𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭

“maybe not like I dreamed, maybe not like you remember, but we could get by” || @BloodAndRazors

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

• all threads in chronological order •

#ModernDayAU #Sweenett

@BloodAndRazors

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

@BloodAndRazors — “I need you to believe me.”

She finally takes a more active approach, stepping towards him and holding his arms instead.

“I’m dead serious about this. I don’t understand it either, but I have no other way of saying it to you other than this. I really am pregnant, Sweeney.”

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

[ starter for @BloodAndRazors ]

It was probably the seventh time Nellie had checked her phone in the last minute. Time seemed to drag by as she stared at the door waiting for Sweeney to walk in.

She stood up, pacing around the living room anxiously, wondering if she should —

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

@BloodAndRazors — hug herself. Her face remains serious in a vain attempt to prove that she’s being nothing but honest.

When he subtly questions her sanity, Eleanor lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Yes, I’m quite alright.” — her eyes roll at his attempt to go back to the previous subject. —

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

@BloodAndRazors — No magical combination of words that will make him believe what she’s about to say — specially when she hardly believes it herself.

And so, in a comical way, she simply blurts it out. Her face terrifyingly neutral as she states the facts.

“I’m pregnant.”

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

@BloodAndRazors When Sweeney snaps her out of her trance, Nell has no choice but to finally look at him. Suddenly, all of the possibilities she had planned to start this conversation feel insufficient. In fact, she hardly remembers the plan.

There’s no right way to go about this, after all. —

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

@BloodAndRazors — since her eyes are lost elsewhere.

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

@BloodAndRazors — great, dear.’ came out of her mouth as it sometimes would when she wasn’t fully paying attention to what someone had to say.

She remained sat on the couch, fingers playing with the chiffon from her skirt in an attempt to ground her to reality. It doesn’t seem to be working, —

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

— got tired of pacing and sat back down, the door finally swung open and Sweeney came in. She braced herself for the conversation, but her eyes were fixated on the wall in front of her.

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

— wouldn’t believe her. And she couldn’t even blame him… She could hardly believe it herself!

And so, the envelope rested on the coffee table, almost unnoticeable among all the Christmas decoration and candles that Nell had scattered around the living room.

Just when she —

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

@BloodAndRazors xx

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

@BloodAndRazors || I HATE YOU SJSJSKSKAHAHAHAHA

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

|| throwback to our golden era @BloodAndRazors

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

// RT ur RP partner goals

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

can’t two people reconnect?

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

Sweeney has just casually told me he hasn’t had hot chocolate in decades.

DECADES.

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

@BloodAndRazors — at all. It’s the occasion that matters, innit?”

[𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭 @WorstPiesBaker]

@BloodAndRazors When he finally seems to start relaxing and gives her a kiss, she makes sure to savor it, putting her arms around his waist and keeping them there even when he pulls back to speak.

“I did, yes. Would you rather I save it for some other time? I wouldn’t mind wearing it at home —