chasingtwisters | At the rec center. {For James}

Moira doesn't plan on actually going to the Thornton rec center; yet here she stands, in the main lobby, glancing at various pamphelts in her hand. A customer at Coombs & Co. happened to have one of these flyers in her hands, advertising a nutritional pregnancy course, and Moira, having a moment of, oh fuck, this baby is actually happening, noted the information for later. She's still trying to keep her pregnancy a secret; she doesn't need James' father, or, God forbid, her damn mother, finding out. She's in her second trimester now, apparently, and she has to actually deal with the stress in her life.

But she's not thinking about that now. She's thinking about how she woke up from her post-work nap knowing, with absolute certainty, that she was carrying a girl. She'd scryed after, just to make sure, and in a rare instance of her magic actually working right in recent days, the water confirmed her earlier vision. She doesn't know if James would want to know or not; she doesn't know how to tell him, really.

She doesn't know where things stand with James, and it's a thought that frightens her just as much as the baby herself does. She's not prepared for motherhood; she's not prepared for much of anything these days.

So she stands in the lobby of the Thornton rec center, wringing her hands as she tries to read the information about the classes while simultaneously also hoping she blends into the walls.

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"Yeah, I got to talk with Demetri," Moira says. "He told me he was looking forward to being an uncle; I told him to be prepared for diaper duty." She feels able to relax more, the longer she just sits with James. Just being with him puts her more at ease. "I think our kid will end up having everyone doting on her."

He is definitely surprised to know that Moira has spoken with Demetri, but he's also thankful to his brother for making the effort to reach out to Moira. "I think she will---" He pats her hand a couple of times before slipping it away, not wanting to making her uncomfortable. It's been so long since they talked. "How are you doing? With everything? I thought about calling you a couple of times...."

He pauses for a second before giving her a sad smile. "Honestly Moira, I don't know how to fix this, how to forget everything, but I miss you."

"She'll be a little princess," Moira says, glad to have both spoken with Demetri and letting James know she had, especially since his brother appeared to have a lot on his mind, that day.

"I've been better, truthfully," she tells him, because the truth is the least of what he deserves. "And I would never ask you to forget; I ran away. It was shitty of me. I'm trying to work on fixing it, myself."

He takes a second, hearing her words, and then he sighs shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't intend to.....you don't need to apologize again." They don't need to rehash everything. For one it isn't fair for Moira. She already feels bad enough, and if her family isn't speaking to her as well, she probably feels alone. James never wants to do that. He wants to take care of her. Still.

"You can still call me. Or come over. I would like that," he says.

"I'd like that too," Moira replies with a soft smile. "It's good just to hear your voice," she admits, playing with the ends of her hair. "I think, sometimes, you're the only one who 'gets' me."

"Me?" James asks pointing at himself, but he smiles back at her, feeling too pleased over that. He isn't sure why, but that makes him happy, to hear that he's special to her somehow. She is for him. That's why it hurt when she left, because she's special and he doesn't want to lose her. He doesn't want to give her the opportunity to break his heart either. He just felt like he couldn't trust her.

But it seems so long ago now. Or maybe he's distracted by her soft smile and the way she twists her hair in a bashful gesture. Still, leaning over, he kisses her mouth in a gentle kiss.

"Yeah, you," she says, nudging him playfully with her shoulder. It surprises her, too, that the cop that once found every excuse to throw her behind bars actually understands her better than her own family. "I'm surprised, too. In a good way," she adds.

She grins when he kisses her, returning the gesture just as gently, bringing a a hand up to stroke against his cheek.

James kisses her back, feeling immediately warm and good all over, and it's easy to see why he has missed her. She makes him happy, less grumpy and worried about everything happening with his brothers and sister and their father. He hugs her closely then pulls back for a second with a smile.

"We should go somewhere. Just for the weekend. That's not a boat full of everyone in town or our family." James says it before he thinks about it enough to change his mind. Maybe they need this. Maybe the time away will be just what they need to reconnect. He thinks maybe Moira could use a break too. "What do you think?" he asks.

She grins into the kiss, reveling in how utterly content she feels in the moment. Just being with James like this, close together and simply kissing, makes her feel grounded and as warm as though she were sitting by her fireplace back in her cottage. Something about James just feels like home to Moira; their closeness helps to soothe away the edges of her current riffs with her family members.

"That sounds perfect, actually," Moira admits when she pulls back, still smiling at him. "I think that would do us both good."

At the rec center. {For James}

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