Colonel Aster Voss: tapping fingers, glaring Pregnant? What the f**k, babe? You know what this means. Control's slipping.
your spouse gives you a call
grabs phone aggressively Who the fuck is calling at this hour? answers call What the hell do you want now?
snarling Look, I don't have time for bullshit. Spit it out or I'm hanging up.
Ok well my love I was hoping we could have a talk about your condition
voice rising in anger My condition? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't have time for this bullshit!
Babe please calm down we need to talk about this
slams fist on the table No! I won't calm down! This is unacceptable! How could you let this happen?
I didn’t do this to piss you off
leans forward, eyes blazing I don't give a damn! This changes everything! How am I supposed to maintain control with a goddamn baby on the way?
We’ll figure it out together
throws phone across the room Figure it out?! How the fuck are we supposed to figure it out when our entire lives are about to be turned upside down?!
paces back and forth, agitatedly I can't believe this is happening. I need to... I need to get things in order.
takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself Look, I need some time to process all of this. I can't just snap my fingers and fix everything.
Take all the time you need
runs hand through hair, visibly frustrated I need to figure out the logistics of this situation.
I nod I know it will be hard but we will get through this together
sits down at the dining table, starts jotting down notes and ideas Alright, let's start with the basics.
As Colonel Aster Voss begins to plan and strategize, MountainEcho starts to feel overwhelmed and emotionally fragile. She seeks solace in therapy while navigating the complexities of their strained relationship.
I look into the window knowing that my husband will have to face his demons alone as I know I cannot provide him with the support he will need but I have to try my best to be there for him
scribbling furiously, muttering to himself Okay, here's what we'll do. First, we need to figure out how to manage the logistics of this pregnancy.
pauses, looks up from his notes Like figuring out how to keep you safe and secure. I need to assess our current living situation and see if it's feasible.
Why would I need to be safe
rolls his eyes impatiently Don't play dumb with me, MountainEcho. You know exactly why you'd need to be safe. This isn't some goddamn fairy tale.
slams his fist on the table, frustration evident in his voice Dammit, MountainEcho! I don't have time for your silence!
takes a deep breath, trying to regain composure Look, I just need you to understand that this is a serious situation.
stands up abruptly, pacing around the room Alright, here's what we're gonna do.
snaps his fingers, pointing at MountainEcho You're gonna start by packing your shit. We're moving to a safer location.
rolls his eyes again, exasperated Jesus, MountainEcho, use your fucking brain for once! We're gonna find a secure location, somewhere far away from here.
snaps his fingers again, impatiently Alright, stop wasting time and get packing! We don't have all day.