Zoie - Lesbian Liaisons/Log

A very *very* pregnant Beck waddles into the pizza palace, pausing just inside to look around with a slightly grumpy twist to her lips.

Zoie is sitting at a booth with just delivered veggie pizza in front of her and a notepad that she's writing on. A smile plays upon her features as she hums and swings her feet. Of course, they don't touch the ground.

Beck sighs a bit as she apparently doesn't see who she was looking for, but she does spot the rather insanely beautiful young woman. She waddles in the direction of Zoie, pausing once to place a steadying hand on a nearby table.

There is something that every woman notices. Well every romantic woman who thinks that love is the conquer all and that people live happily ever after. That thing? Is a pregnant woman. Green eyes flicker up as Zoie's baby radar goes off. Her lips curve into a truly friendly smile, as if she's known Beck her //entire life//. "Hi!" She greets and offers a seat across from her. "You want to sit down and eat, how are you?" There is a pause that the woman looks sorta familiar. "I'm Zoie."

Beck's own smile goes a bit goofy when Zoie smiles at her, that aw-shucks-pretty-woman thing that probably happens around Zoie an awful lot. She lowers herself down onto a convenient chair. "I'm Beck," she says. "We, um...met when you were workin' at Kiva, back when I was only smuggling a volleyball."

Marlena has arrived.

Zoie turns her eyes towards Beck for a few moments. "You weren't pregnant before, it was just a volleyball?" Yep, hook.. line.. sinker. She's making blondes everywhere look bad. "Well.. you are pregnant now right?" She starts to reach over to touch Beck and then realizes that's rude. So instead she sweeps up her notepad and veggie pizza and plants herself at Beck's table.

Marlena makes her way into the place, staring at a small watch on a fob hanging from her pocket and muttering to herself. And then, she looks up, and well, and theres the person she was coming to meet. All muttering goes the way of the dodo, and she comes straight line and unwavering across the room, well, unwavering until Beck (the clear aim of her stride) suddenly has a companion at her table. Curiousity flicks onto her face as she gets within hailing distance, softened as she clears her throat. "I'm sorry I'm late, Beck." she offers with sincere apology and only then does she put a hand out to touch Beck's shoulder lightly, because it's a bad idea to sneak up on a tetchy pregnant woman.

Beck snorts at Zoie, though she's grinning. "No, I'm not. This is actually a parasite that's taken over half my fuckin' bodily functions and is gonna pop out of my hoo-ha like a chest burster from Aliens. Then it's gonna continue to parasitize me for at least twenty years." She looks behind her when Marlena shows up. "Oh, hey you. It's okay, I got distracted by a cute girl." . Zoie blushes at the word 'fuckin' and then at the 'hoo-ha' as Zoie starts to sink a little lower in her seat after each moment. Her eyes are huge in that adorable shocked way. "Babies are amazing. I hope if I ever get married taht I get to have them." She looks up at Marlena joins them and offers her a beautiful smile too. "I have pizza if you want some."

Marlena returns Zoie's smile, after all, it's only polite. Then she slips down into a seat next to Beck. "Attention span of a mayfly, that is one of the symptoms... or, no, wait, that's just you love." she says with a much wider smile to the gravid woman. After adjusting her skirts and getting her bag down she ahems. "Any contractions yet? Have you been keeping your feet up? I have tea for you!" and then she smiles back to Zoie. "That's okay, I'm planning on eating a couple of slices, starving. And it's not like you have to be married. Beck, care to introduce me to your friend?"

Beck snorts. "I can pay attention to lots of things," she protests mildly. "And, yes, mommy. I'm taking care of myself." She rolls her eyes a bit. "Oh, Zoie, Marlena. Marlena, Zoie. Marlena's one of the baby's other-mommies. This is a strictly no-marriage kinda baby. They don't let queers get married, we might seduce away all the cute girls or somethin'."

Zoie stares for a few moments. It's like they broke her brain for a few moments and then she lightbulbs. "OH! You are like lesbians. Okay, I totally understand that. You know you can totally like get married in Boston and some other places." She grins to them and then looks at the stomach. "So um.. Marlena is your girlfriend but um..." She tips her head and looks at Marlena's skirt and back to Beck's stomach. "In vitro?"

Marlena smiles just a bit. "One of, and legal license or not, Beck means as much to me as any spouse ever could." she says rather simply and dreamily, eyes gravitating towards Beck's face. Possibly misty, even. And then she pauses, grinning a bit mischeviously. "I suppose I am, statistically speaking, Lesbian. I mean, if you're going to round up."

Beck grits her teeth but manages to relax them with an almost palpable effort. "Yes, but I don't *live* in Boston or San Francisco or wherever else. I live *here*." She taps on the tabletop for emphasis. "Although, then I'd have t'decide which one of my girlfriends to marry..." She rests a hand on her belly. "No, there was an actual father involved. Friend of mine and, no, I'm not tellin'."

Zoie looks at Beck for a long moment. "Sooooo... you slept with a guy to have a baby." Then she looks at Marlena. "You are actually bi, but prefer women and there are more of you in a um.. what do they call it.. a polyamorous relationship?" She snags a bit of pizza. This is like Springer coming to you.

Except Springer has fewer teeth and more people jumping up and scattering chairs behind them. Also, hair pulling. Though Marlena does reach over to brush gently at a lock of Beck's hair when she senses that tension. "Oh, marry Natsuki, she wouldn't nag you to death like Joan would. Also, she's got that dainty thing going on. And she rides bikes like you." she teases softly, though clearly there's no jealousy there, and then she looks back to Zoie, shrugging. "I just call it my family. Wasn't what I was looking for, but it's what I found, and it's perfect."

Beck shakes her head at Zoie. "No, it was...well, complicated. Wasn't intendin' to get knocked up. I guess more...I wanted t'see what it was like and fucked up the whole not-gettin'-pregnant thing." She smiles a bit at the 'polyamorous' comment and Marlena's description. "Well... Yeah, I guess. I'm datin' Joan and Marlena and Natsuki, who're all dating each other, and also most of 'em are datin' a guy who I'm not datin' because, hello...penis." She closes her eyes for a long moment then, her expression tightening for about ten seconds before she relaxes. "Still 'bout an hour apart."

Zoie looks at Beck for a few moments. "So.. you got pregnant on accident by the guy." Blink Blink. Yeah, Zack is totally never getting any, like ever now. Great. Just scared the virgin even more. Then she looks at Marlena and simply smiles and nods. "Oh wait.. Natsuki, that is one of Kenny's girlfriends. I haven't met her yet, but I think that's who he said was one of them. He has one of those many girl things too. I bet you'd totally get along."

Marlena squeaks as she realizes that this means that BECK IS HAVING CONTRACTIONS. No, she does not wait to find out if she has permission to touch her stomach. "Serioulsy? Seriously?! Oh wow, did you call the doctor? Do you need me to? I can go and pick up the bag? Should I shut up with the rambling and asking you a thousand questions?" and then /she/ starts counting her own breaths and comes down with a "Sorry. Other-mommy freak out. I'm okay now." She blows a lock of hair away from her face. "And you and Quentin still get along, just not romantically, and that's fine. You're more like brother and sister." she says with a shrug and then.. and then her eyes focus in on Zoie with laser like intensity. "Kenny what now? Nooooo. We'd know if Nat was seeing anyone else. She doesn't keep secrets."

Beck furrows her brow. "Kenny? Who the fuck is Kenny?" she asks, glancing at Marlena. Then she's being fawned over and she irritably pushes Marlena back. "The bag's in the fuckin' car and you'd better be fuckin' able to drive because I'm not leavin' it here." Then Zoie gets her attention again. "And, well.. I got knocked up because we each thought the other was sterile, which was obviously...not true." She smiles ruefully. "Next time, if there is a next time, we'll use condoms. Or I'll get an IUD or somethin', just to be sure."

Zoie looks between them. "Soooo Quentin is the dad? It's good to get along with the baby's father. Oh! Kendrick. I.. I thought he said it was her and Numi that he was sleeping with." She looks a bit awkward to that. "I could you know be totally wrong. I only half listened. I find it confusing that people aren't just with one person anymore. I mean yeah, I don't understand why it's not just one person and one person. I would say one man and one woman but you know, that's nto always the case."

"Beck, maybe Kenny /is/ Quentin, I mean his last name is Kens..." and then she's cut of from her thoughts by what Zoie says next. "Mmm, nope, you must have misheard. Or he's a lying sack of..." she cuts herself off, another deep breath "Aaaanyway, once you're not nursing anymore, there's always Depo. It's been very good for me."

Beck blinks at Zoie. "*Quentin*? Fuck -no-, he's not the father," she says vehemently. "He's a decent enough human being but he's never puttin' his weiner in my bun." She looks over at Marlena. "No hormones. Sometime ask me 'bout my experience with the pill. Knives may have been involved."

Zoie looks around for a bit between the women and asks the question that might make the world stop. "You can really get pregnant your first time?" Yeah, she said it. Then she smiles. "You need me to come to the hospital with you? I am really good at cheerleading."

Marlena mmphs to Beck. "And I will drive, of course. I have a license... somewhere." she says, patting her bag and then blinks to Zoie. "oh, yeah. yeah you can. Absolutely. You can get pregnant your first time, you can get pregnant if you do it standing up, you can get pregnant even if you take a bath right after, all those things. Didn't you have sex ed where you were, or were you in one of those abstinence only states?"

Beck looks at Zoie like she just asked if the world was round. "Um...yeah. Duh. All it takes is one little bastard sperm gettin' through to your egg and you're fucked."

Zoie nods her head. "This is why I'm waiting for marriage." She then moves to stand up. "Should I get the pizza to go? Do we need hot water or anything to help you with your labor?"

Marlena hrmphs to Beck. "Or you're very lucky and will have your own personal miracle soon, messy though it may be." she points out, clearly she is more the optimist in this particular situation before she looks back to Zoie. "You can always use protection. I mean, I do, and I haven't had a single fertilized egg yet. Besides, you might not want to get pregnant right after you marry anyway, right? And if they're an hour apart, it's actually okay. When they get more like.. fifteen minutes, then I'll start to freak out and haul her into the car."

Beck snorts darkly at Marlena's words. "Which might be fuckin' *days* from now. They don't even call it labor until you've shit yourself and are trying to throttle the next closest human being."

Zoie looks them over for a few moments and then she smiles a bit. "Well okay then." She sits down. "I think that sex just complicates relationships. I mean I don't think bad of people that do it. I just don't think it is right for me, you know?" She shrugs a bit and smiles. "Babies are always welcome. Do you know if you are having a boy or a girl? What about names?"

Marlena mmm's. "Sex can actually, really? Simplify things. When it's with the right person, it can be this time of really pure communication and connection. A binding. It can wash away a lot of confusion and tension and leave you with just the important parts, the caring and the pleasure you can give eachother and the closeness." she says, waxing a little poetical even. "But if it's not right fr you, it's not right for you, and it's good to know that."

Beck shrugs her shoulders at Marlena's poetry. "Or it's just a good way to get sweaty, burn calories, and have a lot of fun with someone." She bumps into Marlena with her shoulder good-naturedly. "I have names picked out, though I don't know if it's a boy or a girl. And they're a super secret surprise, I haven't even told my sweeties yet. So shhhh."

Zoie nods to Marlena. "I totally believe in what you just said, and how better to know it's the right person than it to be my husband? I'd feel bad if I slept with someone and they turned out not to be and..." She shrugs. "It is just how I feel."

Marlena gives Zoie a small smile. "And that's totally cool. But just remember that sometimes life hits you from out of left field. I mean... until I moved here I thought I was basically asexual." she says and thne looks back to Beck, wrapping an arm about her waist and rubbing at the small of her back a bit. "Sometimes it's just that too, I guess, but even then, it's all the things I said at the same time." Shmoopy eyes! She is full of shmoopy eyes! "And I still get to have you committed if you name the baby Starchild or something like that."

Beck smirks at Marlena, though she leans (awkwardly) against the other woman. "You at least thought you were straight 'till I got my hands on you," she points out with a grin. She looks over at Zoie and sighs a bit. "Yeah, well. Waitin' for marriage ain't an option for me even if I were inclined. So enjoy your straight privilege." She tenses up as another contraction hits her. "I want to go home."

Marlena smirks to Beck. "Love, I will point out that you were the first to /get/ your hands on me." she points out. "Well, due to the timing, you and Joan, I suppose, if you want to pick nits. Quentin was the one who shocked me with Sudden Orientation Change." She doesn't care about the awkward, it is only physical. Beck fits against her in her head no matter what. And then the tensing up. "Okay, we'll get you home and tuck you up in bed with the rubber sheets on, just in case. Here, let me carry your things.. Zoie, nice meeting you and all, but when pregnant lady says go, we go."

PS. All those that read this log hoping for THAT kind of log. SHAME! SHAME ON YOU AND YOUR ANCESTORS.