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It's fucked.
It's more than fucked.
"Ow!" Jackie yelps, glaring down at the deep green, reedy foliage weaved in her lap. "Fucking… was that a fucking thorn?"
Shauna rolls her eyes, the corner of her mouth uplifting. "You big baby," she mutters, dropping her little crown twisted with huge, scarlet wildflowers. Her hands cradle Jackie's fingers, drawing her in. Shauna's lips feel crusted in dryness, but warm and living.
Jackie offers a soft, scoffing laugh, watching as Shauna leans away.
Well, shit… okay, her throbbing finger DOES feel better after a lighthearted kiss.
Or maybe just Jackie's wounded heart.
"Excuse me—you're the one with the baby," Jackie points out, lifting an eyebrow as Shauna's expression falls.
At first, Jackie didn't know if she wanted to talk to Shauna ever again. It's not that Jackie thought she loved Jeff… she knows she doesn't. It's that Shauna didn't care about respecting Jackie and Jeff's relationship. Like… Shauna didn't respect Jackie.
"I—I'm fucked, okay, it's—it's all fucked up 'cause of me—"
"Oh for goodness sake, Shauna—"
Jackie tuts, grabbing onto Shauna's wrist and halting her flower weaving, She cracks a bashful smile.
"It's fucked, yeah. I know. But I think you and I both know so is everything else right now. How about we focus on what's important?" Jackie focuses on her half-finished crown, using a scrap of rag to tie the ends and dropping it on top of Shauna's head. The sweet-smelling white blossoms glisten with dew. "Like naming these flowers," Jackie says, giggling as Shauna pinkens and giggles louder. "How about Julias?"
"Like Julia Roberts?"
"Why not?" An eager Jackie crows, her eyes widening. "I bet she smells good!"
Shauna gently holds up her own flower crown, hesitating. She regards Jackie's bright demeanor, and there's something like a darkness lurking behind Shauna's gaze. "Jackies," Shauna corrects her. "You smell good even when you're completely gross."
"Ha, ha…" Jackie says playfully. She lowers her head for Shauna's flower crown. "Shaunas. Red for badassery."
Shauna's cheeks pinken further.
One of her hands flattens over the slightest curve to her Yellowjackets uniform.
Jackie uses a bit of her daring, and a little of her natural "cheering up" skills, leaning in the grass. Their lips brush, peeking open like sun-drenched flowers. She tastes a clod of dirt on Shauna's mouth, licking it off. Shauna inhales, awed.
"I was wrong," Jackie murmurs, looking up through her eyelashes. She presses on Shauna's belly. "That's our baby, Shauna."
Tears glisten dewy in Shauna's eyes.
It's still fucked.
Jackie can live with that.
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