18.Dec.20, 08:30 PM
He eyed her distrustfully for a moment but then took the cloth and set it to his cheek and sighed at the brief relief that came. It would have to do. Or maybe, “a bottle of alcohol wouldn’t be amiss right now if you have it.” But as Cazan sat down beside him, Yfris suspected he wouldn’t be getting anything. He really wanted something and not just for the pain.
He sighed, mostly in relief at hearing that there was a third contender for daddy. Still, he was frustrated and he couldn’t tell who to direct it at. “Damnit, Cazzy. There are drugs to help stop you from getting pregnant, you know. I almost gave you a vial after the first hook up. It was in my hand and I put it back because I had been told days earlier that there were methods in the Weyr that always worked so I figured you knew them.” She had certainly known what she was doing during sex to give the impression that she also knew what to do afterwards.
“K’dar told me T’ryn is claiming to be the father and that suits me just fine. I don’t want to be a father and we both know I would be terrible at it anyway.” It was the truth. He was irresponsible, self-absorbed, often high or drunk, and loved sex and parties too much to focus on a child. “As to your mother… fuck me if I can figure out the best strategy.” He sighed again and rested his head in his free palm.
He stopped putting the cloth on his cheek to shift to rubbing his temples. Was he getting a headache from being punched or from trying to sort through the mess his life was becoming? “If it’s T’ryn’s, I can try to say you’re unfaithful and call it off but it also shows you’re capable of giving me children. If we say it’s mine, your mother does a happy dance all the way to our hand-fasting.” They couldn’t win against that woman. She was determined and it didn’t matter what obstacles she came upon.
He sighed, mostly in relief at hearing that there was a third contender for daddy. Still, he was frustrated and he couldn’t tell who to direct it at. “Damnit, Cazzy. There are drugs to help stop you from getting pregnant, you know. I almost gave you a vial after the first hook up. It was in my hand and I put it back because I had been told days earlier that there were methods in the Weyr that always worked so I figured you knew them.” She had certainly known what she was doing during sex to give the impression that she also knew what to do afterwards.
“K’dar told me T’ryn is claiming to be the father and that suits me just fine. I don’t want to be a father and we both know I would be terrible at it anyway.” It was the truth. He was irresponsible, self-absorbed, often high or drunk, and loved sex and parties too much to focus on a child. “As to your mother… fuck me if I can figure out the best strategy.” He sighed again and rested his head in his free palm.
He stopped putting the cloth on his cheek to shift to rubbing his temples. Was he getting a headache from being punched or from trying to sort through the mess his life was becoming? “If it’s T’ryn’s, I can try to say you’re unfaithful and call it off but it also shows you’re capable of giving me children. If we say it’s mine, your mother does a happy dance all the way to our hand-fasting.” They couldn’t win against that woman. She was determined and it didn’t matter what obstacles she came upon.