The moment the words left her, Ami regretted them. Clearly they had soured Scott's mood, and that hadn't been her intention.
(Too late for it now, I suppose.)
/I won't have kids. No way. I won't put them through what I've gone through. Like I even have the money to consider having children. Like I've allowed myself to think of having kids before. Thinking too far into the future is too damn depressing anyway. In a way it's better being stranded here./
Ami paused in the midst of pulling her hair back in a ponytail. She was certain that Scott hadn't meant for her to hear that; or maybe he had. Her mind flickered back again to the conversation with Paul and to what she knew of Scott's obvious paranoia and mistrust of any and all types of government agencies and people ... and she realized what she didn't know about him, how hard had things been that he was bitter ... and afraid?
(And how easy have I had it all these years with Bill to protect us?)
Hand shaking, Ami finished off the ponytail, with a curse. She didn't even let herself stop to consider why Scott's negative reaction to having children bothered her so badly. It wasn't a road she could travel down, not yet. It was scary enough being this in love with Scott, this tied to him, and knowing that there was no way she could live without him.
(I can't go there. I can't do this now.) She pushed back the shock, surprise and disappointment, refusing to deal with any of them and ducked out of the teepee.
She accepted Scott's hand with a forced smile of her own, "Sounds good. I'm ravenous."
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[Ami] Buzzkill (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-30 03:27 am (UTC)(Too late for it now, I suppose.)
/I won't have kids. No way. I won't put them through what I've gone through. Like I even have the money to consider having children. Like I've allowed myself to think of having kids before. Thinking too far into the future is too damn depressing anyway. In a way it's better being stranded here./
Ami paused in the midst of pulling her hair back in a ponytail. She was certain that Scott hadn't meant for her to hear that; or maybe he had. Her mind flickered back again to the conversation with Paul and to what she knew of Scott's obvious paranoia and mistrust of any and all types of government agencies and people ... and she realized what she didn't know about him, how hard had things been that he was bitter ... and afraid?
(And how easy have I had it all these years with Bill to protect us?)
Hand shaking, Ami finished off the ponytail, with a curse. She didn't even let herself stop to consider why Scott's negative reaction to having children bothered her so badly. It wasn't a road she could travel down, not yet. It was scary enough being this in love with Scott, this tied to him, and knowing that there was no way she could live without him.
(I can't go there. I can't do this now.) She pushed back the shock, surprise and disappointment, refusing to deal with any of them and ducked out of the teepee.
She accepted Scott's hand with a forced smile of her own, "Sounds good. I'm ravenous."