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Aria listened for the shower to turn off from the kitchen. She'd gotten her's done rather quickly, wet hair with one of Rafes north face pull overs on. Her shorts were drying now, causing her to kick her bare legs back and forth from where she was sat on the counter. She was searching through her bag she brought over to the Cameron's, a look of panic across her face.
"What are you looking for?" Rafe asked her when he walked from down stairs, hair still wet and eyes setting on Aria on the counter. Her lack of words made him nudge her knee when he passed, "Huh?"
"My pills." she said back quickly, dumping her bag across the counter and go through all of it, "They were here last night and-"
She stopped, not finding the energy as she kept searching, panic setting in.
"Molly?" Rafe asked with a odd look, grabbing a cup from the high shelf.
"No!" Aria snapped suddenly, a bottle of advil flying everywhere as she flung her hands in annoyance. Rafe turned to her completely, watching her eyes shut and take a few deep breaths, "My medication for my seizures. It isn't here."
"You get seizures?" he asked, apart of him could remember her mom mentioning it when they were small, but wasn't sure.
"That's what happens when you use when your pregnant. You give your kid a bunch of fucking medical problems." Aria huffed, dropping her bag as she began going up the stairs for another search.
"Aria." Rafe called from the bottom step, looking up at her as she walked up the stairs, "Hey, i'm talking to you."
"I don't have time right now, Rafe." Aria spoke, continuing up before she heard a familiar rattle of pills. Turning, she looked down and saw the orange bottle in his hands, "You have them?"
"I threw your shoes away, they were inside." Rafe spoke as Aria came down the stairs quickly. He looked at the bottle, "Would you look at that? No need to panic after all."
Aria snatched them from his hands quickly, a lot harsher then planned but had already skipped a few days as was. Dry swallowing was the worst, but she did it anyways while looking at Rafe, "You threw my shoes out?"
"Worn out." he gave a shrug, nudging her ankle with his foot. Aria went to snap ad him again before Rafe walked toward the dining room, grabbing a box and holding it her way, "You needed new ones anyways."
Aria opened the box and found a new, shiny pair of combat boots on the inside. She smiled down at them, running a finger over the leather as she glanced at Rafe, "I prefer my sex work money in cash, actually."
Rafe laughed, pushing her head, "I can't stand you."
"I know." Aria hummed, pushing onto her tip toes to kiss Rafe on the lips a second, "Thank you."
He gave a shrug, "You can pay me back when we melt that cross down."
"And get our personal golf course with no geezers." Aria raised her eyebrows in a mocking way, "Can I stab you with the gold tee again?"
