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Post by Daz on Mar 18, 2009 21:47:28 GMT
When I finish a few minutes later I place a hand on his back, leaning over slightly to see if he's still breathing, "You okay? Wanna go up now?"
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Post by Jacky on Mar 19, 2009 8:26:05 GMT
"Yeah." I'm kinda glad to escape the upbeat and much to frequent chatting of the kids anyway, which isn't improving my state. I get up and after we put the bowls in the sink, I take Anouk's hand as we head upstairs together.
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Post by Daz on Mar 19, 2009 10:03:50 GMT
When we get to the room I lay down with him, my gaze staying upon his, closely, "You look terrible."
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Post by Jacky on Mar 19, 2009 10:07:30 GMT
I smirk, "Thanks. The good thing about a hangover is that you know it'll pass though. In time."
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Post by Daz on Mar 19, 2009 10:23:29 GMT
"Yeah.. yeah." I move closer to cuddle him slightly... though I'm sligthly glad all that drink got to him. Serves him right.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 19, 2009 10:27:09 GMT
I cuddle her back, tightly. I like having her back. After last night everything was so messed up I wasn't sure how easy that was going to be. Now that she's right here I feel slightly reassured.
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Post by Daz on Mar 19, 2009 10:30:35 GMT
After a while I close my eyes and we both stay silent for a long time.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 19, 2009 10:34:24 GMT
I fall asleep eventually, mostly thanks to the fact that my brain is numbed by painkillers. I keep her close against me while I sleep, my arms locked around her waist.
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Post by Daz on Mar 19, 2009 10:37:08 GMT
I sleep too. And it's a good few hours until I wake again, slipping away to go and use the bathroom, which is harder than it seems.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 19, 2009 10:39:33 GMT
When she slips away, I wake slightly, but don't speak up. I watch her leave to the bathroom and then sit up, groggily rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The drilling in my head reduced to an annoying background noise, so I´m feeling much better.
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