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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Sept 21, 2013 22:28:09 GMT -5
It was just mid-morning as Katerina made her way out of her apartment building and towards the street to hail a cab. She glanced at the address she had entered into the notes on her phone for about the hundredth time, making sure she remembered it correctly. After confirming the address again she stuck her arm out, waving at a cab coming her way. Though Kat always considered it luck that they stopped for her, some people said it was just because she looked pretty.
Climbing into the cab she gave the man the address, not caring how much the fare would cost to get there she had an important thing to get done. As the cab drew closer to her destination, traffic started to get congested, slowing down until it practically stopped altogether. Getting frustrated Kat threw a twenty and two fives at the cabbie and jumped out, opting to walk the last few blocks to her destination.
As she walked she thought of the last time she had seen John, she had gotten seriously pissed at him for not wrapping “it” up while they had crazy drunken sex. She had even stabbed him in the hand with a fork, cussed him out for his lack of judgment and then kicked him out of her apartment. But the only reason she got so pissed off was because she knew it was partly her fault too. She didn’t normally get so drunk; just to avoid situations like she was finding herself in now.
As she came upon the building that housed his brother’s apartment she paused to take a deep breath. No matter what happened, either one or both of their lives were going to be completely changed after today. She walked up a flight of stairs and made her way to the apartment number that was listed under his brother Eric’s name and knocked on the door. Silently she hoped Eric wouldn’t open the door, her nerves were shot at the moment and she really didn’t relish the thought of anyone but John seeing her like this.
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Post by Eric J. Rhodes on Sept 21, 2013 23:49:51 GMT -5
Eric was heading into work early. He usually worked later on in the day, but there had been a lot of odd things going on around Illyri, and by odd things, I mean twisted and unexplained murders. As a detective for the ICPD, it was Eric's job to figure out who was behind it all.
It was as he was coming out of his bedroom that he heard the sound of someone knocking on the apartment door. With John in the shower, it was up to Eric to answer the door. Pushing his belt through the belt loops on his pants, Eric peered out the peep hole. When he saw who it was, a devilish smile crossed his face. Buckling is belt, which held a gun holster on his side, Eric pulled open the door. "Long time no see," he said, holding the door open and stepping back. "Come in, John's in the shower."
He hadn't seen Kat since she was in high school, though he had certainly heard about John's night out with her. After all, Eric had been the one to drive his little brother to the hospital afterwards."I'm about to head to work," he said, grabbing his gun and slipping it into the holster. "But is there anything I can get you before I head out? A drink? Something to eat?" He pulled on his jacket, smiling at her. "A fork?"
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Sept 22, 2013 0:15:18 GMT -5
Katerina swore in her head as the door opened up to John’s brother. She hadn't seen Eric in about eleven or twelve years but she forced a smile that looked genuine onto her face. “Hey Eric.” She said in a manner that she deemed suitable enough, given the current turmoil her thoughts were in. “That’s alright, I can wait for him to get out.” She said as she looked around the place. It was obvious it was a bachelor pad. The tons were mostly grey, white, red some black and a few other ‘manly’ colors thrown in.
Eric’s comment about the fork incident caused her face to heat up; the blood rushing to her cheeks caused them to redden in a nice blush. “He told you ‘bout that huh?” she asked ducking her head in embarrassment. Jeez that really hadn't been one of her finest moments at all. “I’m guessing he probably didn’t tell you the reason I ended up shoving a fork into his had did he?” After all that was the most important part of the story, it was the reason she was standing here in his apartment in the first place.
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Post by Eric J. Rhodes on Sept 22, 2013 2:17:35 GMT -5
Eric gave Kat a sort of apologetic smile, the look on his face clearly stating that he knew everything. It was rather humorous that Eric and John were so alike and yet so different at the same time. For instance, Eric had never been a womanizing asshole and charming may as well have been his middle name. Not that John wasn't charming, he just wasn't the same kind of charming as his brother. Eric had just always been an all around good guy who put others before himself no matter what. He was a sentinel, constantly watching out for people.
Searching for his sunglasses, Eric wondered how John would react to finding Kat in their living room. "You don't need to explain to me why you stabbed my brother with a fork, Kat." He finally found his sunglasses on the coffee table. "If I could have stabbed him in the hand with a fork without my mother knowing, I would have done it a long time ago." He was joking of course; he and John had almost always gotten along just fine. Still, he knew full well that John could be a bit of a handful at times.
Putting his sunglasses on, he offered Kat a handsome smile, similar to his brother's, though nowhere near as devilish and sinister. "I should get going..." Making sure he had everything, Eric headed toward the door. Just before closing it behind him though, he looked back. "Make yourself at home. We keep the silverware in the drawer to the left of the sink, by the way," he said with a wink, before closing the door behind himself.
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Sept 22, 2013 12:10:57 GMT -5
Kat shrugged, it was true she didn't need to tell him why she had stabbed his brother with a four pronged eating utensil in the hand. But still, it was embarrassing that he knew all about the incident, which meant his brother probably told him why she had gotten so pissed in the first place. She nodded at his words and moved to make her way into the sitting room, before turning and narrowing her ayes at him as he walked out the door.
“Well I see the sense of humor runs in the damn family.” Katerina grumbled to herself. As she walked into the living room she heard the water shut off in the bathroom down the hall. Finding the remote to the television she clicked the on button, letting the sound of the current show, Miami Vice, fill the room. It was definitely an older show and she guessed that either Eric liked watching these types of shows, or it just happened to be on that channel. Sighing she moved a few papers off the couch and sat down, pulling her legs up onto the couch beside her.
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Sept 22, 2013 12:40:15 GMT -5
Turning off the shower, John stood there for a moment, resting his head against the cool shower wall. He'd had another nightmare the night before. Since John had moved in, Eric was constantly on him about going to see a therapist... something about post traumatic stress. John had been to therapy before though and simply didn't want to go back. Climbing out of the shower, the young man rubbed his hair with a towel. He was dripping water all over, but he figured it would dry itself soon enough.
Hearing the TV on out in the living room though, he couldn't help but draw his brows together in a look of confusion. He had sworn Eric said he had to leave for work early. Wrapping his towel around his waist, John shut everything off in the steaming bathroom before he headed down the hall to his bedroom. His plans for the day consisted of him filling out job applications. He had enough money to live off of for a while, but he wanted to save as much of it as he could. Not to mention, he didn't feel like hearing from his brothers, the responsibility police.
Pulling on some clothes, John walked out into the living room, his shirt in hand and his chest bare. What he saw on the couch though, instead of his brother, gave him a bit of a shock. Under any other circumstances, he would have said something witty or charming, but seeing as she had stabbed him in the hand with a fork the last time he had seen her... his reaction was warranted. "Jesus christ!" he said, jumping slightly. It was rare that something took him by surprise like that. Pulling his shirt over his head, John's eyes quickly glanced around the room for any sharp objects that she could try to kill him with. "How the hell did you get in here?!" Eric was always locking the door. Not having seen her since their one night escapade, John had suspected that he would never see Katerina again.
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Sept 22, 2013 14:35:23 GMT -5
Katerina was beginning to get sucked into the show. She hadn't had a lot of free time to just sit and veg out watching television lately and she hadn't seen this show in years. Detective Crockett and Tubbs were undercover in a bar, trying to find a major drug dealer when John walked in. Not only did he jump but Kat jumped as well. She hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom at all.
“Your brother let me in right before he left for work, told me to get comfortable. He even was so helpful as to tell me where the silverware was kept.” Kat told him with a slight glare. She should have known though that with them being so close it would be obvious Eric would find out what had happened to his hand. “He seemed to find my showing up here amusing, but honestly I don’t find it amusing at all.” She added crossing her arms over her chest. She didn't bother getting up from her position on the couch.
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Sept 22, 2013 15:15:32 GMT -5
John gave her a slight look as a response to her annoyance. "If some crazy woman stabbed you in the hand with a fork, wouldn't you tell people?" he asked her, raising his brows pointedly. "What was I supposed to tell him? That that I stabbed myself?" Opening up the closet, he was looking everywhere for his shoes.
Hearing the last bit, he just paused and looked at her. He was obviously still rather bitter about being stabbed in the hand. Had he known that was what he was going to face upon his return, he would have stayed oversees, honorable discharge or not. "Why are you here then?" he asked, audibly irritated. "To finish the job? You might want to use a steak knife this time." John wasn't usually so annoyed, but he had good reason to be. Her stunt had landed him in the hospital, even if it was only to get stitches, which had already been removed.
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Sept 22, 2013 16:04:29 GMT -5
Well now he was the one with an anger issue. Kat couldn't really blame him for it though. She doubted she'd want to be surprised in her home by someone who had stabbed her, be it the hand or the foot or some other oriface of her body. "Jeez calm down would you, the way you act it's as if I broke your heart." She rolled her eyes at him and got off the couch. This totally was making it's way to number one on her list of worst days ever.
She had thought hard the last few days of how best to tell him that he was going to be a father and that she was carrying his child. Hell she even thought of not telling him at all but she knew that wasn't the right way to go about her situation. But no eloquent speech came to mind. Finally she just opted for the blunt truth.
"I'm pregnant John, you're gonna be a dad. Congratulations." Katerina knew her words sounded unenthusiastic and pissed off but inside she was both terrified and excited.
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Sept 22, 2013 16:53:45 GMT -5
John rolled his eyes at her and, just as she got off the couch, he found his shoes under his brother's computer desk. Bending down to grab them, her words caught him by surprise. "WHA-" he started to say, cut short when he smacked his head on the underside of the desk. "SON OF A BITCH," he said, rubbing the back of his head as he pulled himself out from under the thing, shoes in hand. It wasn't quite sinking in.
"You're kidding." Face pale, John looked at her, his blue eyes holding a similar expression to the one he had worn when he was nearly blown to pieces. He merely stared at her for a moment. "You're not kidding..." Getting to his feet, the man didn't know what to say, his gut twisting in fear. It wasn't possible, he couldn't be a father! "Are you sure? You peed on one of those sticks? Are you sure you read it right?" Unsure of what to do, he sat in the nearby armchair, sinking into it and rubbing his face with his hands.
"Are you sure it's mine?" It probably wasn't the best question to ask, but he was in shock.
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Sept 22, 2013 18:17:22 GMT -5
Katerina shook her head at him, and she thought she was losing. At the moment it looked like he just found out the end of the world was coming. “Yes I’m sure, yes I peed on one of ‘those sticks’, and yes I’m sure I read it right.” Ugh men could be so uneducated sometimes. Anything having to do with feminine products and they act like it’s a disease that will kill them if they know too much about it.
His last question earned him an angry glare. Seriously!? He just went there. Like oh my god, he was lucky she wasn’t really in a violent mood. “Yeah I’m completely sure it’s yours. Like what the hell do you think I’m some huge whore now John? Jesus. You’re making me regret even bothering to come tell you.” Kat crossed her arms over her chest again and sat on the arm of the couch, not really willing to get comfortable just in case he pissed her off and she needed to leave.
Looking at him she couldn't help but think that he better not even begin to suggest she have an abortion. She had always been against it. If you were stupid enough to open your legs and have sex without protection the you better damn well be more than willing to take care of the life you created.
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Sept 22, 2013 18:52:33 GMT -5
"Jesus christ, I'm not saying you're a whore!" John snapped, not really meaning to do so. Taking a deep breath, he rested his elbows on his legs and held the back of his head. He needed to calm down and just think for a moment. Freaking out wasn't going to solve anything and it sure as hell wouldn't solve any problems. Pulling his head up, he rubbed his hands together.
"What are we going to do?" he asked, his tone calm, but serious. He didn't know the first thing about kids and didn't even think he'd ever willingly held one, if at all. Looking at her, he was feeling a little sick. Whatever decision she made, he wanted to be involved with it. He wasn't going to make her do anything, but he had the right to help decide. They could surely set aside their differences and come up with some solution together... without stabbing each other with forks. He was ready to consider all options, even the one that petrified him the most: keeping the baby.
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Sept 22, 2013 19:13:47 GMT -5
Kat found herself feeling kind of sorry for John, she knew what he was going through having gone through it just a few days earlier. It had taken her that long to finally get up enough nerve to go through some investigative channels to get the address and then actually come here to tell him in person. She knew how scared she was on the inside, thinking about how she would be able to support herself AND a child when she only held a part time job at the college to cover her apartment bills and groceries.
Katerina looked at him and shrugged. “I’m not sure what you’re going to do. I won’t hold it against you if you decide you don’t want to be part of this, but I know I’m going to keep the baby.” She told him quietly. “It’s going to be hard, but I’ll figure out a way to do it if that’s what you decide.” She really wouldn't hold it against him, some people just weren't cut out for parenthood either at that time or ever. Sometimes it was better to just let the person go when the situation was like that, because keeping them around wouldn't help at all.
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Sept 22, 2013 20:32:42 GMT -5
John looked at her, wondering if his involvement was something that she really wanted. Whether she did or not though, he wasn't about to back out. She was pregnant with his baby. That sounded incredibly odd to him. As tempted as he was to run and hide, he...well, he couldn't bring himself to do so.
"I'm not going to leave you to take care of a baby by yourself," he said with a sigh. "Have you been to see a doctor?" He had no idea what he was going to do. He could only imagine what his brothers and mother were going to say. He was at a loss for what to do. There were so many decisions to make. For a moment, John even considered how it would effect his relationship with Kat. He wasn't exactly her favorite person and now they were going to have a kid together? Hahaha.
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Sept 22, 2013 21:06:50 GMT -5
Katerina shook her head at his question “No I haven’t gone to my doctor yet but I've made the necessary appointments already.” It had been one of the first things she had done once she had processed everything that went through her head. She wondered if he would want to go to those appointments, the ultrasounds, and all that stuff that comes with being pregnant.
The fact that he seemed to be willing to be a part of this made her respect him a little more. She didn’t really expect him to want to stay around; she just knew it was the right thing to do to let him know about the baby. It also made her feel better that she wouldn’t be going through this alone, even though she had her sister Lydia, who has already had one child, she’d still have been raising the child on her own.
Honestly Kat didn't know how things were going to go. They hadn't really had the best of reunions, well the last part of it wasn't great at least, and now they were adding a kid into the equation. One thing Katerina didn't want to do is get married just because she was pregnant which is something people would try to tell her to do. It just wasn't right for the child to have two parents together that don’t really like each other. Not that that couldn't change but that reality was a little ways off still.
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