petitetiaras:

That one time when Charlotte showed up at the ball and stole all the princes. 

@Jim

lightcomingoffmysails:

Jim sighed and rolled his eyes, taking a small step away from her. “No, just…” Running both hands through his hair, he looked at her for a second. “Just forget it.”

Without another word, he picked up his coat and left their room, wincing when he closed the door a little louder than he’d meant to. He wasn’t sure what had set him off, but he suddenly felt… suffocated, like he didn’t remember how to take deep breaths. Was it the talk of a baby? Was it the fact that he’d snapped at Lottie? Had it just been a long day? Or week? Was marriage just somehow a hell of a lot more than he bargained for? And the fact that he felt he couldn’t breathe was making him panic, which just made breathing harder… he couldn’t handle this.

Shaking every thought he couldn’t process from his head, he left out the back door and grabbed his solar surfer. In seconds, he had it turned on and was headed to… anywhere he felt he’d be able to breathe and push away the thoughts that were suddenly weighing down on him.

Just when Lottie thought everything was finally better, things took a turn for the worst. Shocked to say the least, she watched Jim walk out without hesitation, her mouth gaping open. It took a moment for her to process what had just unfurled in front of her, and she soon found herself racing after him, her pulse hammering in her ear.

She was too late; all she could see of him now was his outline that was swiftly shrinking as he soared away on his solar surfer. Hopelessly confused, she sunk to the floor, her back against the door frame and her feet straddling the wide-open, sliding glass back door. What had she done wrong? He said he wanted to have a baby - or at least that’s what she think he said; who could tell? - and she agreed, not even hesitating to give up her boutique to make him happy..

Burying her face in her hands, she cried. “I can’t do anything right,” she muttered into her hands, which were soon damp with her black mascara-tinted tears. 

@Jim

lightcomingoffmysails:

“Yeah, well, so?” he snapped back just as loud, growing more frustrated by the moment that they couldn’t seem to just reach an agreement. “You don’t think there’s stuff I want to do? Of course there is, but I don’t do it because I know it’s not right for us. Lottie, we’re married now, and at some point - whenever - we’re going to have kids. We’ve got to think about things as a couple or a family or whatever.”

Once again, Jim didn’t know what to say… so he just sighed and set to pacing the length of the bed. Yeah, they had decided to wait to have kids because it was such a big commitment… at least that’s what they’d talked about. Other than that, they hadn’t really changed anything, which he was only just now realizing was a really stupid move on their part.

“Okay, so, we won’t make love anymore,” he decided, throwing his hands up slightly and staring at her. “That way, you can’t get pregnant and you can have your… stupid boutique.”

Turning his eyes away from her, he stared at the floor instead, shaking his head slightly. What had he just said? Was that really what their decision was going to have to be? Why did it have to be made like this?

Lottie shrunk back when Jim snapped at her a second time, practically sinking into the mattress. She listened mutely as he ranted on about how she wasn’t thinking for the family or whatever. She rested her forehead against her forearm, squeezing her eyes shut in hopes of keeping the tears that were welling up in her eyes at bay. For whatever reason - be it Jim’s attitude or her own stress - she was far more sensitive than usual, and it both puzzled and worried her.

Her head snapped up and she soon found herself glaring daggers at Jim. She didn’t know which hurt more - his decision or her boutique being called stupid. Lottie pushed herself up off of the bed and planted herself in front of Jim, her arms crossed. “My boutique isn’t stupid-” she halted, deciding not to go down that path just yet.

She sucked in a breath before taking Jim’s hand and leading him to the foot of the bed, where she perched herself. Casting her eyes to the floor, she blinked back tears before beginning. “Jim, I want to have a baby, you know that,” she said softly, running her thumb over the back of his hand. Looking up at him, a weak smile began to tug at the corners of her lips. “I-I’m sorry. Forget the boutique, okay?” She wiped away a stray tear with the back of her hand.

“I want to have a baby.” 

@Jim

lightcomingoffmysails:

“And what - just hand it over to them when you have to leave? Lottie, you’re not gonna want to do that. Even if I said yes and let you get this project off the ground, I know you wouldn’t want to leave it. You’d want to work on it all the time, pregnant or not, kids or not. I just… no. Y-You can’t,” he said as finitely as he could manage.

He stared at her as a wide range of emotions flickered across his face - from confusion, to exasperation, to something resembling hurt. “Wha - are you saying we’re not trying? Lottie, we… you know, like… all the time. I’m not saying we’re… tracking your cycle and figuring out when to do it so we can definitely get you knocked up or whatever, but you getting pregnant is… a pretty obvious possibility.”

How were they suddenly on such completely different pages?

“Because it’s something I want to do!” she said defensively, her volume rising more than she had anticipated. Exasperated, she huffed and buried her face into her hands, squeezing her eyes shut for just a moment to think.

Of course, that’s not what she got. Lottie clenched and unclenched her jaw, hesitating before moving her hands away from her face. “I distinctly remember the both of us saying we wanted to wait to have kids…” Her voice softened as she finally looked at him, which only muddled her emotions further. “Jim, I-I thought there was so much we wanted to do before making that leap. You said it yourself: it’s a big commitment.”

“I want to be a mommy, you know,” she continued, hardly pausing to breathe. “I want to be pregnant, I want to have a baby - our baby - but I don’t want to be unprepared..”

@Jim

lightcomingoffmysails:

Jim chose to ignore her first statement, mostly because he felt bad now and he didn’t know what to say without making things worse. He ran a hand through his hair and listened to her questioning, taking a minute before he actually answered.

“I didn’t - I…” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want kids yet… but I’m… I mean, we’re trying. I don’t think you want to get this business all up and running only to have to shut it down when you get pregnant or whatever, right? Lottie this… it’s just not a good idea, okay? It’s not gonna work out.” Sighing, he looked at her and felt the least he could do was apologize after she’d clearly had her hopes up. “I’m sorry.”

Lottie drew in a deep breath in hopes of sorting through her jumbled thoughts. They went from not wanting kids yet to trying for them in a matter of moments; it was all so confusing. She rubbed her temples gently before giving him a sharp nod - this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Jim, please,” she started, her tone a bit sour. “I’ll hire employees and everything so, if I do get pregnant, I can take a break without needing to close down the boutique…” It was then that she realized how silly she sounded. It was hopeless; Jim wasn’t going to change his mind. She sighed and shook her head, trying her best not to let her disappointment get the best of her.

Breaking the brief silence, she arched an eyebrow. “Since when are we trying for a baby?”

ooc:

Let me just say that this is an insane honor for me, especially since you’re such a wonderful writer. I can’t even begin to describe how much this means to me! Thank you, thank you, thank you <3

(What on earth are you talking about, though? You are an amazing Lottie. You portray her wonderfully and you even write out her accent. Me? I sit here and shrug like “Eh, her accent’s implied.”)

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drpsmagicanonymous replied to your post: Regarding the Anons. (OOC)

ooc: A lot of anons think it’s alright to be childish simply because they are anonymous. In the end, they’re all just bullies that hide behind their computers. I’d like to see them come back and message us without anon on, but they won’t, obviously. 

I love you so much <3