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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 10:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2017 4:35 pm
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![User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) ❉ Sιηgℓє Mσтнєя ❉ Rανєηcℓαω Aℓυмηα ❉ Ƥσтισηєєя ❉Tiffany was furiously cleaning her house. She'd invited Brenden over, but for more than one reason. Of course, she'd only told him it was a lunch date, but she also had some very big news to share. A few days prior, she'd found out she was pregnant. After going to Nan and Cyd for advice, Tiff had settled on a good way to break the news. Unlike Cyd who had turned up at Loki's flat to spring it on him, she was in a much better place in life. Besides, she was truly and deeply in love with Brenden. Maybe they could get married, because then the girls would get to be sisters on a legal note too. Tears filled her eyes as her thoughts filled with worry. What if he was upset?! What if he didn't imagine the same quaint little family life that she did? After crying a few minutes, she pushed herself back up, taking a moment to straighten her clothes and hair. Oh, this was going to be a very, very difficult task. She finished her lasagna and tucked it in the oven, then set the table for two. She fretted over the time, trying to find things to do. Finally, she just relented to sitting in the little rocking chair in the living room, waiting on the door. Tiff wasn't sure when it would be best to tell him, but she decided he deserved honesty. It was his baby and she hoped beyond all hope that he'd be happy with the news. Finally, as it got closer to time for him to arrive, she stood, deciding instead to pace around the living room. At least it was helping to distract her. I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ Ɗᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ: “Ƒᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇѕ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ. Ƴᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ 'ᴇᴍ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ, ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅѕ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ" Sᴏ I ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢѕ ꜰᴏʀ ѕᴜʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ Jᴜѕᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴅᴏ. Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴏʏѕ, I'ᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ! Ƭʜᴇʀᴇ'ѕ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀɪᴀʟѕ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪʙᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴѕ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ѕʜᴀʀᴇ Ɓᴜᴛ I'ᴠᴇ ᴄʟɪᴍʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ, I'ᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴏѕѕᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ Aɴᴅ I'ᴍ ᴀʟᴍᴏѕᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ!
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 8:49 pm
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![User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) ❉ Sιηgℓє Mσтнєя ❉ Rανєηcℓαω Aℓυмηα ❉ Ƥσтισηєєя ❉Tiffany waited for what seemed like hours, and even though he wasn't even a bit late, she still fretted. Maybe it was because she wasn't sure of his reaction, or maybe it was just that her hormones were wild. When she heard the knocks upon the door, the woman stood, exhaling calmly. She had to at least pretend to relax. Tiff opened the door, determined to look perfectly normal. Unbeknownst to her, she looked absolutely awful, with red-rimmed eyes and messy hair. "H-hey Bren... um... come on in." She stepped out of the way a bit, inviting him inside. Her heart fluttered, the woman remembering what feelings started this chain of events. She pushed herself onto her tiptoes to gently kiss his cheek, before hugging him and snuggling against his chest. "I-I have some big news for you. I mean, about us... but not bad, unless you think it is.. then..." She sobbed again, this time glad to have someone to hold onto, rather than having to cry alone. I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ Ɗᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ: “Ƒᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇѕ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ. Ƴᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ 'ᴇᴍ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ, ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅѕ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ" Sᴏ I ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢѕ ꜰᴏʀ ѕᴜʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ Jᴜѕᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴅᴏ. Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴏʏѕ, I'ᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ! Ƭʜᴇʀᴇ'ѕ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀɪᴀʟѕ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪʙᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴѕ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ѕʜᴀʀᴇ Ɓᴜᴛ I'ᴠᴇ ᴄʟɪᴍʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ, I'ᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴏѕѕᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ Aɴᴅ I'ᴍ ᴀʟᴍᴏѕᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ!
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2017 11:07 pm
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Location: Tiff's Place Brenden certainly didn’t expect Tiffany to look like a wreck when she opened the door. Of course, he wasn’t about to say that out loud. He did however have a look of concern on his face. “Hey Tiff,” He said walking in. “What’s wrong?” He asked not sure what was going on. He was just coming for lunch last time he checked. Something had to be up though. When Tiff’s snuggling hug turned into sobbed he knew something was up. It also helped that she mentioned having some news that may or may not be bad depending on his view. At least Brenden was pretty sure it would be based on his viewpoint and not anything else. Meaning it probably wasn’t anything of the sort. Wrapping his arms around her, Brenden tried to comfort her. “It’s alright, everything’s okay.” He told her kissing the top of her head. “Like you said it’s not bad news and no matter what it’s we’ll handle it together.” If that wasn’t enough to convince her everything would be find he didn’t know what would. “Now why don’t we sit down, and you can tell me the big news?” Brenden suggested. Something told him they could both benefit from sitting down for whatever this was. Status: Here for lunch... What's Wrong? Worried / Concerned With: Tiff Wearing: Blue & Grey Outfit OOC: I think he's handling this well ouo
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2017 6:25 pm
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![User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) ❉ Sιηgℓє Mσтнєя ❉ Rανєηcℓαω Aℓυмηα ❉ Ƥσтισηєєя ❉Tiffany hugged Brenden tighter, letting him tell her it was okay. Something about being tucked in his arms made her feel entirely safe and secure. He agreed that it couldn't be bad news, and he said they would handle it together. She looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed and filled with tears. "Y-you're right, I'm justh being over-emotional." She fanned herself a bit with her hand, trying to calm her heart rate back down. She led Brenden over to the couch and sat down, taking a second to straighten her skirt with shaking hands. "Tho, the news... very big. Brenden, I'm pregnant." She looked over at him, wondering what his reaction would be. Would he be upset, excited, sad? She was so worried he'd hate her for not being more careful. What were they going to tell the girls?! Oh, it was utter chaos in the world of Tiffany Adelwood. I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ Ɗᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ: “Ƒᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇѕ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ. Ƴᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ 'ᴇᴍ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ, ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅѕ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ" Sᴏ I ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢѕ ꜰᴏʀ ѕᴜʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ Jᴜѕᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴅᴏ. Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴏʏѕ, I'ᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ! Ƭʜᴇʀᴇ'ѕ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀɪᴀʟѕ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪʙᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴѕ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ѕʜᴀʀᴇ Ɓᴜᴛ I'ᴠᴇ ᴄʟɪᴍʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ, I'ᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴏѕѕᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ Aɴᴅ I'ᴍ ᴀʟᴍᴏѕᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ!
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Location: Tiff's Place Over emotional? Somehow Brenden thought there might be some truth to that. However, if it was big news it had to be more then just that. Needless to say, Brenden did the best he could in the meantime until he could find out what was up. Taking a seat on the couch next to Tiffany he waited patiently for her to explain. Hopefully getting her to tell him what was going on would make things less stressful on her end. How bad could the news be? The words I’m pregnant played in his head for a moment. Brenden’s mind slowly absorbing the information. However, it didn’t take long for a smile to appear on his face. He’d been lucky to get the chance to raise his second daughter. Truthfully, he never expected to get that chance again. Needless to say, he was thrilled. “That’s great news.” He exclaimed taking Tiffany’s hand. “I know it wasn’t something we planned for but it’s still great news.” He added brightly. Then came the thoughts of the future and of the girls. He’d been thinking about the future for a few months now. Perhaps now would be a good time. “Tiff… I know this is probably the last thing you were thinking about and I don’t want to stress you out more then you already are… But what would you say to us getting married?” Brenden asked. He was being one hundred percent serious on this one. Truthfully, he didn’t think the girls would have any problems with it. He only wondered what Tiffany would say to it. Status: Here for lunch... Excited / Curiously Uncertain With: Tiff Wearing: Blue & Grey Outfit OOC: He did it ouo
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![User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) ❉ Sιηgℓє Mσтнєя ❉ Rανєηcℓαω Aℓυмηα ❉ Ƥσтισηєєя ❉Tiffany was so scared to tell Brenden about their accidental pregnancy. Somehow, by the gods above, he wasn't angry. In fact, he seemed super happy about it. Maybe he was excited for a chance to raise a baby while not fighting off external demons. Maybe he was excited that there would be a different mother, or that the baby would have two parents. Regardless, she was excited that they would be a family. "Really? That's so great... I was so worried, Bren." She wiped her teary eyes with her hand, sniffling quietly. She was so glad to have such a wonderful guy. And hey, it'd gone better than when Cyd delivered the same news to Loki all those years ago. When Brenden spoke up once more, Tiff looked up, eyes sparkling with tears. He was saying he didn't want to add stress to her, but he'd already lifted the biggest stress. He then asked her if she would marry him, and the tears started anew. "Yes! Oh, Brenden yes! I would love to marry you!" She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tight. "We can have the wedding this summer, maybe? So the girls can attend. Don't want to pull a Milo!" She laughed, remembering how Milo and Wyatt getting themselves into trouble with Kalin and Thane. She hugged Brenden again, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ Ɗᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ: “Ƒᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇѕ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ. Ƴᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ 'ᴇᴍ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ, ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅѕ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ" Sᴏ I ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢѕ ꜰᴏʀ ѕᴜʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ Jᴜѕᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴅᴏ. Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴏʏѕ, I'ᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ! Ƭʜᴇʀᴇ'ѕ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀɪᴀʟѕ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪʙᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴѕ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ѕʜᴀʀᴇ Ɓᴜᴛ I'ᴠᴇ ᴄʟɪᴍʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ, I'ᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴏѕѕᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ Aɴᴅ I'ᴍ ᴀʟᴍᴏѕᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ!
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