you make the sound of laughter, sharpened nails seem softer

Name: Anming Song (goes by Annie)
PB: Lucy Liu
Age & DOB: Dec. 2, 1972 (36)
Residence: Crocker Park Apartments
Occupation: judiciary interpreter
Status: in a relationship with daeushellion

Hard to believe that February is almost over. Which means the wedding is only weeks--days--away! Yes, I know, something of a last-minute affair, but Daeus and I were always something of a whirlwind. Dress fittings, prenatal appointments, moving house. I think I'm going to take the next couple weeks off work just so I don't wear myself out before the honeymoon. Not that we're doing anything fancy that I know of. I've been known to be surprised.

Thanks again, Kona, for helping us get all the boxes moved. I know I appreciated not having to do any heavy lifting.

I can feel the baby kicking now. The little rascal always wakes up just as I'm getting ready for bed. Or maybe that's when I'm quiet enough to notice. Daeus still just teases me about growing a watermelon. I should drag him to the clinic one of these times, to hear the heartbeat on the Doppler, but I think I'm going to wait to find out if it's a boy or girl the old fashioned way.

Who: Anming Song
anniesong , Daeus Hellion daeushellion , & Leo (npc = Annie's Ex)
What: Daeus meets the other man
Where: Annie's workplace
Status: AIM log (complete)



( ...she wears my ring, not yours. )

Kona, you (and Aaron, and Chaya) jinxed me. Daeus and I are back together after all. And we're having puppies.

[Private to Daeus]

Hey, Soldier, does your baby make me look fat?

I don't  know how to tell you this, but I think I might be in trouble. Please don't kill me.

What to say, what to say? I had a nice, long chat with mama the other night, after Daeus took me out for dinner. We always end up chatting at odd hours, because of the time difference, but it was good.

Speaking of Daeus, things have been happening so fast. it's hard to know which end is up, sometimes, but I don't think I'd have it any other way. I'm really glad that we've been able to put some things right between us...and I guess we'll see where it goes after the lease on my apartment is up. Or stays.

Text to daeushellion : Happy Veteran's Day, Soldier.

O, zhe zhen shi ge kuai le de jin zhan.  Well, this is a happy development.

I've been in Crocker Park for less than a week, and who should I discover is not only living in the same town but also working on the police force where I will quite probably run into him on the job? That's right. My ex. Not my ex-husband, the lawyer, but my ex-fiance from London. Here, of all places. And not one cross word to say to me after ten years? He's a better man that I am, that's for sure.

He even asked me to dinner Saturday, which was awkward, and a little more that I could believe, but went surprisingly well--until I fouled it all up again as usual. I don't know what's wrong with me. What's so hard about admitting that I was a bitch, accepting the fact that I have a chance to make a fresh start, and going from there? Why can't I let go of the past?

I suppose it's hard to do that when he's staring you in the face, and looking just as good as--if not better than--ever, but this is ridiculous. I feel all of fifteen years old, and suffering from my first broken heart, when I was the one who did the breaking. This can't be healthy.

Anyway, it's late, and I will probably have work tomorrow, so I'm going to put a few fists into the heavy bag and call it a night.

Who: daeushellion & anniesong
What: Backstory