Post by Peyton Naomi Alden on Dec 31, 2013 2:41:38 GMT -5
{{OOC: This is post-break-up with Marley. Also, no one knows Mar's not pregnant yet.}}
Peyton was worried. It wasn't often that Wyatt asked to come over at this late hour, and it was even less often that he came over and didn't touch the hot chocolate she usually made him. She sat at the end of the table in the little back room area of Gypsies Tavern, behind one of the doors, her room where Marisa slept on the bed.
The brunette held her steaming mug of hot chocolate in her hands. Strange he wasn't drinking it. Months and months ago, Marley had told him the recipe. She had created it herself and told Peyton that it gave Wyatt the biggest smile. Marley truly was an adorable little thing. But if Wyatt loved it so much, why didn't he drink it? Why was he just...brooding at it?
She pressed her lips together. He had finally expressed his feelings to Marley and she had returned them, last time they had spoke, he had been over the moon. He had also told her that they thought Marley was expecting, an elating but horrifying occasion. Peyton reached across the table and grasped his hand in hers.
"It's late, Wyatt. Is everything alright? You never come over late unless something awful has happened," she told him in a quiet tone. "Is Marley-Are she and the baby alright? Wyatt. You're scaring me."
She heard a whimper from the other room and she got up to check on Marisa. Peyton tightened the blankets around her daughter and kissed her forehead, whispering how much she loved her before she left, leaving the door open a crack. Her baby must have been having a nightmare.
She walked over to Wyatt and kneeled in front of him, her hand on his leg. "Wyatt...please speak to me. I want to help you."