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Date Posted: 07.03
Author: Kyrian
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Skeeter 's message, "inside" on 07.03

(She paced the small area of floor in her room that was not covered with baby things, reading the paper and trying to psyche herself into usng the damn contraption. You've faced armed men, Gia.. it's a stinking pump, get over it.. With a heated sigh, she kicked the door lightly so that it clicked shut, and took a seat in the amazing rocking chair that Justin had bought. She tugged her tank off and laid it over her belly, before loosening her bra and sending a silent prayer before following the instructions on the little diagrammed pamphlet.) (Skeeter's answer came within minutes of the text he sent, since he had used a direct line to the commander. Remy was far beyond reminding everyone that his direct line was for emergencies.. since everything with his men was an emergency.. like when Haylie needed grapefruit. He had glanced at his wife and smirked before answering the text, fending off Shay's repeated What? Why are you smirking? What is it, Remy?.) It's not f'd up, Skeet.. quite normal. Shay didn't need a pump, she had a husband. (He was grinning now, and knew that Shay wouldn't relent until he had told her what the conversation was about, but that was half the fun of remaining silent despite her pouting. He looked down at the mottled Dane pup sitting at his feet. The male had a way of looking at him that reminded him startlingly of himself.. like he was looking straight through you. His son used the pup's shoulder to pull himself to his feet and grinned at his mother. He shifted, shielding the screen from Shay just to make her pout all the more.. he would make up for it later.. right now it was entertaining him.)

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