guise im uh kinda quitting the rp? 

not deleting the blog but um i guess unfollow charlie

i love you guys. ill miss you! 

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Pippa didn’t respond to Charlie.  Instead, she tried to burrow herself deeper into Lucy’s arms.  It made Lucy feel really bad, to be honest.  She just wanted Charlie to love Pippa and for Pippa to feel comfortable enough about her father’s lack of emotions.  It was horrible to watch her little baby girl suffer, especially for the same reasons Lucy had always felt upset when she and Charlie had first started talking.  It was an all too familiar sensation to feel unwanted by Charlie.  And it wasn’t like he did it on purpose (most of the time), but he didn’t exactly try to make it better, either.

“I think you need some sleep,” Lucy suggested quietly to Pippa.  ”Maybe tomorrow morning when you wake up, Daddy will bring breakfast to you in bed?”  Lucy looked at Charlie once again and raised her eyebrows, almost challenging him to deny Pippa the simple pleasure of getting to eat her toast and cereal in her bed.  She knew he wouldn’t be happy about it, but she wasn’t exactly thrilled with his lack of parenting while she had been absent.  Really it was just getting even for everything.

Lucy started down the stairs, bouncing in exaggerated movements for Pippa’s entertainment.  The little girl’s hair bounced up and down, up and down, as the two went down the stairs and she began to giggle.  It made Lucy smile to know that Pippa wasn’t completely upset anymore.  Putting a smile on her daughter’s face was her favorite thing to do.  ”That’s my Buggie!” she said.  The pair reached Pippa’s room and Lucy left the door open in case Charlie wanted to join, too.

Charlie looked at Lucy with narrowed eyes. Today was not the best day in the world for him. He wanted to challenge her and say no and walk away from them both. But he knew this was just the beginning of the end of this fight, and he couldn’t do that. Just to gather up the strength to even apologize had been enough for him, and he did not want to repeat it. So he raised his eyebrows pleasantly, smiled, and nodded. “Yeah, of course” he said, clearing his throat to clear away all the stiffness of the statement. Maybe it was fair, for him to do that. In fact, it was definitely fair. That didn’t mean he had to like it. Charlie walked with them until they reached Pippa’s room, and he noticed Lucy conspicuously leave the door open. He knew that meant she’d want him inside. He ran a hand through his hair and stepped in, half inside the door and half out, not wanting to completely take part in this. 

His brain worked quickly, trying to think of some excuse. He didn’t want to be in a bad mood. He’d just gotten reconciled with Lucy and that made him very very glad. It was just overwhelming for him to have Pippa and Lucy and people to take care of and everything he was supposed to do but didn’t. “Sorry, I’m, uh, kind of getting a headache, maybe I should get Pippa and myself a glass of water or something” He thought maybe if he included Pippa in it, it wouldn’t be so bad. “I mean, not if you want me to stay, but… Pip, are you thirsty at all? Don’t you want one last glass of water before you go to bed?” he asked.

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Lucy sniffled as Charlie spoke.  He did sound sincere and if he was apologizing, Lucy knew he meant it.  Charlie had never been one to just say things for the sake of saying them.  A pout stayed on Lucy’s lips, but she shrugged a little.  ”Okay,” she said.  She took a few steps forward so that she could wrap her arms around him.  Nothing had ever felt so wonderful than feeling the familiar contours of Charlie’s chest against her.  She had missed the feel of the soft skin where his neck met his shoulder and the way her head fit perfectly in that spot.  There was nothing in the world that felt as good as feeling Charlie right there and she wondered how she had possibly gone so long without it.

For a while, Lucy didn’t say anything.  She just stood there taking in every last thing she could - the way Charlie smelled, the muscles in his arms that pressed against her back, the sound of his heart beating, and the way she could feel his chest moving ever so slightly with the rhythm of his breathing.  ”Charlie,” she said quietly.  A small smile started to curve up the edges of her lips.  It had been so long since she’d gotten to say his name just because.  It was always her favorite word for some reason.  Those two tiny syllables just meant so much to her.  They were all hers, really.  No one else got to say his name the same way she did or as much as she did.  ”Charlie,” she repeated.  She looked up at him.  ”I missed you so much.”

It felt like the second Lucy got comfortable with Charlie, the pitter-patter of Pippa’s feet running up the stairs interrupted her.  Lucy didn’t mind, though.  She missed her perfect little girl.  Her face broke into a huge smile as she saw Pippa peaking around the corner.  ”Come here, Buggie,” Lucy said.  Pippa didn’t need any more encouragement and she bolted towards her mother.  Lucy lifted her red headed daughter off the floor.  ”My baby,” she said, closing her eyes and holding Pippa tightly.  The small girl’s grip was just as tight as her mother’s was.  ”Mama,” she answered.  ”I miss you so much and I want you to be with me all the time again because Daddy doesn’t know how to take care of me and he hates me, I can just tell, but you don’t hate me, you love me.  Please take care of me again.  I’m sorry I was a bad Pippa.  I’ll be good now, I promise.  I swear on Ginger Charlie!”

Lucy laughed at Pippa’s rushed words.  She was honestly the cutest thing in the entire world.  ”Daddy most certainly does not hate you,” she assured.  She looked at Charlie for his reassurance, even though she was pretty sure that Pippa wouldn’t believe him either way.  She wasn’t old enough to really understand that Charlie wasn’t very good at lying about caring about people.  ”You don’t hate your little Pippa, right?  You care about her very, very much.”  Lucy bounced Pippa lightly in her arms and kissed the side of her head.  The four year old was gripping on to Lucy’s neck like her life absolutely depended on it and she’d never let go again.  Her face was buried in her mother’s shoulder the same way Lucy buried her face in Charlie’s.

Charlie wrapped Lucy in his arms as soon as she came to him, and smiled, as he kissed her head. “I missed you too, Lu. I’m glad to have you back.” he said, and it was the truth. They were, and had always been, a package deal. They would never really be okay without each other, because as many ups and downs and horrible moments and fights as they had, they still really did love each other more than anyone else on the planet. The way they got through everything that he did and the way they could not stand too much time away from each other was already enough of an indicator of that. “I need you, you know that?” he whispered, quietly, so that he wasn’t sure she would even hear. It was probably better if she didn’t, anyway.

Charlie watched Lucy and their daughter reunite, and he knew that he would never be half the parent Lucy was to her. He knew that from before, of course, but moments like these were just a reminder, a reassurance of that. He didn’t exactly care, but he did know it was hard for Pippa and Lucy both. Pippa’s statement surprised him a little, but it was completely true and he knew it. He didn’t hate her, he just… had no idea what to do with her. “Of course I don’t hate you, Pip” he said, trying not to smirk. The little girl’s perceptiveness was kind of amusing. “I could never hate you. I’m just not good with people. You know that, right?”

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Lucy looked at Charlie and then the hedgehog.  It was so cute… but that didn’t change the fact that she was upset with him - or the fact that he didn’t apologize.  He didn’t even /try/ to.  He just thought he could go out and buy her something, apparently.  That probably hurt more than anything else.  She couldn’t just be bought.  She was his wife, not some meaningless person in his life that he could throw a gift at and hope for forgiveness.

A large breath of air filled Lucy’s chest.  She held it for a moment before expelling it softly between her lips.  ”Is this how little you respect me?  You think you can just buy me something and we’ll be fine?  You’re not going to say you’re sorry for anything at all?” she asked.  There were so many things that he should apologize for in her opinion, but she wouldn’t make him say he was sorry for every last thing.  She just wanted an apology for at least one thing.  ”Do you think you’re just immune to apologizing, Charles?  Is that it?  You don’t think you have anything to be sorry for?”  Her arms uncrossed and then crossed again.  ”Because you have a great deal to feel guilty about, just so you know.  But if you’re only going to apologize for one thing, it should be the way you turned my daughter against me because that wasn’t fair.  Or maybe it should be for the fact that you made me feel so uncared for, I was too uncomfortable to stay in the same house with you.”

Lucy’s bottom lip began to quiver as tears filled her eyes and she could feel her teeth start to chatter together due to her anxiety and frustration from the situation.  Why couldn’t he just be a regular husband who loved her and cared for her and didn’t make her feel so awful?  Why couldn’t he apologize for things that he did that were wrong?  ”Why don’t you love me?” Lucy finally said.  ”You say that you do, but you don’t!  You clearly don’t.  And I… I try so hard to make you care about me and…”  Lucy couldn’t finish talking because she didn’t really know how.  She turned her face away from him, trying her hardest not to cry.

Charlie stared at her. That was not what he had intended to do. He wanted it to be sort of like a white flag of surrender, a peace offering. Clearly he still did not fully comprehend human emotions. He frowned, shaking his head. “Lu, I didn’t mean… I just wanted…” he started, but he realized he wasn’t actually sure what he wanted to say. He was sorry about the way Pippa had reacted, and about how much this had all affected Lucy. But he wasn’t sorry about not wanting the baby. He did not think it was a good idea at all, and he would do whatever he could to push that idea away.

“Lucy, I love you. I do. And I’m… sorry about, how Pippa reacted” he said, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t mean for her to act this way and frankly, I wish she hadn’t.” he announced solemnly. Pippa had been a heavy load, and he still wondered how Lucy managed her so perfectly. He reached for her hand, and hoped she wouldn’t pull it away. “So yes, Lu, I apologize for those things. I didn’t want this to snowball into the huge fight it’s become, and I want it to be over. I miss you” And he did. He wanted to sleep in the same bed as her again and kiss her every morning and every night and whenever he wanted to. He missed being her husband and he missed having her as his wife. 

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Lucy was lying in her bed on the third floor where she resided at night when she heard Charlie and Pippa come home.  It took everything in her not to roll her eyes in annoyance.  Their mere presence was enough to set her off lately.  It was why she spent most of her time out in muggle London or at Eloise Sloper’s house.  It was just easier to be away from them.  It wasn’t because she didn’t love them, because she did.  But she was mad at the both of them for being so selfish about her being pregnant.  It wasn’t all about them.  It was about her, too, but they refused to see that for some reason.  And so Lucy refused to speak to either one of them until they apologized.  Profusely.

 The familiar sound of Charlie’s heavy footsteps making their way up the stairs made her sigh.  How many times a day had she heard him come up to the third floor to talk to her?  And how many times had she ignored him?  More than she cared to admit to.  Sometimes he didn’t even bother talking to her.  He just sat outside of the room for a while and then Lucy would hear his footsteps retreating once again.  She always wondered how he was feeling about the situation.  Was he mad?  Was he hurt?  Did he feel upset at all?  It was so hard to know because his level of emotional capability was so low.  Half the time Lucy wasn’t even sure that he actually loved her.  Could he really know what it was like to be in love with someone, or did he just assume that because it was a positive and strong feeling, it must be love?  She usually didn’t dwell on those questions for long, though.  She’d rather believe that he loved her with all his heart and he always would.

 Charlie’s voice drifted through the closed door and to Lucy.  She sighed again.  Carefully, she took the bowl of popcorn she had resting on her giant, pregnant belly and set it aside.  She then used a spell to make her stomach go to its normal size and looked around for something to put on that didn’t consist of maternity clothes.  It had to be something sexy that would make Charlie miss her even more.  She opted for her favorite pair of lingerie that she had worn the first night of their honeymoon.  It consisted of a teddy and matching underwear and it was black.  She took a deep breath to prepare herself.  Taking a few steps forward, Lucy opened the door and cocked her head to the side as she looked at Charlie.  It was the first time they’d actually even been face to face in at least a week.  “Unless you plan on apologizing for being a complete prat and the shittiest husband on planet earth, I have nothing to say to you,” she said.  Her arms crossed over her chest but she made sure to position them just right so they forced her boobs upward more.

 Lucy didn’t even notice the cage behind Charlie as she stared at him.  All she could focus on was…well, him.  His hair, his arms, the way his shirt fit against him, the small crinkles next to his eyes and the permanent frown lines on his forehead were all mesmerizing her.  She wanted to just reach up and touch every last inch of him.  She wanted to kiss him and hug him and be with him again because he was her husband and she missed him so much.  But she restrained herself.  She had to.  She refused to be the first one to give in like she always was.  This time, it was his turn to come back to her first.

Charlie looked Lucy over, trying not to be so obvious about it. She had obviously magically reduced her belly, because there was no way at this point of her pregnancy she could be looking… well, like this. He could tell she was probably doing it to get him to apologize, or just to taunt him. Either way, it was kind of working. She looked amazing, and he missed her. He missed her a lot. 

He smiled at her, trying to be equally provocative to her as she was being to him. “I’ve something better than that, actually” he said, and he moved the cage to where she could see it. The new hedgehog was peeking all around the cage, trying to look as much as he could outside of it. “See? It’s a, erm, peace offering, if you will. Pippa and I picked her out for you. We miss you” he said, smiling as genuinely as he could. He wanted to pull her close and kiss her or just hug her, because he really missed her. A lot. But he had to wait for her to accept the, erm, peace offering. He was very adamantly avoiding the word ‘apology,’ which he was sure Lucy had actually caught. But he hoped she wouldn’t comment on it. That could completely mess up any plans of reconciliation he could’ve had at all, including the new pet. 

 Charlie had spent a lot of time in this dumb fight with Lucy. It had been weeks, and he couldn’t believe it was still going on. He had spent hours, days trying to devise a plan to make it end, because he knew just apologizing to her wouldn’t cut it. Besides, he wouldn’t do that. He still believed he was right. Instead, he decided on something better. At the moment, he was with Pippa. At… a pet shop. Now, pet shops were really, really not Charlie’s cup of tea. There were children everywhere and barking came from the cages were the dogs were kept, everything smelled like poop and dog food, not to mention the squawking of the birds. It was absolutely infernal and he intended to get out of there as soon as possible. Pippa, however… well, she seemed to love it. She pressed her nose against all the glasses of the fish tanks, ran around with a toy that had a bell in it, and stared at the hamsters rolling on their wheels. Charlie rolled his eyes, but he let her be. 

As soon as he saw someone that worked at the store who looked the least bit competent, Charlie walked up to her. She was tall and had warts all along her jawline. She wore hideous powder blue glasses with a chain that hung around her neck, and her hair was tied up in a tidy bun on top of her head. Pippa spotted Charlie and walked up to him and the lady, shooting him a disgusted look at all her warts. Charlie was too annoyed to laugh. “You work here, right?” he asked the lady, who promptly nodded and smiled at Pippa. She hid behind Charlie’s leg, and he shook it a little so she would let go. “We’re looking for Hedgehogs.” he stated. The lady nodded again, and began leading them towards the back of the store. There were cages stacked up on top of each other and next to each other, cages that seemed way too small for the actual hedgehogs inside them. Pippa almost gasped in horror. 

“Pippa, you want to pick one?” The little girl was almost too eager. Anything to get the poor things out of those cages. Charlie waited for her as she peered over the cages into each one. All of them were curled up in little balls, but there was one that seemed curious. It was sniffing around the place. Pippa smiled. “This one!” she said, pointing at the specific one. Charlie nodded. “Alright, we’ll take that one” 

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“Okay, Pippa, you can, uh, go to your room or something.” said Charlie when they walked back into the house. He still had no idea how to be a real parent, if he was being honest. Pippa gave a small sigh and waved goodbye to the new little hedgehog, running off to her room. Charlie slipped off his shoes, and continued moving the new, bigger cage with the hedgehog in it with the levitation charm he was using. He walked to the third floor of the house where he knew Lucy had been staying and quickly knocked on her door. “Lucy?” he called out. “Lu, can I please talk to you? I’ve something to show you. Please. I want to fix this” 

guess she hates me op

kelsey I’m waiting for you to like that post so I know you don’t hate me!