking the dorm door behind him, Tim shook his head, choosing to focus on the task at hand. Where was he going to get marshmallows, anyway? He couldn't remember ever having to buy them in Jacksonville, though the grocery store was an obvious enough place. That would be his first stop. He would travel there on-foot, then take the bus down to the general vicinity of... he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, flipping it open and navigating to his inbox. "Pearl Street," he mumbled, scrunching his eyebrows together. He didn't know Jacksonville very well, but he was fairly sure that Pearl Street was where the more expensive homes were located. The name itself sounded posh and slightly stuck up, to be honest, but what could you expect? It would just have to deal with his worn out, Pay-less running shoes walking all over it. He smirked at the thought, arriving at the grocery store and making his way inside.

Surprisingly, it took all of five minutes to locate the marshmallows and pay for them. Now that he actually had them in his hands, he was even more excited about the deliciousness to come. Plus, hanging out with Morgan. Despite her hormones and the possibility of baby-leg-shaped bumps appearing in her stomach, she actually calmed him down. He was a bit skeptical when it came to feeling her belly, though - hopefully she would forget about that by the time he arrived. Then again, she didn't seem like the type who would let him off the hook so easily... he was still terrified that she would make him go to the barn and see her vicious, man-eating horses or whatever they were. He hopped onto the bus, trying to strengthen his resolve against agreeing to any such shenanigans. But if Carter could convince him to watch Nightmare on Elm Street, Morgan would have no problem convincing him to approach a couple of horses. The sad, sorry truth.

It took a bit longer than he'd expected to get to his stop, but once he was there, Tim hurried. She was probably already mad that he'd taken so long to get going in the first place, and making her wait longer than absolutely necessary wouldn't help anybody. As he rushed down Pearl Street, he only allowed himself to be slightly awed by the houses on either side. These were definitely not student housing. These were legit. Morgan must be loaded. What was it with Tim and having rich friends? If he ever decided to become a golddigger, he decided, he would be off to an excellent start. Grinning at the thought and clutching his offering of marshmallows, Tim soon located Morgan's house, quickly straightening his jacket before making his way to the door and knocking loudly. His eyes drifted to the bell, but he decided against it: he would use it as a last resort. He let out a long breath, eager to get out of the cold before hypothermia set in.

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Morgan closed her laptop abruptly, and pushed it to the side. Her eyes were puffy from crying, but getting on the chat and talking to Tim sure helped. She actually smiled a couple of times. Though with her hormones, she changed emotions quickly. One moment she'll be laughing and the next second she'll be on her knee's sobbing. Slowly, she stood from her couch and waddled over to the kitchen, one hand on her back. Morgan already had a natural pouty bottom lip, but in times where her back hurt this much, she looked like a child. She swung the fridge open and pulled out a medium sized container, setting it onto the counter and pulling out a spoon. She opened the container, the sweet scent of the cream cheese chocolate mixture she had made instantly made her mouth water. She scooped a bit of the chocolate into a large coffee mug and began to lick off the spoon, taking a quick glance out on the back porch to make sure the fire was still burning.

She continued to scarf down chocolate for a couple more minutes before she heard a knock. She looked at the door, unsurprised. She set the cup down and washed her hands off, being sure to take her time. Normally Morgan wouldn't be so rude as to make someone wait out in the cold, but she had to wait for what seemed like forever for her marshmallows! They had better be coconut covered. She opened the door all the way, shivering a bit at the rush of cold air. She glanced awkwardly from Tim, to the marshmallows in his hand, and back to his face. After a moment of silence, without a single hint of emotion, Morgan smiled, waddling back a little to invite him in. "Sorry I was cleaning something. How are you?" Morgan didn't have much of a liking for small talk. She turned and walked to the kitchen, licking the spoon she had used in her cup once more, and grabbing the chocolate. She looked at him for a second, smiling innocently, and turned, walking to the large glass double doors that opened to the small secluded, fenced in bonfire pit. It was almost like a pit. The seats were down and the fire pit was even lower. Morgan stepped down into the pit and sat on the blanket covered bench that surrounded the fire.

It was almost like it wasn't outside. The ground had a special foam like carpeting that made the whole area almost like a big room with a fire pit inside. There was a roof above them, but a hole directly above the fire. Morgan set the bowl to the side and grabbed the graham crackers. She sunk down a little in the deep red cushion of the bench and pulled one of the blankets to sit between them in case he wanted any. She looked at him, still smiling, but it quickly faded. " I got a lot of money when my parents passed away." She looked around the room, and then back to him. "I grew up really high class, but I didn't want to. I always wanted to kind of be average, you know?" She stared at the fire and shrugged, managing to snag the marshmallows as she spoke, she had opened the bag and popped a fresh one into her mouth. She leaned back into the cushions and sighed a little.




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As Tim waited, he shuffled his feet on the doorstep, watching his breath cloud up in the cold evening air. What was taking Morgan so long? Did he even have the right house? He opened his phone once more, looking at the text with the address. As far as he could tell, he hadn't made a mistake. Maybe she just hadn't heard him... he raised his fist, intending to knock once more. Fortunately, the door finally opened, and he dropped his hand to his side thankfully. "Hey," he grinned, holding up the marshmallows, "coconut, right?" His smile faltered at her blank face. Maybe she'd had some sort of drastic mood change in the past fifteen minutes and was no longer interested in s'mores. But he was here now. He was just about to prepare himself for a proper barge-in when, finally, Morgan spoke. "Oh, I'm good," he answered in relief. Then, remembering his manners added, "and you? Or is that a dangerous question to ask?" Tim followed her inside the house. Immediately, he detected the smell of chocolate. It seemed as if they would be having s'mores, after all.

"That smells awesome," he informed her, his mouth watering. If helping a friend in need couldn't get Tim to drop everything and run off to Pearl Street, the promise of food certainly would. That was pretty much the first rule of getting Tim to go anywhere: offer food. He raised an eyebrow at Morgan's innocent look, following her eagerly through the doors to where the fire was burning brightly. Joining his companion on the blanket, he opened the packet of marshmallows, then looked over at her. "By the way, is this seriously your house? I wish the dorms had a fire pit like this. That'd be so cool!" Plus, the school would be able to make a fortune selling marshmallows on the side. Everybody would win. Sometimes, Tim thought he should be in charge, just so he could give the people what they really wanted. However, he didn't voice this opinion. He didn't want to risk being taken seriously.

Though they weren't exactly out in the open air, Tim still felt a bit chilly, and pulled one of the blankets over himself. As far as awkward starts went, this wasn't his worst: a fact he was quite proud of. As Morgan began to speak, he nodded. "I think everybody kind of wants to have the 'other' life, you know? In one way or another. Not to say you aren't unique, or anything," he laughed, hoping the simple display of humour would help to brighten her up a bit. He let her have the marshmallows, still savouring the idea of s'mores. After all, once you started eating, you would eventually become full, and that kind of took the fun out of it. He opened his mouth, about to add that her money would come in handy for raising a kid, but quickly remembered that she'd mentioned putting her baby up for adoption. Thank God his mind was alert tonight. At her sigh, he glanced over thoughtfully. How could he make her feel better? That was the big question. "Are the marshmallows up to standard?" he asked, buying himself time to think of something that would actually improve her mood.

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"Oh... I'm fine." Her voice was passive, dismissive. She looked from the fire over to him, then to the marshmallows, grabbing the bag. After prying the stubborn plastic open, she pulled one out and bit it in half, smiling a little at his comment. She did have a pretty nice house, yeah. "Oh... yeah. It's actually smaller than I grew up in... Though... It's a lot of house for one person, you know? I'm thinking of selling it. Maybe moving into a duplex or something smaller." She half smiled at him, trying to keep the conversation away from her drastically changed life. It tended to steer to more negative things in that case. Personally, Morgan tended to be a bit on the snobby side without knowing it. She tended to complain, but felt that she had the right to. What with all of the crap she had gone through the past year. She not only needed human socialization, but she needed pity at times. Everyone did. Morgan, though, didn't usually get pity. It was like they all treated her different because of what was under her shirt.

She humorlessly chuckled after he spoke about her being unique. "Well everybody has their own story. Mine seems to be a little more on the disappointing side. I always wonder what it'd be like to have grown up without traveling, or with the ability to walk past something you want in a store. If you have enough money, you just get it. You don't even think." Her mind seemed to be in a different place as she spoke, her eyes finding their focus back to the fire. She stared as the flames danced and licked the air. Her eyes only looked away from it when Tim spoke again. She looked at him and smiled warmly, nodding. "Yes, they're exactly what I wanted. Thank you." She forgot she had the other half of the marshmallow in her hand. Quickly, she popped it in her mouth and swallowed it. Her hand then rested on top of her stomach, and she offered him a stick to cook his marshmallow with. "Don't let me have it all, though." A little laugh left her, and she looked down at her stomach, her eyes distant again, her smile gone.

It was hard for her to think about giving up her babies. She knew that as soon as she saw them, she would have cold feet on giving them up. She would think that she could take care of them, and that what her babies lacked in family she could make up in love and care. But in reality, in her mind she knew that she would never be able to have her babies with her. They needed to grow up with aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins and even something as simple as a father. Morgan's heart ached at the thought of Robert. How he had promised her so much, and then how sudden he turned on her. There weren't any warnings. He just... left. Her face was now solemn because of thoughts of her past. It was almost like she forgot she had company. But after a swift kick from one baby to the rib she jumped a little, looking at her stomach firmly, she looked over at Timmy, a bit taken back again. She had spaced out. "Did you... want to feel? They're awake right now." She smiled a little, trying to be persuasive.




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Tim gave Morgan a searching look, not quite believing the claim that she was fine. "Really?" he asked, after watching her rip open the marshmallows. He wasn't going to pressure her beyond that, but he knew it was always important to ask twice - especially in situations like this. Girls plus 'I'm fine' usually equalled big trouble for members of the male population, and so he was always very careful about it. He raised his eyebrows when she informed him that this house was smaller than the one of her childhood. "Seriously? Did you grow up in a mansion?" he asked. He'd always wanted to live in a mansion. One with secret passageways and ghosts and attics full of miscellaneous objects from centuries passed. He highly doubted she'd grown up in quite so awesome a place (and, if she had, he was extremely jealous), but even regular mansions were cool. He looked around, considering her decision to sell the house. Then, almost hesitantly, he asked a potentially dangerous question: "so you're absolutely sure he's not coming back?" Maybe it was a bit early in the evening to talk about it, but Tim would take his chances. If she didn't want to dwell on depressing things, she could change the subject.

Tim nodded at Morgan's next words. He understood what it was like to have money, to an extent, because Carter had always been willing to share. Though, he'd grown up in a regular middle class family and had also experienced what it was like to need to be careful about spending. "Yeah. I guess it really comes down to figuring out what you need, and what you only want. If you have less money, you learn that you actually need less in the first place. But if you've got enough money, it's like you said - you don't have to worry about all that," Tim replied, watching her watch the fire. It suddenly struck him that he knew a lot about Morgan's life: the loss of her parents, her pregnancy, her boyfriend.. even her horses. But he didn't actually know Morgan herself. And yet he felt as if it were his duty to help her somehow. Maybe it was all that big-brotherly power he hadn't been able to use for his real sister.

As Morgan's smile returned, Tim grinned, glad he'd managed to do something right. As she ate her marshmallow, he pulled one from the bag, preparing to shove it into his mouth. However, she offered the stick before he could get it that far, and while the scent of coconut and sugariness was quite tempting, he knew it would be exponentially better toasted. "Oh, thanks," he took the stick, pushing the marshmallow carefully onto its point before returning his attention to her, "believe me, I won't let you eat them all. In fact, you're lucky you're getting any." It was a classic joke, and not particularly clever, but humour was the one thing Tim felt he could offer. As he saw her smile fade once more, he let out the slightest of sighs, wrapping an arm over her shoulders and giving her a friendly squeeze. He couldn't decide whether to distract her from her thoughts, or whether he should just let her reflect for a moment. As it was, he let the silence stretch on, hoping the crackling of the fire would be comfort enough.

Tim had just begun roasting his marshmallow when he felt Morgan jump. He looked over, concern quickly turning to understanding when he that she was staring at her stomach. He bit his lip slightly, thinking about how strange it was that there were two little lives inside of her at this very moment. "They probably want some marshmallows," he decided, smirking. He knew he would, if he were trapped in some woman's belly and getting fed through a cord. When Morgan invited him to feel the kicking, Tim gave her an uncertain look. "I've never... I mean, I don't know.." he stammered, gaze drifting down to her stomach. He was curious, he had to admit, but also hesitant. He wasn't sure why; what was the worst that could happen?

ooc lmao he's all 'I ain't touchin' no baby stomach, woman.'

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Morgan tensed a bit when she heard Tim ask if she really was fine. Her brows furrowed a little and she stared straight ahead into the fire, nodding briskly. Both of her small hands had tucked a bit under her belly, almost as if she was cradling it. When he spoke "mansion" her face lit up a little, and she laughed a little. "Something like that, I guess. Well I don't know. We had a couple different homes, but never stayed at one place long. My parents had... A private jet, so when they'd go on a business trip I'd follow along. I've been everywhere. I've seen everything." Though she spoke of her life, and she knew she had seen greater things than many other people, Morgan spoke in a tone that wasn't cocky, she wasn't bragging. There was actually a tone of sadness in her voice. She didn't want it at the time, but now... She would do anything to have that life back. She missed her parents and, even though she didn't particularly miss flying all over the world, she would still be able to deal with that if she had her parents back.

When Tim spoke again, his question threw her off a bit. She took in a little breath, as if stricken by cold, and tensed up once more. She thought about it, and her eyes filled to the top with tears, but she didn't look away from the fire. The air in her lungs were held in for a long moment and she swallowed back tears. The things he had said that day. The things he had done. Even if he wanted back in she wouldn't let his ass come through the front door. She stared into the fire until the tears in her eyes, successfully not spilling over, faded away. Her lips tightened a bit and she blinked, keeping herself composed. "No. He's gone." Her voice shook a little and she looked away from him, looking outside. It was a very hard topic for Morgan to discuss. Mostly because it was the freshest wound on her heart. Her and Robert had discussed schools for both of the babies, they did the baby room and bought baby clothes and cribs together. And now he was gone. He was just... gone. And not only that but all of the pressure of the two lives inside of her were on her shoulders. She had to choose the babies' futures. That was a lot of pressure.

She didn't really respond to him talking about money and things that you need. In fact, it was probably safe to say she completely ignored him. Her mind had become distant again, but his arm over her shoulders distracted her thoughts, and she looked at him. He was unusually comforting. She decided against flipping out on him, though. Instead, she relaxed a bit onto him, one hand on top of her stomach, and the other reaching for another marshmallow. She watched him, a little smile tugging at her lips. "It's not that bad. You can just feel and if you don't like it I'll never ask again." She held her hand out for his. Morgan was always a pushy kind of girl. But Tim seemed like he needed a little push to get to do things. He obviously never grew up with anything Morgan did. Because if he had, touching the top of her belly wouldn't be a big deal.




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Tim bit his lip slightly. It wasn't too difficult to see that Morgan was anything but fine, and he wasn't surprised by this fact. However, she seemed quite determined not to talk about it, and Tim had a feeling that pressuring her would only create trouble for himself. So, he dropped it. At least he'd managed to make her laugh at his question about the mansion. He raised his eyebrows as she talked about her life. It seemed like it would have been amazing to grow up like that. However, there was something about the way Morgan spoke that made him think she hadn't always been entirely happy with the constant travel. "Really? Everywhere?" he asked, quite sure there was no way she'd managed to explore every square inch of the planet. "Do you have a favourite place?" he asked, leaning back a bit and looking over at her curiosly. Maybe getting her to talk about something she loved would remove that note of sadness from her voice. He just had to find the right topic.

The moment he finished speaking, Tim knew it had been a mistake to ask that question. Obviously, the wound created by Robert's leaving was still very fresh, and he'd basically given it a good, hard jab. Idiot, he reprimanded himself, expression one of fearful concern. He glanced to the fire, then back at Morgan, pretending not to notice the threatening tears. How could this Robert person have done such a thing, anyway? To leave someone who was so vulnerable, who was pregnant with his babies? Tim would have never been able to, that was for sure. "Okay," he said quietly. Then, voice almost a whisper, added, "sorry." He gave Morgan an almost hesitant look. He hadn't meant to upset her, but he'd never really had to deal with someone quite like her before. He was bound to make a few mistakes.

Tim was quite oblivious to Morgan's lack of interest in what he was saying, until he finished speaking and noticed the blank look on her face. Well, she hadn't asked him to shut up, so that was good. When Tim got nervous, he tended to talk a lot about nothing, and he figured he'd managed to go off on some sort of highly irrelevant speech. Luckily, he hadn't lost her for good; as she made her return to reality, he gave her a small smile, hoping his presence was providing at least some level of comfort. Inevitably, his eyes flickered to her stomach as she rested her hand on top of it. Instantly, he knew he was doomed. She was going to make him feel it. He could almost see a mischevious glint in her eye as her lips curved upward. He gave her a suspicious look as she continued speaking. "But.. it's just.. there are people in there," he argued, glancing accusingly at her belly. As she held out her hand, he gave her a pleading look. "It's okay, I can imagine how it must feel." However, Tim had never been an especially stubborn person, and to tell the truth he was the slightest bit curious. Like she said: he only had to do it once. Maybe he would like it. Maybe he would turn into one of those people who goes around, grabbing pregnant women's bellies in search of their next baby-kick fix. Sighing, he relenquished his hand, pressing his lips together and trying not to seem too nervous. "I swear, if an alien rips itself out of your stomach while my hand is there, I'm never going to forgive you," he warned, though he knew it wouldn't make any difference whatsoever.

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"Well it sure feels like I've been everywhere." Her tone switched to sarcastic, almost irritated. "I was never happy. We would sit in one place for three months, at most, and then have to move again. I never had friends, I never had relationships. I had a new teacher all the time. It was so exhausting." She rested back with a semi-dramatic sigh, her eyes shutting. After his question, though, her eyes opened. She looked less irritated and more thoughful. "My favorite place... I liked Australia a lot. The Great Barrier Reef is something you never get tired of. I swam there when I was only about fourteen." She nodded a little. "I wish we never moved from there. It was so peaceful on that beach." Once again her eyes drifted shut. She didn't even acknowledge his apology. In fact, she almost wanted to start yelling at him for even bringing the subject up. She should have smacked him. How dare he!

Morgan smirked a little when he acted so nervous to touch her belly. She looked down at it, and then back up at him. "It's okay if you don't want to that badly. Robert never felt them, either. It must be a guy thing." She smiled at him reassuringly, but sadness soaked in her eyes, and she couldn't look at him. Her eyes fell back onto her round stomach and her hand gently ran over the tightened fabric of her shirt. When she saw his hand she gently grabbed it, leading his hand to the closer side of her stomach, and almost instantly one of the babies tumbled around. Her face wasn't really readable. She was trying to deal with discomfort. She looked at him, staring for a moment to look for a reaction. His comment made her roll her eyes, a humorless smirk on her lips. "I'm sure we'd both be dead if an alien popped out of my stomach." She snapped back with a bit of a tone.




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At Morgan's reply, Tim held his hands up defensively, never having meant to offend her. Or whatever she was right now. Now he understood why his dad had acted like a frightened rabbit around his mom during her pregnancy. Maybe he should talk to him over Christmas, get a few tips about how to handle the situation... then again, asking his dad about dealing with pregnant women might give him the wrong idea. If Tim was going to come home with any sort of shocking news, knocking a girl up would not be it. Realizing his thoughts had gotten a bit off-topic, he forced them back on the right track, trying to think of a way to calm Morgan down. "I don't doubt that," he nodded, mentally kicking himself for even trying to disagree with her. "I can't imagine what that must have been like... I've lived in the same house my whole life. The biggest move I ever made was from New York to Jacksonville," he told her. He wondered if she would be offended to hear that he, opposite of her, had always wanted to travel. He decided not to mention it yet.

His eyes widened as she spoke of Australia. "You got to live there?!" he exclaimed, not bothering to hide how impressed he was. "I can understand why you would be upset about having to leave. What was it like?" He definitely intended to go there at some point in his life. To be honest, Tim was surprised when she let his mention of Robert slide. Of course, he'd probably used up his one free pass on this one; he would have to be careful if he didn't want her to kick his ass all the way to pluto. Fortunately, as he became more comfortable, he tended to have more control over what he was saying, and was quite confident in the possibility of avoiding another slip-up.

Tim was not pleased with the amusement Morgan was having at his expense. Did she not understand how serious this all was? There. Were. People. Inside. Her. Stomach. What if they didn't want him to touch them? He knew the alien fear was completely irrational, but somehow it seemed like such an invasion of privacy. Smart as Tim was, his mind had never been especially scientific. He much preferred to imagine things, which tended to cause problems, such as thinking unborn babies would be able to hate on him. All the same, he just couldn't say no. Especially after she compared him to Robert. As she placed his hand on her belly, he glanced away, feeling a bit awkard. Until one of the babies moved. The moment he felt it, his mouth dropped open and he turned back to her with an expression of awe. "Oh my god!" he exclaimed, grinning, "that's so cool." He felt it move again, and laughed excitedly. "No wonder people just come up to you and grab your stomach. It's so weird...but so awesome." He shook his head, finally removing his hand and looking down at it curiously. It appeared unchanged. He rolled his eyes at her comment about the aliens. "Yeah, yeah. Details." He smiled warmly in her direction. It was amazing how much more at-ease he felt after feeling the baby kick. It was like magic.

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Tim's reaction to Morgan living in Australia made her lips tighten into a little grin. She nodded and looked at the fire. Her hand, with a mind of it's own, managed to grab another marshmallow without crumpling the bag and making much noise. She bit the marshmallow victim in half, and looked at him, her eyes thinking. "It was so beautiful. I have a scrap book of just Australia. Actually, I scrap booked every place I lived since I was seven. " She popped the other half of the marshmallow in her mouth and swallowed it. "I can go get the book, and maybe something for us to drink. In a minute." She added the last part mostly because she didn't want him to pull his hand away from her and tell her he was dying of thirst just to get out of touching her stomach. She leaned back into the seat, watching his hand. When he reacted, she smiled a little, looking at him.

"Yeah. It feels more weird when you're actually carrying them. Feels like... well... I don't know it's kind of its own feeling." She half-shrugged, grabbing another marshmallow and eating half at a time. "I'll be right back." She slowly managed to get to her feet, quite a task for her size but not as impossible as it will be later in her pregnancy. She walked past Tim and opened the door into her house. She paused a moment and put her finger out to him, signing him to hold on a minute. She walked inside. It was a little warmer in the house than at the fire pit, but only because the fire warmed up one side of you. She grabbed her scrap book of Australia and two bottled waters, and a bag of pretzels. She walked out and set the pretzels and her bottled water on the opposite side of her, away from Timmy. She set the bottled water she got for him between them and put the book in her lap. "I've got most of my souvenirs from Australia. We stopped in Hawaii for a couple of weeks because we went from Australia straight to Montana, where I met Robert." She opened the book. The first page had pictures of the great barrier reef from the plane's view, and then the page beside that had the beach view of the ocean.

Morgan flipped absent-mindedly through the pages but suddenly stopped. Her eyes were set on one picture at the last page. It was her and Robert. She forgot to take that one out. It was a picture of both of them mounted on their horses. She looked so skinny... and happy. The smile she held in that picture was more than she had shown since her parents disappeared. It was as if Morgan was isolated in a little box. She forgot Tim was there and didn't say anything. She just stared at the picture, her eyes exchanging from interest to sadness, but tears didn't spill out. Robert wasn't a bad looking guy. He looked like a cowboy, but he didn't look dirty or anything. In fact, he was really well dressed in that picture. Morgan squinted at the picture, bringing the whole book a few inches closer to her to get a better look. After a moment, she set the book back into her lap and closed the book, absently setting it over in Timmy's lap without looking, and sighed a little, leaning back and watching the fire, her expression still fairly sad.




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Tim was proud of himself for having made Morgan brighten up, small as her smile was. If only he could stop himself from saying stupid stuff, he might be able to keep it there permanently. Once she had finished extracting her marshmallow from the bag, he grabbed one for himself, popping it into his mouth and chewing as she spoke. He raised his eyebrows when she told him about her scrap books. "Weawy!?" he exclaimed, voice muffled by the marshmallow. He swallowed, giving her an apologetic look. "I mean, really? That's so cool! I'd love to see them." Tim had always wanted to travel, and was practically addicted to hearing about the world. "Cool," he replied when she said she would be getting water. Maybe he wouldn't have to touch her stomach after - 'in a minute,' she added. It was all he could do to suppress a groan. Morgan was simply too wise for her own good.

"Well, I don't mind touching your belly. Having them inside of me, on the other hand..." Tim shook his head, smiling softly, "let's just say this is a big enough step for one night." In a way, he felt as if he'd made a sort of connection with her unborn children. Then again, every single stomach-molesting baby enthusiast probably suffered the same disillusions. "Alright," he nodded as she began to rise, moving as if to help her. However, she managed it on her own, and he had no choice but to relax. As she disappeared into the house, he turned back to the fire, considering the strange situation he'd gotten himself into. He didn't really understand how it had happened. One minute, he'd been talking to random people over the internet, and the next.. well, he'd ended up befriending an unpredictable pregnant girl. And now he was at her house, eating marshmallows and feeling her belly. It was almost creepy how close he felt to her.

As she returned, Tim shook himself a bit, clearing his thoughts. He eyed the pretzels, but didn't dare ask for any. He could be content with water and her Australia scrapbook. "Wow.." he looked down at the first page, leaning forward in order to see the pictures better. "It's amazing. Does it really look like that?" He glanced up at her, eyes alight with curiosity. "Or is it like a million times better?" Photos rarely did reality justice. At least, not when it came to nature. As she continued turning the pages, he turned his attention to the scrap book once more. Every once in a while, he would mutter another, "wow," along with the occasional, "holy crap," or "ooh." Of course, as she flipped to the last photo, he got a confused look on his face.

When Tim raised his eyes to Morgan once more, he received the answer to his unasked question. So, this must be Robert. He hadn't noticed how small she was in the photo. He'd only seen her smile. Now, having a front row seat to the present-day Morgan, he could see how much she had changed. It almost made him angry, to see how much the loss of her parents and Robert had affected her. Even though there was nothing he could really do to change the past, he desperately wanted to. When she handed over the book, he gently lifted it from his lap, placing it on the other side of himself and returning his arm to its previous place around her shoulders. "Thanks for showing me," he said quietly, looking at her uncertainly.

ooc aww, now I'm really sad.

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His reaction to the photos enlightened Morgan on how it must have been to never have traveled much before. She watched him more than the scrap book, humoring his reactions. She almost smiled up until she saw the picture of Robert. It was like the mere thought of him sucked all the happiness and joy out of Morgans' soul. She couldn't be happy anymore as long as she thought about him, but Robert would forever be engraved in her memory, he was a black hole, a leech on her happiness. She would have stood up and left the room in tears, but she felt Tims arm around her shoulder. It was an oddly reassuring feeling, and she couldn't help but remove her sad, spirit-less eyes from the fire and into his. When Morgan looked into Tims eyes, she saw something she didn't see in anyone else before. Not even Roberts' eyes. Tim's eyes gave off that he still had care in the world. Like there was something out there for him to accomplish and in that very moment, Morgan felt jealous. When Tim spoke again, Morgan looked away from him, into the fire. She knew she would never have that spirit. Not even now. After everything she had been through, all of the strength she found she had, Morgan knew she would never have the motivation or spirit to care as much as Tim did.

She nodded a little. "I'll have to show you the others sooner or later." She absent-mindedly looked down at her belly, her hands both resting on top of it. After a moment, Morgan leaned over and put her head against his shoulder. It wasn't like she was trying anything. She just... needed someone right now. Timmy was there, and he seemed to want to be there. She sighed and closed her eyes. "I wish I never took my life for granted." It wasn't really intended for Tim to hear, but she said it out loud, loud enough for him to hear. But Morgan didn't really care at the same time. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked up at him, not moving her head from his shoulder. She forced a smile. "You have pretty eyes. Roberts' eyes were blue, too. Well, blue-green." There. She said it. But she couldn't keep looking at him. She looked down at the fire, her eyes tired. It wasn't hard to tell Morgan had very strong feelings for Robert. She loved him, she really did. She would still have a hard time saying no if he came back on her front door. Morgans heart was fighting with her mind, and she wasn't sure which one was winning.




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