Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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"I'm okay," she said but everyone continued, not believing a single word. She grumbled other unkind words but Ivaan continued feeding her, shutting her up with mashed potatoes and scrambled eggs, with some kale and spinach veggies on the side.
"You scared the fuck out of me," Amé said, and hadn't she been pregnant with her nephew or niece, she would've hit her, and hard.
"I'm sorry," she shyly said. "Um, baby?"
"Yeah babe?"
"Are you mad at me?" And she did that thing, where she'd lower her head, look up with big brown eyes, and pout. He kissed her pouty lips.
"No, I'm just... confused, why'd you keep that from me?"
"I'm sorry," she sighed, and she opened her mouth for another spoonful of food, chewed, and swallowed. "I was worrying so much figuring out how to tell you that I out-worried my worries," and she frowned at her explanation, which made no sense. "Okay but like, Leila told me about your girlfriend when you were nineteen or something."
He chuckled, "What does golddigger Anastasiya have anything to do with us babe? That was like, five years ago," and he fed her again.
When she swallowed, she answered. "Leila told me she tried to get pregnant, to you know," and she made a hand gesture to signify money, and made it seem like she pocketed it. "But she couldn't. Says either one of you were infertile and I didn't wanna disappoint you or worry you further–"
He fed her again. "You need to stop worrying less about everyone else and more about yourself," and Amé said, "I second that."
"But I love you," Ina groaned. "So much it hurts right here," and she grabbed his hand and put it on her chest. "It's like I can't live without you."
"Is this the baby?"
"This is me you asshole," and she let go of his hand.
"You're so cute," and he kissed her.
"Love me."
"Doctor says I can't," Ivaan said, like a man giving his condolences.
"You guys are grossing me out," Amé rolled her eyes. "Seriously. Anyways, Ivaan get out I need to talk to her."
"Excuse me–"
"You're excused," and she took the food from his hands, "bye."
"Come back again baby," she said and kissed him, and then he was gone. "What is it Gremlin?"
"You have a meeting with someone."
"Right," And she lowered her head, fiddling with the hem of her blankets. "I know. I haven't forgotten. I've actually been thinking and I know a way to sneak out."
"You haven't been alone for two minutes?" She cocked an eyebrow. "How do you come up with a master plan to escape your already-designated husband when he doesn't even shower if it's not with you."
