[b]Katie - Emma's House - Emma / Shannon[/b]

Katie pouted a little. This lady wasn't the boss of her. Why did she tell her what to do? But she didn't want to be bad so she went to a chair and sat.
Then the woman wanted to make up a story. That was silly. She wasn't going to get invovled with it. She was just going to sit and be quiet and not pay any attention to this lady and her silly ideas.

A minute later she was swinging her feet in the chair. "One time there was a bear named Bull and an eagle named Lauren. The bear was always roaring and being loud until he met the eagle. She pecked him on the head whenever he was loud, so he started being quiet when she was around. As long as he behaved, the eagle stayed. But one day Lauren found a kitten named Katie. Katie's daddy, a wolf named Tyler, had disappeared. He was looking for her but had gotten lost. Katie was very very sad that her daddy was gone and she was all alone. So Lauren promised to take care of her. Bull didn't like Katie that much, because she took Lauren's attention. Katie didn't mean to be trouble, she really didn't. She just really wanted her daddy. Because Katie had been bad before and her daddy had gotten angry at her."

During her story, Katie had curled up in the chair. She wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling her knees to her chest.
"Then the eagle got hurt. Bull the bear tried to help her, but he couldn't. He felt really sad. Katie the kitten didn't know what to do. Then some people came. They didn't like Bull, so they locked him up. They didn't like the kitten either, but they tried to fix Lauren. The kitten didn't know what to do. She just... just wished she could have her daddy back... she would never be bad again if she could just have her daddy back..."

The little girl strated to tear up. She wiped at her eyes and stared at the floor.
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[b]Jessalyn - House - Floyd / Abram[/b]

Jess went upstairs but could still hear them talking. It was faint, but at least it sounded civil. To be honest, the man Abram scared her. Every man she had ever come across, except Floyd, had ended up betraying or hurting her. And Abram wasn't a small man. If he decided to hurt her or Floyd, he could do some serious damage. Especially to Floyd since he was recovering.

She entered the room and took off her borrowed and torn shirt. Tossing it aside, she looked in the mirror at her swollen stomach. She cradled it, turning to the side and cocking her head.
"We'll be okay," she told herself and her baby. "Floyd will be okay. Everything is going to be fine now."

Among the maternaty clothes that had been left behind was a large nightgown. It felt nice against her skin, luxerious after all they had been through.
Pulling back the sheets, she climbed into the queen sized bed and snuggled under the covers. A bed felt like heaven to her. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply.
Before long she was asleep.