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Current Location: Alexandria
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Rosita Espinosa

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When: Summer
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Where: Alexandria
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Time: Early Evening
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OOC: Here is the thread we talked about last month
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It was early evening as Rosita made her way out of the house where she had been given a bedroom with a clean bed to sleep. After sleeping in a old sleeping bag for months and months, being able to sleep in a bed was a blessing especially in Rosita's current condition. Standing on the porch she leaned against the railing and allowed her brown eyes to roam over the various houses. This was home but it sure didn't feel like home at least not yet anyway. She knew the place would eventually grow on her as time went on but she had grown use to the out doors. But she knew she had the warfare of her unborn child to think about as well as her own. She pushes away from the railing before she heads over and takes a seat on one of the rocking chairs. She glances down and she can see the slight baby pump that is already showing thanks to her tight white tank top. She reaches down and places her hand gently on her stomach and slowly glides her fingers over her tummy as she speaks in a soft voice.
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"Don't worry little one I am going to keep you safe, your daddy doesn't hate you if anything he dislikes me. I ruined everything but at least I have you and that is what matters to me and I hope I always will have you."
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Rosita says those words while slowly gliding her fingers over her tummy, today with the white tank top she is wearing a pair of shorts and a pair of boots. And instead of the pig tails that she usually had her hair fixed in her hand hung loosely down past her shoulders and she had a hat on her head. She felt bad for the way her and Abraham had left things the last night she had seen him. After telling him that she was pregnant you would of thought that his whole world crashed down around him. And hers really crashed down around her when he had said he didn't want it. After that conversation there had been nights when Rosita had cried herself to sleep while wondering if she should just have an abortion. Or take some pill to abort the baby, sure it was dangerous but it would be better then having to know that the child wouldn't have a father.
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"I could never harm you physically or any other way little one..."
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And that was the truth since Rosita had told Abraham that she is pregnant things have slowed down a bit for Rosita. She didn't want to harm the child she is carrying, this baby is her reason for surviving and will always be her reason to survive. Glancing back up once more when she heard some people talking, she could see people from the group as they hurried about doing their duties. But as of late Rosita's mornings were filled with morning sickness while her nights was filled with thoughts on how she was going to raise the baby. And even baby names, she had come up with some beautiful names for a little girl and all she could think about was naming a little boy after his daddy. She rests her head back against the rocking chair and closes her eyes for a moment while slowly rocking back and forth. But after a moment hearing a voice she recognizes, Rosita lifts her head and slowly opens her eyes, she stands and heads over to the railing as she speaks.
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"Abraham..... *pauses and glances down before glancing back up* Can we talk for a moment... please..."
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Rosita who's attitude and demeanor had changed for the good since she has learned about being pregnant. She stands there staring at Abraham wondering if he would even want to talk to her. She knew she had screwed up her friend shop with him and she had also blown what ever their relationship had been. There had been love on her part and deep down she knew that at first maybe he cared about her too. But everything was just too damaged to fix their love but hopefully she could fix their friend ship and they could get along for their child's sake.

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Time: Alternate Universe
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Season: Summer
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Time: Mid Morning
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Weather: Hot and Humid
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It was a beautiful summer morning around Alexandria the birds were chirping and the sky was clear and blue. The convoy had long sense joined Alexandria and everything has been going extremely well but today Rosita just needed a day out to herself and what a perfect way to have that then going out and seeing what she could find. Sure, she knew there probably won’t be much to find but you never really know. The air was humid and it was extremely hot even for mid-morning hours but the heat didn’t bother Rosita seeing as she was born in Puerto Rico. And she had often enjoyed laying out on the beach sun tanning but in the world now she couldn’t just strip and lay out in the sun. The world around Alexandria was literally falling apart no one was safe unless you knew how to protect yourself.
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Dressed in a pair of olive green shorts, a white tank top tucked into the shorts, black boots and socks and her long black hair was braided and hangs down her back. Her favorite hat had long since disappeared having lost it in a fight one day with a walker. Not to mention she had even lost a necklace that had been given to her by a friend who had long since passed away. She hated the fact that she had lost both items but things happen that you cannot control. Glancing around the woods she saw a deer frolicking happily along with two little ones that still had their spots. She stops for a moment watching the creatures enjoying their play time with their mother. Before she takes a deep breath and continues on her way.
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So far today Rosita has found a few things she had found some raspberry and black berry bushes and had picked as many as one of her bags would hold and she had put it away in her back pack so they wouldn’t get smooshed. And she had also found some other fruits as well which she had stashed away to take back with her. Stopping once more upon hearing a rustling in the bushes, she reaches down and pulls out her knife. Keeping her distance from the bush until right on cue a walker comes out its legs missing and only one arm. Rosita shakes her head and as the walker gets close enough. She rams the knife thru the top of the head stabbing the brain before pulling her knife out and kicking the walker away. She shakes the goo from her knife before she puts it back in its case.
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Killing walkers had become second nature by now at first it would upset her because she knew that they were once someone’s father, mother, daughter or brother. But now it really didn’t matter anymore it was better to put them out of their misery so that her friends and new found family in Alexandria would be safe and sound. As she continued on her way Rosita made sure she kept her eyes open she really didn’t need any surprises along the way. A further down the trail Rosita happened to see something up ahead, she arches her brown and adjusts her back pack before she cautiously makes her way forward. She didn’t want to just approach it quickly and it turn out to be a trap set by someone out to steal whatever she had collected. But upon getting closer, Rosita couldn’t believe what she was seeing a huge basket of food.
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“Is that for real”
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She asked out loud but not too loud just in case there were other people out and about and had also came upon the food. Reaching down instead of her knife, she pulls out her hand gun and takes the safety off. Slowly creeping up towards basket all the while being cautious and on high alert. Once she reaches the basket she kneels down and looks it over for a moment before she quickly stands and aims her gun.
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“Whoever you are show your self.”
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Rosita says those words while keeping her gun drawn she had heard movement out in the woods and being her luck it was a walker. But it could also be someone that was coming to try and take the basket full of goodies that she has found.



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Location: Arlington Virginia
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When: Spring of 2013
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People involved: Rosita and Abraham Ford
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Notes: A lot of Feels in This Post
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A couple of years ago had been one of the happiest days of a young Latina’s life she had married the man of her dreams. She still couldn’t believe that a man like him could have ever wanted to settle down with someone like her but he had. Having met Abe during her medical assistant training with the military the two had quickly bonded. She was there for him thru the lonely nights that he was away from his family. And she was there for him when he had called it quits with his wife, that was the night that the pair had first hit the sheets. Sure, it had happened while he was upset but it had still met something to her and obviously, it had meant something to him too. Now here she sets 2 years after her marriage one hand resting on her swollen tummy. She was due in a couple of weeks and the baby has been extremely active up until now. Normally while Abraham is out for the day the baby is quiet but when he gets home it is like someone doing the Rumba in her tummy. Neither really wanted to know what she was having they had wanted it to be a surprise. So, they decorated the room so it would suite either a boy or a girl and they got clothes that would for either or.
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Making her way slowly out of the nursery, she closes the door behind her before holding onto the railing and slowly making her way downstairs. Her ankles are so swollen and her legs hurt bad all the extra weight from the baby was taking its toll not to mention for a spring day it is extremely hot outside. Which for Rosita only served to irritate her and make her feel worse than she already does, but all the aches and pains were worth it. Bringing a baby into the world was something special for her seeing as this Is her first. Reaching the couch, Rosita takes a seat and slips her slippers off before she swings her legs around and props them up on the couch. She had been extremely busy today and now she was paying for it. Having done the laundry, gotten dinner going in the crock pot and put away some baby stuff that had arrived. Rosita was tired but she also knew that she couldn’t give in to the way she was filling. She had taken maternity leave from the hospital at the beginning of the month because she was told that she needed to take it easy until the baby was born. But there was no way in hell she was going to lay in bed day in and day out she didn’t need her ass getting any bigger than it already was.
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“Hey in there little one you have been mighty quiet today.”
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She reaches down and slowly pulls her tank top up a bit exposing her tummy before she slowly glides her fingers over her tummy in a massaging motion. Usually when Abraham did this for her the baby was all kinds of active but not today and she really hoped that it didn’t mean what she thinks it means.
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“You know daddy isn’t here huh little one don’t worry daddy will be home soon and you can kick daddy’s hand. And make mommy’s bladder feel like it’s about to rupture just like you did earlier today. I think if you are a little boy we are definitely going to name you after your daddy can never have to many Abraham’s in this world.”
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She continues to slowly glide her fingers over her tummy she could feel tiny flutters nothing major so at least the baby was still semi active. Seemed a bit lazy but she knew that was normal, thinking for a moment she picks up her bottle of water and takes a sip. Before she clears her throat and sets the bottle down, returning her hands to her stomach she begins to speak once more.
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“If you are a little girl I am not really sure what we will name you I really like the name Bethany but then again Rosalina or Melarosa is beautiful as well. Hmmm that is something that I need to discuss with your daddy further. But if you are a little boy being named after your daddy isn’t a terrible thing, your daddy is an amazing man he is so strong and so brave. Not only does he take care of us but he serves his country just as well. And I know one thing little one, your mommy and your daddy loves you very much and we can’t wait to hold you in our arms and watch you grow up.”
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She says those words before she lays her head back against the pillow against the arm of the couch. She turns over on her side pulling the throw blanket over her and snuggles down under the covers needing a bit of a nap. The food in the crock pot was on low so she didn’t have to worry about that, and there was nothing else that needed to be done right now. As her eyes get heavier she yawns a bit and drapes one arm over her mid-section before she slowly drifts off to sleep.




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