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Post by imogen katelyn rose lancaster on Dec 24, 2013 12:32:04 GMT -5
Imogen seriously felt as though she had woken up one morning with the bump she sported now. Her pregnancy definitely wasn’t something she could hide anymore and the maternity clothes were at the front of her wardrobe while all the stuff she was used to wearing had found a home at the back. The latest scan was already in a silly home-made frame on the refrigerator as though she could look at it and remember why she was eating odd things whenever she went on the hunt for whatever her latest craving had been. Recently she had been consuming her body weight in chili peppers, snacking on them while she watched TV or surfed the internet for freelance journalism work. There was a jar sitting in the corner of the room where Imogen had let her phone and water bottle rest. Today she was tackling the nursery with the help of Fallon. She had moved any of the unnecessary boxes out the night before. There were still a few that she hadn’t unpacked, but they were mainly old bits and trinkets that she hadn’t found homes for yet. She had stumbled across a few surprises for Fallon, too, but they were in a box in the nursery so the pair could laugh when they needed a break.
Immy had been given the option of finding out her baby’s gender during the last scan, but while the temptation was there she had chosen to be surprised instead. She had come to terms with everything now, but was still keeping the distance between herself, LA and her family. This was her new chapter and she still had fears about them being a part of it. So, for now, she had Fallon and that was enough for Imogen. There was still a little bit of time before Fallon was due over, so Imogen played with Pippa for a bit, hoping to tire the little dog out so that they could work in peace that afternoon. Pippa was trained well enough that she shouldn’t bother them, but Imogen just didn’t want yellow paw prints throughout her apartment!
Once the dog chose her cushion over the tug rope, Imogen moved back to the bare room that would hopefully look more like a nursery by the time the day was done. She had furniture stored in the other spare room, some of it still in need of assembly. Most of the things she needed had been bought and paid for and the only things she still needed to buy were more clothes, necessary baby things, the pushchair and car seat. The nursery was ready just not put together and she had started on the little baby toys, books and trinkets that had caught her eye when she had been out and about in the city. There was no doubt about it that the baby would be spoilt by her! Imogen had moved the paint tins to the nursery and was swapping them for her jar of chili peppers when she heard the sound of a key in the front door, which meant Fallon had arrived. She was the only one with a key to her converted apartment and so Immy poked her head out from around the doorway to the nursery. She had chosen the room that was convenient closest to her office space, the living room and the short staircase that led up to her own bedroom and the small upper portion of the home. “I hope you’re ready to get covered in buttercup fool.” She grinned before biting into the pepper in her hand. The thing wasn’t even that appetising, but right now Imogen couldn’t get enough of them!
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Dec 24, 2013 12:53:41 GMT -5
To say Fallon was excited for Imogen’s baby was probably an understatement. The only children in the professor’s life had been when she was one and they had been her own age. No one she knew brought their kids to work, which was where she spent most of her time, though she was still waiting for the day a knock sounded on the guy’s door to inform the lovable womaniser one of his one night stand was about to give him an heir. She was sure it was bound to happen eventually it was just a matter of time before it did. She had faith, clearly. But until then, she only had Imogen’s baby to spoil rotten. And boy was she doing just that already. Sure, it was a little premature to be buying anything but Fallon just couldn’t help herself. When she passed by a window and happened to see a teddy bear or something else that didn’t scream specific gender; especially since she didn’t know what Immy was having.
The plans to go to Imogen’s and help her out with the nursery were all Fallon had planned for the day. She said she was going to help and she was going to keep her word. But when she’d gotten up that morning, there was an issue with a camera at the studio and she had to make a stop to deal with it. It took a hell of a lot longer to figure things out and she had to bring in a couple techs to see if she had to pull out the cash to get a new one or if it was something that could be fixed. She had the power to buy the equipment but the one saying it broke was new and Fallon didn’t want to fork out cash that could go somewhere else to something that wasn’t really broken in the first place. And thankfully, there was a small problem with a couple switches that weren’t set properly and all was well. And that had Fallon on her way again, making a pit stop to that little café she’d taken Imogen to when she told her the good news for tea and biscotti.
Driving through New York had never bothered the Hollywood blonde. She grew up in and around Los Angeles, the traffic there wasn’t any worse or better than the big apple; she could handle it. Parking her car, Fallon gathered everything she brought with her and set the alarm as she walked up to the familiar building. She’d been there plenty of times now that Imogen was in town. She flipped through the handful of keys she carried with her always until she found the right one and let herself into Imogen’s place, knowing it was easier to do that than to wait around when Immy might not even hear the door. “That sounds like either the best pastry ever or a shade of yellow that’ll blind us by the time we’re done.” Fallon called, laughing. She used her foot to shut the door and went straight into the kitchen to set her treats down before going to the nursery to see all that had to be done. “I am so ready for this. I wore my best clothes.” Fallon teased, putting her hands on her hips and looking around what was soon to be the cutest room.
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Post by imogen katelyn rose lancaster on Dec 24, 2013 19:17:07 GMT -5
Imogen knew that motherhood wasn’t something she could just stroll into and master within a day. There would be times over the years when she felt like crying, screaming, and feeling completely out of her depth. She also knew it would be entirely worth it though. The Californian blonde was still terrified about going into this alone, with no partner to support her and the baby’s father totally absent, but she had Fallon and Imogen had been independent for long enough to know that this was just another challenge for her to tackle. It also brought along at least eighteen more years of challenges, but at least Immy could guarantee that her life would never be dull!
Between Imogen’s own shopping sprees and Fallon’s surprise buys, the baby was already spoilt and it was still so long off from arriving in the world. She had a feeling they’d need more storage and shelving by the time she gave birth, but Imogen didn’t mind. She wanted her child to have the best. Imogen had been a victim to that man’s play, but now she was carrying his baby and while she knew he would have no part in her child’s life, she wanted to make it known that it didn’t matter. Immy felt no shame in going into this alone and she was going to be certain that her child wouldn’t feel ashamed either, although she wanted to keep the truth to herself for as long as was possible. It was hardly her proudest moment and not something she wanted to be remembered for.
Imogen wanted to get the nursery done today. She had her fingers crossed that it would be finished, too, so that all she had to worry about was moving stuff into the cupboards and drawers as and when she bought it. Living on her own, Imogen was slightly worried about the time that might come when her baby belly would really make tasks difficult. The more stuff she got crossed off her to do list now, the more relaxed she could be as her due date crept closer and she grew bigger. Imogen also wanted to ask Fallon if she would mind spending the final few weeks in the spare room, just in case something happened when Immy was alone. She kept telling herself she could do this, but she’d rather not risk a full blown panic attack the minute she realised that “kicks” were in fact contractions. It had happened far too many times in movies and TV shows for anyone to convince Immy that the chances of it happening to her like that were slim.
Clipping her hair back out of her face, Immy grinned and then her lips formed a little ‘o’ shape. “Ooh, a bearclaw sounds so good right now.”She said, forgetting that she was still munching on a jar of chili peppers. Though she tossed another one into her mouth before she shrugged and continued. “Hopefully it won’t be too bright. I asked the guy in the store for something sunshiney, but not something that would make me hate myself during 3am feeds.” She explained, phrasing it exactly how she had done for the poor college kid who seemed slightly flustered for some reason when Imogen had asked for his help. It was probably her mood that day. It was swinging from sarcastic to cheery and then over to annoyed almost every couple of minutes. “And I can tell! They’re your ready to paint the town red clothes. Only this time it’s yellow.” She grinned, gesturing Fallon further into the nursery where there wasn’t a whole lot to look at besides the mess that would hopefully soon look ready for a baby.
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Dec 25, 2013 15:16:50 GMT -5
Fallon adored kids; especially the tiny ones. She had a welcome policy for the employees of the studio in New York to bring their kids to work. She often asked the crew and their kids if they wanted to be extras in scenes instead of having to do an open call which never ended well for Fallon. She was always about helping those who helped her out. But she loved having the kids running around the set and tormenting the crew because she’d done exactly that growing up and it just didn’t seem like a movie set unless there were children about making her crew shake their heads at the antics. Plus, whenever they were on set, they learned something new in some capacity. Sometimes it was applying makeup properly and different techniques, lighting enhancements or bits about the cameras and all the angles. She may not have ever thought about having her own but she adored the little munchkins all the same. So having a good friend having a baby had Auntie Fallon going crazy while she was shopping and picking up the cutest little things she saw. They were impulse buys but they would be used so Fallon didn’t mind in the least.
“I’ll text Gabe to bring us some. It can be our treat for finishing the awesome paint job.” Fallon said, wiggling her brows, like doing that would help the decision in anyway, and pulled out her cellphone to send her boyfriend a quick text with treat order and Imogen’s address and told him he couldn’t stay because this was still a girl’s day so he was only welcome to drop off his girlfriend’s and her pregnant friend’s orders and go again. It might take him an hour or more to get around to it but by the time he showed up, they would actually deserve the break and the goodies. “In the meantime, I did bring biscotti and tea!” She said, trying to make it sound exciting because now that they’d brought up bearclaws, she wanted one, too. Why hadn’t she thought of that when she’d stopped at the café? Now that would have made sense! With the message sent, Fallon set the phone on the counter next to the paper bag to be forgotten.
Fallon really was excited about painting the room and doing whatever else needed to be done with the nursery. “I’m sure it’s a lovely colour that won’t make you hate yourself. And if it turns out you hate it after three months of 3am feedings, we’ll paint it gender appropriately!” Fallon said, sounding cheerful about the whole process. She was sure though that the colour Imogen initially chose was going to be a great one. “Maybe I should have worn yellow. No one would know if I got myself covered in paint!” Fallon joked, holding out the tea she’d brought for Imogen. Coffee was usually Fallon’s go to but she had wanted a tea when she’d walked through the door of the café so that was exactly what she’d grabbed for herself. There were still plenty of hours in the day to grab a coffee or twelve. “So, shall we?” She asked before taking a sip of her own drink.
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Post by imogen katelyn rose lancaster on Dec 25, 2013 16:04:30 GMT -5
Imogen had never spent that much time around children or babies. She was the youngest in her family and with only a handful of cousins spread across the country, family reunions came during the holidays only. Even then, some opted to stay with in-laws or celebrate with their “new” families as they put it, if they had not long had a baby of their own. Employees at the hotel rarely brought their kids by and if they did then there was usually plenty of other people flocking around. Truthfully, Imogen had never given much thought to children before her pregnancy. She grumbled whenever she was out and there was a screaming child, smiled at adorable baby photographs and sometimes saw a toddler outfit that she wished she could buy, but Imogen had never been broody or jealous around expectant mothers. She had always thought Jackson would be the one with the children before her. Imogen had always seen herself in the role of aunt more than mother, since she was so caught up in living her life and making the most of being young and having few responsibilities. All of that had changed now though, and while the fear still remained, Imogen couldn’t say that she resented the surprise that had driven her to New York. Sometimes Fate didn’t offer much of a choice and it seemed Imogen had been dealt that hand, so she could only expect that the reason for that would come along at some point to make sense of everything.
The Californian blonde had every intention to torment Fallon during this pregnancy with jokes and comments about her friend’s burdening relationship and true love. “Careful, he might come and see the nursery and want one of his own.” She teased playfully. Her son or daughter might have a couple of years on Fallon’s by the time that happened, but Imogen had a gut feeling that sooner or later Fallon would be coming to her to tell the big reveal and then Imogen could be the fun aunt for a little bit, too. The tables had to balance out in one way or another! “Ooh, biscotti and tea! Lovely, I could do with a break from eating chili peppers.”Imogen glanced at the jar containing her current addiction and wrinkled her nose up. She had never been much of a fan before, once even criticising a college ex about his habit of eating peppers straight from the jar. Now it seemed those roles were reversed, but at least Imogen had a temporary excuse for any erratic behaviour of her own.
Pulling another face, Imogen shook her head. “If I hate it by that point it can be painted either green or beige. I got so sick the other day of the assistant in the store trying to offer me gender appropriate bedding despite me repeatedly telling her that I didn’t know the gender.” Resting her hand on her bump, Immy shook her head and let out a long sigh. “Plus, I’d rather not have wardrobes of baby colours before I have the baby.” It might have sounded silly, but Imogen had a thin memory of an old friend’s pregnancy where she revealed she was having a little girl and suddenly everything was light shades of pink. The poor baby spent the first six months looking like a Barbie accessory since no one had dared buy another shade and the mother hadn’t wanted to seem ungrateful. That would not be Imogen. “Or I would have lost you in with the walls. Let’s not forget that I’m not totally with it these days.” More blonde moments had been occurring as of late, but Immy was blaming it all on the rush of changing hormones and the human being growing inside of her. She didn’t think she’d actually lose Fallon, but she had done some embarrassing things that made her glad she lived alone. Accepting the tea with a smile and taking a long sip, Imogen sighed contently and then nodded her head. “Sure thing. C’mon, I have everything set up in here.” Dust sheets were down over the flooring, the tins popped and the brushes and rollers just waiting for the girls to get their hands on them. “What do you think?” Immy asked, revealing the warm colour to her friend and looking across at her for her opinion.
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Jan 25, 2014 21:02:04 GMT -5
For the most part, Fallon had usually been the only child on set and when there were other kids, they were usually too busy running lines to play. And that was fine with Fallon, she understood at a young age that just because she could run around and play pranks with the crew didn’t mean everyone else could; for them it was a job, for her it was a playground; though that was hardly her only reason behind never having children, or even thinking about having them. That was all her mother’s doing. She was too afraid that she would somehow manage to follow in her footsteps. And that scared the living hell out of the Hollywood blonde. Despite knowing she would never be that woman, the mere thought of messing up a kid like that, having that child wonder and cry about what they did so wrong to have their own mother abandon them terrified Fallon into believing she was better off without the sounds of scampering feet filling the silence of her apartment.
But with Gabe she was slowly working up to the thought of kids. Fallon knew how much the man loved kids and probably wanted his own little army of nerdy little babies but she wasn’t yet convinced of it. And it would probably take a lot to get her to that level of convinced. “He stays at the door.” She said flatly. As happy as she was for Imogen and as excited as she was to be an auntie, Fallon was nowhere near ready to be a parent; even if she ended up at the doctor’s the next day to hear the “good news”, she was so far from ready, she couldn’t even see a speck of ready on the horizon. Fallon made a face as she picked up a piece of biscotti. “Chili peppers? Really?” She asked, concerned about her friends version of pregnancy cravings. And if they were a normal craving, Fallon was even more on the side of not ready than she’d already thought.
“I’m sure we can find you a nice tropical green to paint the walls.” Fallon said, optimistically. She didn’t think Imogen would get that sick of the sunny yellow quickly, but at this point, everything was a toss-up and who really knew what would happen. She could turn around and hate the colour next week! As for the assistant at the store, well, Fallon couldn’t exactly say anything when all the assistants at stores annoyed her just by walking up to her and using that “I care” voice which was so obviously fake. She made them work for their paycheque before brushing them off completely and picking up the real things she went to the store for. Making those associates as awkward as possible was a highlight when she went alone. “Seriously, right? I mean what if you have a boy and all you have is really cute but girly clothes? Then what are you going to do with it all?” She asked, obviously teasing. Fallon sent Imogen a bland look before shaking her head and grinning evilly. “You know that’s giving me all sorts of ideas for mean pranks, right? Haven’t you learned since high school not to give me anything to run with?” Fallon asked with a light sigh like she was so disappointed in her oldest and dearest friend. “I’m so excited.” Fallon said sounding as giddy as she was to get down to the business of painting the walls. She leaned over the paint tin to examine the bright colour. “Oh, that is nice and happy.” She agreed with a nod, adoring the sunny colour. It would be perfect for late night feedings, too.
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Post by imogen katelyn rose lancaster on Jan 25, 2014 21:49:32 GMT -5
Imogen had never thought about kids, a husband or the white picket fence. She lived her life in the now which had, sort of ironically, landed her in her current situation. Maybe if she had been a bit more cautious she never would have fell into what she thought was a good relationship when in fact she had been cast in the role of “the other woman”. Then she wouldn't have ended up distraught and in a situation that compelled her to run away from home, cut all ties with LA and change her last name. She would never be the typical suburban housewife now, she knew that, but she also knew that she would never be the same LA party girl she had been before she found out she was pregnant. Imogen was coming to terms with all of that, knowing she had never wanted one and that the other would be replaced with better memories over the years. Still, a part of her felt sad that she might miss out on so much once the baby was born and her life began to revolve around playing mommy and making sure her child got the best of everything.
Laughing, Imogen shook her head. “Oh, please! The man is too curious for his own good. So unless you plan on body slamming him out of my apartment...in fact, please don't do that. My neighbour already thinks I've got problems.” It was an older, sophisticated businesswoman who didn't exactly get along with Imogen and her choices. She had practically paled in terror when Imogen mentioned she lived alone and there was no baby daddy about to show up. It only grew worse when she caught Imogen snacking on weird things and shouting on the phone to her gynaecologist about a moved appointment that was really inconvenient. “Mmhm. Three jars in the past two weeks. Before that it was liquorice, although I may have just been making an excuse for that one.” Imogen nodded, grinning slightly. Cravings and what she had read about them were completely insane, but she had to admit that she loved having an excuse to mix foods together without anyone pulling a face. Although since she lived alone the only creature around to pull a face was Pippa and that pup ate just about anything she could scavenge.
Wrinkling her nose up, Imogen shook her head. “Nah, not tropical green. I don't need to be reminded that an island paradise is out of the question for a few years.” She joked, scraping her hair back into a messy knot, just to keep it from falling into her face all afternoon. Rolling her eyes, Immy gestured next to her large stomach and shot Fallon a bland look. “Please, I have pregnancy brain. And if you're going to go as far as to prank a pregnant woman then I hope you're prepared for the emotional Niagara Falls that it could unleash.” It was only the other night that she had been bawling her eyes out to Game of Thrones and it hadn't even been an episode where someone died! It hadn't been too bad so far, but Imogen didn't take it for granted or act like she was saved from that symptom of pregnancy. Anything could happen in the next three months! “Good, because that is exactly what I was going for!” She said happily, handing Fallon her half of the painting equipment.
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Jan 26, 2014 20:33:32 GMT -5
Fallon’s entire life since she’d been born had been one of those Hollywood lifestyles. More jet setting and less school attending. Trevor had made sure there were tutors on set for Fallon whenever they were on set, and when they weren’t, he made sure she had one at home to keep up to schoolwork. He might have been lenient on how she lived her life, but he was strict when it came to schooling. He wasn’t about to let her slip in that department. So for as long as she could remember it was just her really, with the scattering of other kids. She had learnt plenty of things most kids wouldn’t have but at the same time she hadn’t had a lot of the simple things like sports teams and classes with friends. The older she got, the more people her age there were on set, but by then they were all about making A-list status, though there were a few and Fallon was still good friends with quite a few of them. But when she’d been younger, she’d thought she would just follow in daddy dearests footsteps and go into producing with him and make it a family business. And the road was no place for a child; especially with how Trevor ran his studio. Fallon could remember plenty of times when Trevor apologised for dragging her all over the world.
It was all Fallon knew though, so she would hardly complain. It was one adventure after another, seeing new places, learning new things. It was an incredible childhood for anyone to experience, Fallon was just lucky it was her. She would make a much better auntie than she would a mother. She didn’t think she would be able to do discipline well. “I could meet him outside.” She pointed out as if it were the obvious choice in the matter. Fallon liked what she had with Gabe now; there was no pressure for this or that. Their relationship, despite how they acted, was still new enough that talks of babies and the like seemed like they were too early to be had. “There’s never a bad time for licorice.” Fallon stated, grinning. The strawberry flavoured ropes were her absolute favourite treat when she was running around the city for the studio. It was just such an easy treat to have sitting on the passenger seat of her SUV when she was alone, set on one of the cup holders when her assistant was with her. She didn’t know what she would do without Ettie around; probably lose her mind!
Fallon rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t have to be that far off. Auntie Fallon is around to babysit. At most you have a year or two after the baby to wait around for your tropical escape.” Fallon wouldn’t mind at all taking the baby off Imogen’s hand to give the soon to be mom a break from the life of a single parent. Fallon adored kids, despite always saying she would never have any of her own. So taking Imogen’s little baby for a weekend here and there, at least one a month would definitely be happening. And as for Imogen running off for a week in the sun without a care, well, as long as she gave Fallon some time to adjust to having the baby around, she didn’t mind with that either. Imogen would deserve a week away after everything was said and done! “I never said you were going to be pregnant when I pulled this off, did I?” Fallon asked, smiling innocently. Imogen being pregnant would really be the only way the joke she was thinking of would work but Fallon was too much like a guy when it came to tears; she didn’t work well with them at all. Her own, she could deal with but other people’s, absolutely not. “Thanks.” She said, accepting the painting supplies and setting them down on the floor so she could throw her hair up into a quick knot. Picking them up again, she poured paint into the tray and ran her roller through it. “Let the games begin!” She said, grinning as she raised the roller to the wall.
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Post by imogen katelyn rose lancaster on Jan 28, 2014 11:52:50 GMT -5
Imogen had been blessed with an easy life. Sort of. She had been born into a world where her family were financially secure and where they would probably remain that way. There weren't enough hotels in LA as it was and they own one of the finest. To look at her it may not be wholly obvious and she had been raised like most kids. She attended school, received no special treatment just because she came from a wealthy, prominent background and bumped shoulders with the stars or the VIPs. It had been one of her father's demands when she was a child. He used to say that to run a hotel both Immy and Jack had to learn how to mix and mingle with just about anyone and not let it bother them where that person came from or what they did. Both children had grown into appreciative adults who attended Harvard and who then worked the hotel like it was their own; which it one day would be. The only difference was that Immy was much more of a social butterfly than Jack was and she was the one who took off for party weekends in San Francisco or who hid in the office with a hangover.
Imogen grinned, shaking her head at Fallon's idea of an answer. “Nope. I need you up here so he'd have to come to us.” She said, simply to mess with Fallon a little more. Her fellow blonde may be reluctant now, never thinking about having kids, but Imogen had been exactly the same and now she was sporting a sizeable bump and had a crib in her bedroom. “Not at all, but there is a bad time for chilli peppers. 3am, specifically. I had to drive to the store in my pyjamas the other night for them since I don't have anyone to do that sort of thing for me.” She had once thought it a joke that pregnant women would be so desperate for something that they'd send their partners out in the middle of the night for it. Now she knew the truth and it was annoying as well as funny, although the annoyance might have come from waking up and having to run the errand herself. She had learnt her lesson though and made sure to buy double of everything the next time she went. Hopefully she could avoid another dead of night trip.
She shot Fallon and look and then shook her head. “And who would I go with? Auntie Fallon forgets that she's my only buddy in New York.” Imogen teased, letting the subject go. She had been living a much quieter life here than she had in LA and with no office based job or commitments right now it was a little harder to make friends and plans. Not that she minded. She was sort of enjoying the break from the hectic life she had led in LA, but at the same time she did miss some aspects of it. The last thing Imogen was thinking of though was a vacation of any kind. “By then I'll be over the pregnancy brain and back to myself. Plus, the prank would be so out of date it wouldn't even make sense.” Imogen argued simply with a raise of her eyebrows. With the yellow appearing on the walls, Immy felt a little better with everything. It seemed that each thing she struck from her list made her feel a little more settled and less anxious. She still had a lot to do, in the nursery and elsewhere, but keeping busy like this was something Immy liked. “No games. Just paint on the walls, please. Besides, we're blonde enough.” She grinned teasingly, running the roller back through the tray.
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Jan 29, 2014 13:23:10 GMT -5
Fallon had never known a normal childhood. She’d lived most of her life in hotels and in trailers all over the world. But that didn’t mean she didn’t do some of what normal kids would have. She attended school, for a couple hours each weekday, only hers happened to be in a trailer with maybe a couple other kids and as many tutors not in a classroom with twenty other students and one teacher. Her childhood had made her appreciate the silly little things like sitting around on a Saturday morning to watch cartoons with her dad or family meals every night. She wasn’t some snob that went around laughing at the people that had to go to school everyday, had homework and jobs at little cafes or Starbucks, she was envious of them. She might have worked for the studio, usually taking calls for Trevor and she might have taken lessons for just about everything, but her only friends for as long as she could remember were at least ten years older than her. And the couple she did have that were her own age couldn’t hang out as often because they were shooting a new film and it wasn’t one of theirs. It was honestly a wonder she was as social as she was. With the childhood and upbringing she’d had, she should have become some socially awkward production studio heiress with nothing better to do than tan; because it was a solitary thing.
But Fallon had been intrigued with the studio from a young age, always interested in what was going on and how each individual aspect came together to form the film. Each department had it’s own plan, its own job and seeing it all come together so perfectly had Fallon wondering how. So she badgered the crew with questions and sat patiently while they explained what they were doing as they were doing it so she would understand. And eventually it wasn’t just to placate Trevor Flynn’s daughter, it was to teach a curious mind and someone who had really become a niece of sorts. Her real taste of freedom hadn’t come until senior year of high school and even then, she was missing classes here and there to be at the studio because a project was just that big. Not that it mattered, her grades were excellent thanks to the tutors she’d had; she was technically working at a grade higher than what was being taught. If she’d wanted, Fallon could have been in college or university long before she’d turned sixteen. But there was no fun in being the youngest in a class where everyone could drink their nights away and she was at home doing work she found too tedious because it was too easy. And she never would have met Gabe, or Imogen or Myles or any of the Pi Kappa Phis that she called brothers, too. And life would have been a hell of a lot different. “You’re not making this easy.” She said with an empty glare.
She might have loved Gabe and adored what they had together but to add children, or even talk of children to the mix seemed too soon. There weren’t even talks of moving in together yet and already it seemed like quite a few of her friends were badgering about babies. Fallon raised her brow to her hairline. “3am? Ouch.” She said making a face at that. It seemed awfully terrible for a craving of such proportion to hit so unexpectantly and at such an inopportune time. “At least now I know what to get your for a baby shower gift.” She teased with a cheeky grin on her face. Being the only friend in town though probably meant no baby shower but that would hardly stop Fallon from picking things up when she saw them. What was the point of having money and friends if she couldn’t spend it on them from time to time. And despite her opinion on children of her own, she did love kids. So she would definitely be spoiling her oldest friends baby, and they both knew it.
“Sometimes it’s nice to just get out on your own. Rent out a little cottage somewhere, weekend on Martha’s Vineyard. And if you really want to hit up the tropics somewhere, where there’s Auntie Fallon, there’s Uncle Gabe and and his life partner Myles. They can babysit!” Fallon said clapping her hands together because it would be hilarious to see the pair of them watching a little baby for even a few hours; a few days would be priceless and evil. But Imogen would probably never go for it. Still, it was funny to think about the pair of them alone with the baby for a week or so; having to change diapers, wake up for 3am feedings and cart them around on daily errands. “Seriously putting a damper on my fun, Immy.” Fallon said with a dramatic sigh. There were always going to be opportunities for pranks so Fallon would just simply replace on prank for another later on. Seeing the paint on the walls really brought the room to life and Fallon had to admit, it was a nice colour on the walls just as much as it was one in the tin. “Yeah, probably not wise to add to the jokes.” She said with a laugh. She knew she had her blonde moments, she could be quite slow sometimes, but she tried to be sharp as a tack most of the time. It would do no good running the New York office of the production studio, being a professor and living up to everyone’s expectations of her being just another stereotypical blonde.
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Post by imogen katelyn rose lancaster on Jan 30, 2014 20:25:59 GMT -5
Imogen had been raised to inherit half of the family business with her brother. She didn't mind it and as an heiress she liked learning all about the hotel trade and her dad's plans for the company. Once Jack had graduated from Harvard they had started expanding their business with another hotel in LA. It was as if the city couldn't have enough hotels, but Immy knew that had only been the start of the venture. There were plans to spread across America and maybe even further. She knew they had the financial stability, the drive, and the experience to do all of that. She had intended to be a part of all that. It had been her plan since she was a little girl, but now things were so very different. She hadn't even given herself time to process everything that she had left behind yet, knowing full well that it would only lead to tears and a whole load of regret that she simply didn't have time for. There was still so much to do and Imogen wanted it all done before the final weeks of her pregnancy. The last thing she needed was to rush to the hospital where there was still a dresser to put together or toys to assemble. She had already decided that the car seat would be in the back of her car at least a month before the baby was due, just in case. Immy knew Fallon would run around and grab things she needed or had forgotten, but she would rather not burden her friend too much with silly mommy errands. “When do I ever?”
Imogen had never really considered children before that positive pregnancy test. Even then it had been a terrifying thought and one that had her hyperventilating in her bathroom. It wasn't exactly a positive reaction on her end of things, but none of that had mattered. She had to do something and she did; she ran away. “Yup. Some guy escaped from that.” Imogen rarely ever mentioned the father of her baby and when she did it was only ever vague and gave off enough to let people know that she hated him. She didn't want to ever go into details about that man and the story of how she ended up running away to New York because of him. He was never going to have a part in the life of his son or daughter and Imogen would be damned if he ever even found out about this pregnancy. She had cut all ties with him almost exactly a month before she discovered the news about her impending motherhood. “Baby shower? Is that where you drink wine and I have to call Gabe to come and pick you up?” Imogen asked teasingly. There would be no such event as far as she was concerned. Besides, it would only be her and Fallon anyway!
Shooting Fallon a look as though the film savvy blonde had sudden sprouted another head, Imogen sighed and rested her hand on her belly. “You do remember that I was a social butterfly, not a wallflower, right? I only became a hermit of a sort when I moved here.” She pointed out with a shake of her head. She had never been one to vacation alone. She would enjoy seeing things and learning the cultures since that sort of knowledge came in useful for the hotel world, but Imogen liked having people around her and someone to talk to. “And no offence, but I wouldn't trust those two with a Carebear, forget a baby.” One was the clumsiest person she had ever met and the other would probably use the baby to get laid. If Imogen was taking a vacation they were two of the biggest things she didn't want to be worrying about. “I'm just practising for when this one is sixteen.” She joked, tapping her swollen belly as though it was a warning to the child. Laughing, Imogen nodded her head. “Exactly! It's the last thing we need.”
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Feb 7, 2014 14:27:18 GMT -5
All of Fallon’s life, she had been groomed to take over the production studio from Trevor when he finally stepped down as CEO. She knew the names, the families of just about every employee of the studio. She knew the ins and outs of the company, knew how to shmooze the clients to get what she wanted from them. She was the perfect little CEO to be from the time she was small. She took lessons from the sound engineers, the makeup department, wardrobe and sound departments. By the time she was sixteen, she was meeting with clients on her own, having lunch meetings and could have run the business on her own. And she probably could have but Fallon had wanted to see what real life was like because she had always felt like hers was a bit of a dream. For her, being able to attend school with normal kids who led normal lives was the dream come true in her case. “The first day I met you, you made things easy. And every day since then I’ve felt like that day was all a lie.” Fallon teased, giving her friend the biggest, cheesiest grin she could muster.
“He wasn’t worth it to have the opportunity to be woken up at 3am to get peppers for you.” Fallon said, nodding her head. She didn’t know the whole story, in fact, Fallon didn’t know anything about what brough her oldest and dearest friend to New York, except the small fact she was pregnant. That was really as much as Fallon knew. And she knew if Imogen wanted her to know anything more, she would tell her. Just because she herself had a habit of telling her friends just about everything she could, didn’t mean her friends were the same way, no matter how hard Fallon tried to get them to. She honestly couldn’t think about herself having a baby on her own. Of course, she had never pictured herself with a baby on her hip in the first place, so it wasn’t much of a stretch to be unable to picture this situation on herself. Imogen seemed to be taking it all in stride which is a hell of a lot better than Fallon knew she would be taking it all. So she was quite proud of her friend and naturally more than happy to help out in any way. Someone needed to be there for Immy and Fallon didn’t mind in the least. “Someone needs to empty that collection of yours.” Fallon said, laughing, though she wouldn’t be so crass as to drink in front of a friend who couldn’t.
“Hey now! Gabe has a farm in his apartment and all those animals are alive and well! I’m sure he could take care of a baby for an extended weekend.” Fallon said grinning, though honestly, with the way her boyfriend went around beating himself up all the time. It was a normal day for him if she spotted yet another new bruise somewhere. Though she did understand where Imogen was coming from. She wasn’t one to travel alone either and usually had someone with her, even if at one point it was just her assistant and they put in a single work lunch through the entire week they’d been away just so they could pretend like they were working while lounging on the beach or exploring the area around them. “And if that kid is smart, he, or she won’t be an ass.” Fallon teased, laughing. She nodded her head, agreeing with Imogen. At this point, neither of them could afford more blonde jokes.
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Post by imogen katelyn rose lancaster on Feb 9, 2014 13:41:34 GMT -5
Laughing, Imogen nodded her head. “That is exactly the game I play, dear Fallon. I reel everyone in with an easy smile and laid back attitude and then I spend the rest of the relationship causing trouble.” She said with a grin, as though it was really what she did. The truth was that Imogen was one of the friendlier people out there, but at the same time she was the furthest thing from a doormat or an innocent little girl. She had her fun, sometimes too much of it, but more often than not people commented that she was something vastly difference from their first impression. It wasn't a conscious thing or something Imogen did on purpose, but it still seemed to happen and it seemed to be something that people noticed.
Letting out a soft sigh, Imogen nodded slowly. “You have no idea.” Imogen mumbled, not really directing her words at Fallon. If Imogen had her way then no one would know the truth about her child's father or what had transpired to have her running across the country and leaving everything she knew and everyone she loved back in LA. Luckily no one had pried too much and doctors were usually satisfied to just leave it when she informed them that it was only her attending the appointments and the classes that she was now starting to attend to prepare herself for the terrifying experience that was only a few more months away. She appeared calm now, but the truth was that there had been plenty of days since moving when she had been on her own and just reading about things or thinking about her situation had left Imogen either in tears or having a panic attack. They were becoming fewer, but they still happened on the quietest of evenings when she was alone with just her thoughts and very little else to distract her. She blamed her hormones, partly, but she knew that she was quite terrified about everything herself. Imogen just hoped that it would all pass once the baby arrived and she was able to take that next step. Waiting and patience were not exactly her strong suits. “Hate to break it to you, but that collection is long gone.” She had given the last bottles away to a neighbour on the floor below, and the night security guard for the building.
“I'm sorry, but with the amount of bruises I've seen on that man and the stories I've heard, I'll need a hell of a lot more convincing for that. It's fine. I'll be fine without a tropical vacation.” She said, waving the idea off completely. Imogen figured that she'd probably be too busy and tired to even think about sorting out flights or daydreaming about sandy beaches and blue oceans. There would probably be a lot she'd have to put on the back burner for the near future, but they were things Immy was sure she'd be too bust to think about or worry over. Plus, she kept telling herself that motherhood would be greater than those things she would find herself missing out on. “If that kid is anything like me then I'll need to put bars on the windows. Or just brick them up completely.” Imogen said, shuddering with mock fear. She had been a closet terror during her teenage years and if her parents had known about her sneaking out, partying and hanging out with guys who were a little older than her she knew for sure that she'd have been grounded for life and probably moved to a room closer to theirs.
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Post by Fallon Alexandra Flynn on Mar 31, 2014 18:15:18 GMT -5
Fallon had never thought of herself as mother material. She loved kids but she didn’t spend too much time with them. Those on sets were usually too busy memorising their lines or talking to this person or that to really be a kid and the ones that belonged to the staff were usually all set up somewhere in a conference room with their homework spread out around them. There were those days when Fallon called in entertainment for them, an ice cream shop that delivered, bringing in one of her favourite special effects teams to show the kids something fun or to do some face painting. She set up tours with local zoos and brought them down to the screening room to watch any movies they produced that their parents wouldn’t kill Fallon for. But at the end of the day, those kids went home and Fallon continued to live her life. There had never been any room in that life for children and until things with Gabe happened, there had never been any kids in her future. It was only after they got together that she really started thinking they might be a real possibility. She was worried though. Fallon wasn’t going to be a professor forever. She was going back to the studio full time eventually and things would be difficult then but right now, it didn’t hurt to think about the what ifs; even if those thoughts had a habit of leaving her with panic attacks. “And that my dear, is why we get along so well and had from the moment we met.” Fallon said with mischief brightening her blue eyes, breaking her thoughts away from where they were straying. She would eventually confide in Imogen, she always did but right now, things weren’t anywhere near that stage with Gabe so she would leave it for now.
Fallon quirked her brow upward but didn’t push for an explanation or return a comment to Imogen’s. If she wanted Fallon to know, Imogen would tell her. It might take time but Fallon was willing to wait for the day it came; if Imogen ever decided she wanted to confide in Fallon. Shaking her head, Fallon let out a heavy sigh as if the news of an empty bar was the saddest thing on the planet. She had always loved the nightlife, party scenes and had never turned down a free drink; as long as she watched it being made. She was blonde, she wasn’t an idiot. She had heard too many stories to let herself turn into a cautionary tale like the rest. There were plenty of stupid things she’d done in her twenty five years already but that was not about to be one of them. It was amusing really because despite how much she joked about drinking, how full her own bar was at home and how often she dragged her friends out to dance the night away, Fallon often went weeks without a single drink because she was working. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy checking out the nightlife in the various countries she’s visited, it was just that her work was important to her and unlike half the actors she had to work with; she wanted to have her wits about her on sets. And when you had to be at work at 3am, didn’t get to bed until midnight, going out for a night of fun just wasn’t in the cards. Hell, having a glass of wine at the hotel bar over dinner was rarely in the cards.
Fallon made a face that clearly said there was no better proof to convince Imogen to let Gabe watch over her child. He was a klutz and there was no changing that. Most of the time Fallon held her breath when he had a knife for cooking or took a moment to put his damn shoes on! She loved the man, but there was no way on this Earth she could convince Imogen to take a chance with babysitter Gabe. “I’ll hire a nanny.” She decided with a nod that she hoped meant that was that and there was nothing more to the discussion. “We can wait a couple years, if you’d like then hire a nanny for a week. Rest and a little relaxation will be just what the doctor ordered by then!” She added with a cheeky grin as if that would help sway Imogen to leave her baby alone with a stranger for seven days of stress free sun, sand and surf. “That was the best thing about Trevor almost never being home.” Fallon said with a wistful sigh. That year she’d been in school had her home almost as much as Trevor thanks to parties on the weekends and the plans that had been made with the few friends she had. “I promise not to tell your baby about our teenage escapades whenever I have him.” She said, laughing.
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