01-02-2025, 04:46 AM
The morning of, after a shower, Connor put on a t shirt and pulled on a pair of jeans. And then, socks forgotten in his hand, sat on the bed.
He felt sick to his stomach. He'd already hit the can 3 times. He knew this was a stress ache. Unease. He looked at Ayden, herself already dressed and going over her gear. Absorbed in that, she didn't notice him looking at her.
He ached for her. She was right therr, but given what theh were about to do- attempt to do- he already felt like he was losing her. Had lost her.
He'd lost Hayden. And now, losing Ayden was a not trivial possibility. They had talked, especially as the time grew closer, of maybe just going on the run. Starting over somewhere else. But a world where people could disappear off the grid had already been fading when he was a kid. Now, it was all but impossible.
Besides, within the next 8 months, their flixibiility and perceived invisibility would change drastically. Being on the run with an infant wasn't ideal.
Besides, they'd need money, housing, medical care. Which meant they needed work.
This seemed like their only way out.
And yet it felt wrong. Not morally. Just.....incorrect. Ayden was willing to just pop the kid. And you know what? At this point, feeling how he did at that moment, sitting on the bed, guts churning and fearing for his wife and child, he was fucking ok with it. Hard choices, right? Us or him?
He couldn't lose his familiy again. He just....couldn't.
"If you really want to do this, I can skip meeting him. Maybe you get him as he waits. Seems almost too easy, right? What do YOU want to do."
He felt sick to his stomach. He'd already hit the can 3 times. He knew this was a stress ache. Unease. He looked at Ayden, herself already dressed and going over her gear. Absorbed in that, she didn't notice him looking at her.
He ached for her. She was right therr, but given what theh were about to do- attempt to do- he already felt like he was losing her. Had lost her.
He'd lost Hayden. And now, losing Ayden was a not trivial possibility. They had talked, especially as the time grew closer, of maybe just going on the run. Starting over somewhere else. But a world where people could disappear off the grid had already been fading when he was a kid. Now, it was all but impossible.
Besides, within the next 8 months, their flixibiility and perceived invisibility would change drastically. Being on the run with an infant wasn't ideal.
Besides, they'd need money, housing, medical care. Which meant they needed work.
This seemed like their only way out.
And yet it felt wrong. Not morally. Just.....incorrect. Ayden was willing to just pop the kid. And you know what? At this point, feeling how he did at that moment, sitting on the bed, guts churning and fearing for his wife and child, he was fucking ok with it. Hard choices, right? Us or him?
He couldn't lose his familiy again. He just....couldn't.
"If you really want to do this, I can skip meeting him. Maybe you get him as he waits. Seems almost too easy, right? What do YOU want to do."