Jinx didn't own a suit, never had. What he did own was a pair of neat black trousers and a black button up shirt to go with it. It was an outfit that he didn't wear often, but it was still more than he wanted to. Sometimes he thought about getting rid of it, a sort of 'don't encourage the worst' mentality, but then he always needed it again.

He didn't know where he was walking to )
By the time the first pink bouquet arrived at the hospital, Yvonne had taken charge.

"Get it out of here," she'd hissed to the delivery man - the poor delivery man just doing his job and having no idea of the sort of horrible situation he'd walked into. But the flowers had to be collected and so Yvonne did it, throwing them - and the CONGRATULATIONS! balloon - into the closest bin.

... )
When Jinx really thought about it, it was a little odd.

He'd moved from Manchester following Delilah so many years ago and here in London he'd met so many new people and made a completely new life for himself. After all the women he'd been with since coming to London, in 20-freaking-14 he was back with Tallulah - one of the very first girls he'd dated - and they were on the verge of having a baby and starting a family together. After all the friends he'd made and after Delilah leaving London for years and running away from everything, Jinx had ended up practically living with her now; Delilah, who was almost his oldest friend in the world.

It was weird that all life's turns had led him right back to the people he started off with. He didn't mind though.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Delilah demanded from where she sat at the kitchen table, flicking through her magazine.

"Nah," Jinx said, waiting for the kettle to boil, "it's nothing. Just thinking what a loser you are."

"Fag," Delilah told him, because goddamn Jinx had the most obvious fond face in the world. And living with Tal, Delilah saw that expression a whole lot from him.

"Telling my baby mama about that crack," Jinx informed her. "Hey Tal!" he called out so that Tal - in the living room - was sure to hear. "Your roommate thinks I'm faggy!"
In two(ish) months, Jinx was going to be a father. That was a lot. Jinx's own parents - while loving and decent people - had been difficult to connect to once he hit his teens and they divorced, and Jinx had serious worries about turning out the same way. What if Alice hated him? God, she wasn't even born yet and he was already trying to work out the clearest tactic to keep her on his side when she hit her teens.

He loved her though, that much he knew for sure. She only existed as an idea and, more recently, as a thing that kick against Tal's stomach and made her flesh move like there was an alien inside. (He'd already bought a tiny baby shirt for her that said, in bright pink letters, "Lil' Chestburster".)

Tal and Jinx had decided against the idea of living together )
Being nearly seven months pregnant, Tallulah decided, was pretty fucking horrible. She didn't feel the persistent and unforgiving nausea anymore. Now there were swollen ankles and crowded lungs and a very active fetus kicking her bladder relentlessly. She was always hungry and she felt tired no matter how much she slept. Because being pregnant meant she couldn't do her normal job, she was stuck in the little ticket counter at The London Dungeon, which she hated.

After leaving work at five, Tallulah took a taxi home. She was exhausted, but she still managed to text Jinx as she ascended the stairs to her room. She just wanted him to come over and pamper her because she didn't have the energy to pamper herself. She needed food and a foot massage and hell, maybe he could draw her a bath and then eat her out afterwards. All of that sounded really great right about now.
“How’d it go?” Jinx asked as Delilah entered her room. She’d been out all day with Pierre trying to keep people together. Well, Delilah had been doing less of keeping people together and more trying to make amends. She still didn’t know where she wanted to be with Pierre- “You love him” “Would you shut the fuck up, Jinx?”- but she did know she didn’t want him to be upset. And this whole Renee…thing was upsetting him. She didn’t really care too much about the two girls…but Pierre? Delilah could have bitch slapped Renee all the way back across the English Channel for that.

“It went…well, sucky.” She dropped down on her bed next to him and wondered, not the first time, why the hell Jinx had taken over her room and why she wasn’t kicking him out.

“And how’s your boyfri- don’t hit me!” He flinched away and she let her hand fall down onto her stomach as she lay looking at the ceiling.

“He’s not.”

“I know, darlin.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

A long pause and silence filled the room.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he told her.

Del shrugged. “He’s…” Sad. Hurt. My poor Pierre.

“Sucky?”

She sighed and closed her eyes. “Yeah.”
“How’d it go?” Jinx asked as Delilah entered her room. She’d been out all day with Pierre trying to keep people together. Well, Delilah had been doing less of keeping people together and more trying to make amends. She still didn’t know where she wanted to be with Pierre- “You love him” “Would you shut the fuck up, Jinx?”- but she did know she didn’t want him to be upset. And this whole Renee…thing was upsetting him. She didn’t really care too much about the two girls…but Pierre? Delilah could have bitch slapped Renee all the way back across the English Channel for that.

“It went…well, sucky.” She dropped down on her bed next to him and wondered, not the first time, why the hell Jinx had taken over her room and why she wasn’t kicking him out.

“And how’s your boyfri- don’t hit me!” He flinched away and she let her hand fall down onto her stomach as she lay looking at the ceiling.

“He’s not.”

“I know, darlin.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

A long pause and silence filled the room.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he told her.

Del shrugged. “He’s…” Sad. Hurt. My poor Pierre.

“Sucky?”

She sighed and closed her eyes. “Yeah.”
Marco had dropped Del, Ry, and Lexie back at the house and Delilah had moved inside more slowly than the others, dawdling slightly with her backpack. Download had been excellent- of course- but it had been a lot of time around Pierre. Or, more correctly, a lot of time trying not to be around Pierre. She didn’t even know how to react to him. It was all too much to think about and it weighed down in her mind. Christopher weighed on her mind an unnatural amount recently too. At Download she swore she’d seen him a few times. So much so that one of the times Scarlett’s brother James had almost had to spin her around to get her attention. Christopher was like a ghost following her along and Pierre was his shadow. )
Marco had dropped Del, Ry, and Lexie back at the house and Delilah had moved inside more slowly than the others, dawdling slightly with her backpack. Download had been excellent- of course- but it had been a lot of time around Pierre. Or, more correctly, a lot of time trying not to be around Pierre. She didn’t even know how to react to him. It was all too much to think about and it weighed down in her mind. Christopher weighed on her mind an unnatural amount recently too. At Download she swore she’d seen him a few times. So much so that one of the times Scarlett’s brother James had almost had to spin her around to get her attention. Christopher was like a ghost following her along and Pierre was his shadow. )
Lee woke up twisted and sweaty sheets, his legs arm and leg completely hanging off the bed. It was bright outside, he'd slept last and half the morning was already gone. He'd dreamed of fire again, but it was the same as last time; nothing specific, nothing more than the image of flames and thick, black smoke. They weren't horrific, but they weren't all that pleasant either.

Lee made a note of it in his journal and put it out of him mind, turning his thoughts to the day ahead. He'd never woken up in an empty house before and the silence was slightly unnerving. Like there were a couple of devilish siblings waiting out in the hall to ambush him. The fact that there was actually no other soul in the house really drove him the fact that he was in another life now. He went downstairs and turned on the stereo, then took a shower as Jim Morrison's voice felled the empty walls.

After his shower, he ran up the stairs, singing and naked just because he could. Hey, he could spent the entire day naked if he wanted to, but... no. He wanted fried eggs and bacon for breakfast and frying naked was a bad idea. A few minutes later he was still bouncing round, singing loudly, but clothed and with breakfast well on the way. There was a knock on the door and he turned down the oven to go and answer it (maybe his fire dream hadn't been completely banished from his thoughts) taking his spatula-microphone with him.

"Good morning!" He opened the door to the dark haired boy standing on the doorstep.
Jinx )
Lee woke up twisted and sweaty sheets, his legs arm and leg completely hanging off the bed. It was bright outside, he'd slept last and half the morning was already gone. He'd dreamed of fire again, but it was the same as last time; nothing specific, nothing more than the image of flames and thick, black smoke. They weren't horrific, but they weren't all that pleasant either.

Lee made a note of it in his journal and put it out of him mind, turning his thoughts to the day ahead. He'd never woken up in an empty house before and the silence was slightly unnerving. Like there were a couple of devilish siblings waiting out in the hall to ambush him. The fact that there was actually no other soul in the house really drove him the fact that he was in another life now. He went downstairs and turned on the stereo, then took a shower as Jim Morrison's voice felled the empty walls.

After his shower, he ran up the stairs, singing and naked just because he could. Hey, he could spent the entire day naked if he wanted to, but... no. He wanted fried eggs and bacon for breakfast and frying naked was a bad idea. A few minutes later he was still bouncing round, singing loudly, but clothed and with breakfast well on the way. There was a knock on the door and he turned down the oven to go and answer it (maybe his fire dream hadn't been completely banished from his thoughts) taking his spatula-microphone with him.

"Good morning!" He opened the door to the dark haired boy standing on the doorstep.
Jinx )

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