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omgjasminesimone · 5 years ago

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How to Make a Family

Bryce x Casey

Author’s Note: Warning: Mentions of miscarriage

Summary: Casey and Bryce decide to start a family, but the road to parenthood isn’t as smooth as expected.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3000

“Mmm….this is the best way to wake up.” Bryce mumbles, returning Casey’s lazy kisses with impassioned ones as he wakes.

Casey smiles against his lips and lets her tongue slip into his mouth. “I missed you.” She reveals when she pulls away a few moments later.

Bryce smiles sleepily, rubbing her back gently through her clothes. She’s still in her business casual from attending the morning session of the medical conference. “Not as much as I missed you. How was the conference? I thought you weren’t coming back until Tuesday. You didn’t leave early because it was boring, did you Dr. Valentine?”

“They moved Dr. Ramsey’s panel to this morning, so I came home early. I learned a lot, but I won’t bore you with the details. Not when we have catching up to do.” Casey slowly kisses down his bare chest. She gets to his lower abs and is about to pull down his pajama pants when he pulls her back up. She’s draped over him, staring into his brown eyes which shine with desire.

“Casey, as much as I hate to stop you, and believe me, I really hate to stop you, we can’t. I’m not supposed to ejaculate for 48 hours before my appointment. I can take care of you though.” He flips them so he’s on top, pushing her pencil skirt up over her hips.

“Wait, stop.” Casey interrupts, sitting up and pushing her skirt back down. “What appointment?”

“A good friend from high school, Wendy, she and her wife are having a baby. She asked for my sperm.” Bryce responds casually.

“What the hell Bryce?”

“What?” The fact that he honestly seems confused at her irritation makes her even more irritated.

“Don’t you think that’s something you should have talked with me about?” Casey asks, standing from the bed to put some space between them.

Bryce still looks flabbergasted, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. “Is it?”

Casey whirls around. “Yes, Bryce! It is!”

“Why are you mad? Do you not want me to do it? I already told her I would, everything is set up.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to do it necessarily, but if I didn’t want you to do it, I feel like you should have at least considered my feelings before agreeing.”

“How does it even affect you beyond this 48 hour no sex thing? I didn’t even think you were going to be here.” Bryce reasons.

“How does it affect me?! Are you serious Bryce?”

Bryce gets up from the bed, pulling her into his strong arms. Annoyingly, being in his arms always makes her anger fade. It’s really an unfair move that he always pulls when they’re fighting. After a few moments of silence, he pulls his other move, tracing circles in her back to further soothe her. “Hey…just tell me what’s wrong so I can understand why you’re upset. I love you, and I never want to hurt you Casey.”

She hugs him back which lets him now he’s somewhat forgiven, so he loosens his hold so she can pull back far enough to look up at him. “It’s just, I’m your girlfriend. We live together. We’re….we’re moving in the direction of marriage. And …babies.” Casey fights down her blush at being so vulnerable with Bryce. They’ve never talked about marriage, probably because they’re both a little emotionally stunted. After all, it took them a full year of hooking up before they even mustered the courage to officially date. But she wants him to understand why she’s upset, so she’s going to talk about her feelings, despite how uncomfortable it makes her.

“This baby you’re having, they would be half siblings with my kids….if we ever get there. I think we will. I guess….I just would have liked to have some input in you becoming a dad.” She looks down, it’s less embarrassing to look at her feet than his expressive brown eyes.

Bryce buries his hands into her hair, tilting her head and forcing her to make eye contact. “Hey, I’m not becoming a dad. I’ll be his or her biological father, and if they ever want to know me, of course I would write, call, have lunch, whatever, but this is Wendy’s and Jaclyn’s kid. Not mine. And they live in Hawaii, so it’s not like they’re going to be around a lot. I’m just doing a favor for a good friend Casey, that’s it.”

“Have you donated sperm before?” Casey asks. He sounds so comfortable with it that she’s starting to think he might have several sperm donor babies running around.

“Nah, they pay very little at the sperm banks. And look at me, hot, smart, tall. Wendy clearly knows what’s up. I’ve got prime stuff, so I’m not selling it cheap.” Bryce responds.

Casey snorts, hitting his chest lightly. “Moron.”

Bryce smiles fondly at her despite the insult, kissing her softly. “Don’t worry babe, when you’re ready to have my babies there will be plenty of sperm left for you.”

…

“Mhmmm….my favorite wake up call.” Bryce murmurs as Casey pulls away from his lips, kissing down his neck. He opens his eyes and checks the clock, 5:12 am. “Isn’t it our day off? What has you so frisky so early in the morning?”

Casey stops the kissing, opting to sit on him instead, her fingers delicately drifting over his abs. “I had a dream.” She replies.

“Ooh…a naughty one?” Bryce asks, hands wandering up her bare legs.

“No perv.” She teases, draping herself on top of him, fingers tangling into his messy morning hair. “I dreamt that we had a baby.”

Bryce has not so subtly hinted about how much he wants to start a family ever since they returned to Boston from their honeymoon in Fiji, and Bryce and Casey have been married for a little over a year now.

Wendy and Jaclyn send him pictures and videos of their daughter occasionally, and she’s beautiful. She’s 3 now, and it’s such a fun age. She calls him Uncle Bryce, and she seems to almost comprehend that he’s her biological father. She talks so well, (not that he’s surprised she’s smart, he and Wendy both have great genes) and his heart melts every time he speaks with her.

It makes him long for a child with his wife. But until now, Casey has been resistant. Her objections lie in her worries about her career. They’re attendings now, which allows for a better schedule but more responsibility at Edenbrook. And although it’s not fair, a baby would likely impact her career trajectory more than his. The most successful female physicians at Edenbrook like Dr. Harper Emery, have no children. (But then again, the most successful men, like Naveen or Ethan, also have no children, no spouses, they’re married to the job.) She’s worried she’ll end up like Dr. Delarosa. When Ines and Zaid had a baby last year, her hours were reduced dramatically while Zaid returned after paternity leave full time.

“Really? It was a good dream, right? It wasn’t some horror ‘Rosemary’s Baby’ situation? Are you ready to start trying?” Bryce shoots the questions off in rapid succession in his excitement.

Casey laughs, kissing her husband softly. “I’m ready to start trying.”

…

Bryce holds Casey on their bathroom floor as she cries, stroking her hair. He wants to cry too, but he won’t because she needs him to be strong right now. They’ve been trying to have a baby for a year, and they’ve just suffered their third miscarriage.

They’ve seen countless specialists over the year, and no one can tell them what’s wrong. Why she can’t carry the baby to term. She’s started to obsessively research possible causes, hoping to diagnose herself so they can fix this. It’s starting to take a toll on their marriage, he’s starting to wonder if it’s worth it.

“Casey, maybe we should consider surrogacy.” Bryce says. The specialists they’ve seen have all brought it up, but they, mostly she, wanted to keep trying. But now, maybe they’ve tried enough.

“But Bryce, I want all those little moments. The food cravings, feeling our baby kick, having control over what they’re exposed to in utero.” She pulls her face away from his now tear stained shirt. “I wanted you to massage my swollen feet, and to kiss my belly…..I don’t understand why I can’t do this. Why my body can’t do this…I feel broken.” She whispers that last part.

Bryce cups her cheeks, she had been looking down at the tile floor with tear filled eyes, so he makes her look at him. “You’re not broken Casey. This doesn’t mean you’re flawed in anyway. You’re perfect, and I love you.”

“I love you too Bryce. You’ve been so patient through all this, I want you to know how much I appreciate that.”

Bryce places a kiss to the top of her head. “There’s not one way to start a family Casey. We tried this way, maybe it’s time to try another.”

“But surrogacy is so expensive.” Casey complains.

“Good thing we’re both attendings with well-paying jobs and amazing insurance then.” Bryce counters.

Casey sighs, running out of excuses. “Okay, let’s look into it at least.”

…

When Bryce operates, it’s almost like he’s asleep, in a different, separate consciousness. He’s very focused on his task. It’s not until it’s over, the organ successfully repaired, that he feels like he’s back in the real world again, awake.

“Dr. Lahela, Dr. Valentine is here and would like to talk to you.” Dr. Delarosa announces over the intercom into the operating room.

“Dr. McGuire, would you like to close?” Bryce asks, stepping away from the table and giving the intern a chance to learn something. Francine McGuire nods enthusiastically, taking his place at the table. Bryce leaves his senior resident to supervise, throwing off his mask and gloves as he heads out.

Casey is waiting just outside the door, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Kate called.” Their surrogate, a single mother who lives in New York. She sends them updates on her belly bump, videos of their son kicking in her stomach. Casey always cries when they get them, but nowadays she reassures him they’re mostly happy tears. “She’s in labor!”

“Holy shit. She’s early! Is it too early? We were supposed to have another 3 weeks!” Bryce exclaims.

“Hey.” Casey wraps her arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug. He calms almost immediately. “We’re ready.” She promises, straining to press a firm kiss to his lips. “And I got us plane tickets, so let’s go before we miss our son’s birth.”

It’s a little strange to watch a woman you don’t know very well give birth to your child. Bryce isn’t sure if he’s supposed to hold Kate’s hand, or if he should be holding Casey’s. Eventually, Casey takes Kate’s hand, serving as an anchor when the contractions get bad. “Breathe Kate. You’re doing so great. Thank you so much. We love you.” She repeats these four phrases like a mantra, or a prayer.

Kate’s labor is long. Much longer than when she had her own daughter, she’ll tell them later.

(“It’s because he has such a big head. He’s smart, he needed the extra space for his brain.” Bryce tells Casey later, his arms wrapped around her as they watch their newborn sleep in his crib.)

After 8 hours, Eric Lahela (Legally, Casey took Bryce’s last name, although she still practices under Casey Valentine, so no need to hyphenate Valentine-Lahela) makes his grand entrance to the world. Bryce and Casey get to cut the umbilical cord together, and then after cleaning him off, the staff hand the baby to his mother.

Casey’s eyes well with tears as she takes in their baby. He mostly looks like Bryce, but Eric has her eyes.

…

“Bryce, wake up.” Casey whispers impatiently, but her voice is excited.

“What?” Bryce whispers back, not wanting to wake up their 18-month-old who’s sleeping between them. They really need to be stricter about getting him to sleep in his own bed.

“We did it. Today marks fourteen weeks. We’ve never made it to 14 weeks….” Her voice trails off, full of emotion.

He kisses her passionately, Eric stirring slightly as he accidentally jostles their son in the process.

They’ve suffered two more miscarriages since Eric was born. They weren’t actively trying to get pregnant, but they also weren’t actively doing anything to prevent getting pregnant either. But the miscarriages were always early. 6 to 8 weeks along. Bryce honestly thought they were in the clear this time when 10 weeks rolled around, but Casey was less convinced. She didn’t want to get her hopes up, she didn’t want to tell anyone unless she made it through the first trimester.

“So I get to do this now.” He mumbles against her lips, pulling her shirt up to expose her belly and placing adoring kisses over her skin. That’s something else she wouldn’t allow, worried they were going to jinx themselves and lose the baby if they were too happy, too excited about it. “I love you.” He whispers against her slightly rounded stomach.

“Me, or the baby?” Casey asks, running her hands through his hair.

“Both.” Bryce responds.

Casey smiles. “I’m going to make a 16-week ultrasound appointment. I want pictures, and to find out the gender.”

“I hope it’s a little girl. I hope she looks like you.” Bryce reveals, kissing her belly again to seal the wish.

“I bet Eric wants a brother.” Casey replies, eyes shining with merriment. “Should we tell him he’s going to be a big brother?”

Bryce grins, shaking the toddler awake. “We have amazing news buddy.”

…

“That is really cold.” Casey complains as the technician puts the gel on her belly.

“But worth it to see your baby.” The cheery tech insists, turning on the machine and working on getting a clear picture.

Bryce squeezes Casey’s hand in excitement as the blob on the screen starts to take form. The tech moves the transducer around, stopping when she spots something. “Well, that’s definitely a penis. It’s a boy!” She reports.

“Another boy.” Casey says softly, but with no disappointment. She’s still in disbelief that she’s carrying this child, getting to experience every moment of pregnancy.

“And I think there’s another one.” The tech reports, moving the transducer.

“Another one?!” Bryce exclaims, Casey squeezing his hand this time in her surprise.

“Yep, there’s another one. Baby B is a girl!” The tech reveals, grinning at the stunned couple.

“Twins?” Casey says in disbelief.

The tech nods, wiping the gel off and printing their ultrasound photos for them. “I’ll give you guys some privacy.”

“Twins.” Bryce parrots.

“And a girl too.” Casey adds, hands resting over her belly protectively. “Wow, twins. You think I get double maternity leave for two babies?” Casey jokes.

Bryce laughs, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “I know we get a discount at the Edenbrook Daycare Center. With two kids enrolled, the third is half price.”

…

“AAAAHHH!” Casey yells, sweat slicking her forehead as she pushes.

Bryce is posted at her shoulder, wiping her forehead with a cloth every few minutes. “You’re doing amazing baby. Keep breathing.”

“This hurts so fucking bad! I can’t believe you did this to me!”

“Casey, it was definitely a team effort.” Her answering glare is murderous, but then her eyes squeeze shut as she’s hit with another contraction.

“Give me your hand.” She demands through clenched teeth.

Bryce hesitates. “Are you going to break my hand?”

“I don’t fucking know Bryce, just give me your fucking hand, coward!” Casey never curses like this, especially not at him, it’s off putting.

“I’m a surgeon baby, I kind of need my hands.”

“Aaahhhh!” She screams again, doubling over in pain. He finally gives in, gripping her sweaty fingers. She squeezes really hard, and he’s worried she is actually going to break his fingers. He manages to pry her off his hand, giving her his strong bicep to squeeze instead. Let’s see her break that.

“You’re almost there.” Their OBGYN encourages, positioned between Casey’s legs. “Just a couple more pushes mama.”

“We’re never doing this again Bryce! If you want another baby, we’re adopting.” Casey insists, squeezing his bicep and pushing again.

“Three is plenty babe. Although I’ve always wanted to adopt.” Bryce replies, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

“I see the first baby! Keep pushing!” The doctor orders.

Casey pushes, letting out another loud scream. Their baby’s cry fills the room soon after. “It’s the girl!” The doctor announces, handing her off to be cleaned up after cutting the umbilical cord. “Just one more mama. You’ve got this.”

Casey pushes again, (Bryce’s bicep is definitely going to bruise) and their youngest son is born, crying just as loudly as his twin sister.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Their doctor asks, handing Bryce the scissors to cut his son’s umbilical cord.

Bryce cuts, and their son is whisked off to be cleaned up.

“Sorry for cursing at you.” Casey apologizes, turning to look at him.

Bryce smiles, kissing his wife softly. “Sorry for getting you pregnant.” He apologizes with a wink as he pulls away.

“Haha.” Casey says sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Her momentary irritation with him is immediately forgotten when her babies are placed in her arms. “Oh my god, they’re so beautiful. Where’s Eric?”

Bryce gently runs a finger over his daughter’s soft cheek, and then rustles the few strands of brown hair on his son’s head. “With Sienna in the waiting room. I’ll get him.”

Eric meeting the new babies isn’t as cute as his parents envisioned. The toddler is rather standoffish. Casey still gets pictures though.

Eric is very skeptical of these new babies. Being an only child was pretty great. And these things don’t seem to do anything, besides cry and poop. He’s not really sure why his parents are so enamored.

(They do grow on him eventually.)

...

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choicesfanficanonymous · 6 years ago

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O Little Town of Edenbrook | Ethan Ramsey X MC (Louise Haas)

Note: I clearly have no medical background and all accounts in this story are FICTION and it may not may ethical or logical in a real world hospital.

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of seizures and child abandonment

Summary: it’s the holiday season at Edenbrook and Dr. Ramsey assigns Louise to a new patient and the case hits a little too close to home for both of them.

Word count: 1523

Part One | Christmas Eve

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me too.” Louise sighed and flopped down onto the sofa next to Landry. Though there was three inches of snow on the ground outside, her roommate was dressed in a floral button-down top and obnoxiously bright neon shorts. His family was meeting in the Bahamas for Christmas.

“Relax,” Landry said just as a text from his Uber flashed on his screen. “Sienna and Elijah will be back Wednesday. Jackie’s flight lands at noon on Thursday and mine at three.”

Louise followed Landry when he stood and walked to the door where his battered luggage waited. She gave him a tight squeeze before he disappeared down the hall. Then she was alone in the hallway, rubbing her hands on her arms to keep warm. The heater in their shitty building went out an hour earlier and the technician hadn’t made it yet. Louise paused at the blinking Christmas lights she and Sienna hung around the doorframe and smiled. If she couldn’t spend Christmas with her family, then she was glad that her friends could.

All she had to do was get through two days at the hospital without her friends.

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They started the holiday schedule two months earlier. The ten interns who placed in the top for three weeks minimum got the Christmas holiday off. Everyone else pulled straws, literally. Louise hadn’t pulled a short straw and ended up switching shifts with Landry. It was a win-win. He got to be with his family and Louise got to stay far away from hers.

There was something unnerving about being one of the twelve interns in the atrium today. Louise looked around and saw only one familiar face that should be far away from Edenbrook. Aurora Emery. Louise soon realized locking eyes with her biggest competitor was a mistake because as soon as she made eye contact, Aurora stalked over to her.

“Surprised to see me, Haas?” Aurora asked. “The look on your face was pretty priceless.”

“I am, actually.” Louise said. “You placed first for the last seven weeks. Why are you here?”

“If I wanted holidays off, I would have become a teacher. Christmas doesn’t stop people from being sick or dying. And besides, I actually like helping people.”

Louise only nodded. She followed Aurora’s gaze to Dr. Ramsey across the room. He was standing behind Dr. Delarosa as she gave an enlightening speech about them being someone’s Christmas miracle with his arms folded across his chest and looking at no one in particular.

“Now go save some lives!” Dr. Delarosa exclaimed with a clap of her hands. And Louise was off… to save some lives, indeed.

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Louise was yawning by the time she finished with her last patient. Morning rounds took longer today. All of her patients were stable and she could take a much needed coffee break.

Danny waved as he pushed a patient by in a wheelchair. Louise waved back and felt a sudden longing for her friends. It had barely been twenty-four hours since they disappeared to their family traditions but Louise missed them and Edenbrook’s maze of corridors felt overwhelming without them there.

“Rookie,” Dr. Ramsey was walking toward her, casually with his hands in his pockets. “I hope you haven’t killed anyone today, because I was coming to give you a new patient.”

“What? No. I-“ Louise caught herself before she could sound any more like an idiot. “All of them are alive and breathing.”

“Great. Follow me.”

Louise did. They continued down the hall to the elevators and waited for a band of nurses to spill out before stepping on. Dr. Ramsey pressed the button to the ground level where they crossed the atrium into the chaos that was the E.R.

“Woah,” Louise gasped as a half-naked man nearly knocked her over into the lap of a little girl with a marble stuck up her nose. “I didn’t think it’d be packed like this on Christmas Eve.”

“It’s always crazy during the holidays, especially Christmas” Dr. Ramsey kept his gaze straight ahead. “Come on.”

Louise followed Dr. Ramsey through a slight crowd of people until they reached the beds to the far right of the E.R. He went to the fourth one and pulled the curtain. There was a girl about seven with a head full of curly red hair sitting on the bed.

“Hello, again, Bethany.” Dr. Ramsey said rather cheerfully, Louise noted. “How did I do?”

“She’s perfect!” Bethany smiled showing a lot of missing teeth.

“I’m sorry,” Louise raised an eyebrow. “Perfect for what, exactly?”

“Bethany, here, didn’t exactly like it when I showed up as her doctor this morning. And she had a specific request as to how her doctor should look. Someone that was-“

“A pretty girl doctor,” Bethany interrupted.

“You think I’m pretty?” Louise teased as she caught Dr. Ramsey’s eyes across the room.

“Just solve the case, Rookie.” Dr. Ramsey bumped fists with Bethany before leaving.

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There was one doctor on call in the pediatric wing and she approved of Louise taking the case. Bethany was admitted to a room on the pediatric floor and was seemingly fine as Louise ran more tests. Her chart only listed three symptoms: fever and severe chest pains. The fever was a sure sign of an infection and the chest pains could have been accompanied by a number of things. Simple enough, another doctor might have sent the girl home with antibiotics and pain meds but Louise noticed a slight yellow tint of the girl’s eyes.

Louise made a mental note to ask Bethany’s mom if she knew how long her daughter’s eyes looked that way. Her name was Kate and she had hair that matched her daughter’s. She always smiled when she talked to Louise but disappeared shortly after Bethany was admitted. The nurse down at the E.R. said the woman stepped out to give her husband the car keys.

An MRI ruled out a muscle tear. And an IV of antibiotics helped reduce the fever.

This was the time when Louise would normally have Elijah or Sienna or Landry or even Jackie to analyze the symptoms with. Instead, she was sitting in the cafeteria alone picking over her cold kale salad.

“What do you look so gloomy about?” Aurora slid into the seat across from her, biting into an apple.

“Nothing,” Louise sighed. “Just trying to solve a new case.”

“Care to elaborate? Maybe I can help.”

“A girl, seven. Fever and chest pain. And yellow tinted eyes.”

Aurora nodded, thinking. She took another bite of her apple and chewed slowly.

“And how did her blood cells look?” Aurora asked. And that’s when it clicked.

“Oh my gosh!” Louise said. “I bet they’re sickled… I could kiss you right now. You’ve literally just saved my patients’ life.”

“Please, don’t kiss me.” Aurora said but the corners of her lips twitched upward.

Louise grabbed her salad and tossed it into the bin before sprinting to the elevators. She nearly knocked down an elderly couple on her way.

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Dr. Ramsey was waiting in the pediatric wing when Louise stepped off the elevator out of breath from her sprint downstairs. She needed to get back in the gym.

“I figured it out.” Louise breathed.

“Do you need a minute?” Dr. Ramsey asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No. I’m fine.”

This time, Dr. Ramsey followed her down the corridor to Bethany’s room. From the window they could see her playing with a doll on her bed.

“It’s sickle cell anemia,” Louise said. “I know what you’re thinking but just because she’s white it doesn’t mean she can’t have it. For her to have it, one or both of her parents has to be a carrier of the sickle cell trait. If only one carries the trait then the other must be a carrier of the beta thalassemia trait. And for a treatment I need a blood match donor.”

“Well done, Rookie,” He started to say but a thud stopped him. Louise turned to see Bethany on the ground, seizing.

“Shit!” Louise was in the room in an instant, Dr. Ramsey close behind. The machines were beeping loudly.

“Get her on her side!”

Louise rolled the girl on her side and stroked her hair out of her face as Dr. Ramsey moved back to the door.

“I need a code team on standby!” He shouted and looked down at his watch, timing the seizure.

“Stay with me,” Louise whispered. “Stay with me.”

_________

Louise made her final rounds of the day before returning to see Bethany. She was stable now, but in critical condition and staying the night in the ICU. Though she should be used to the tubes and the wires, Louise’s heart ached when she saw the girl just lying there.

A round, gray haired woman stood with Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Shaw, the pediatric doctor on-call. They were discussing something intently. Dr. Shaw and the woman continued down the hall when Louise approached.

“Who’s that?” Louise asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Mallory Fitch from CPS.” Dr. Ramsey said. “It appears Bethany’s parents have abandoned her.”

part two soon to come

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studiogl · 6 years ago

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permexposed · 6 years ago

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lorenawescott-blog · 6 years ago

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GENERAL:

NAME: Lorena Delarosa Wescott.

NICKNAME: Rena (pronounced ray-nuh) or Lorie (which she hates).

BIRTHDAY: March 24th.

AGE: 29.

GENDER: Female.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Guadalajara, Mexico.

PLACES LIVED SINCE: Guadalajara and London.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Pimlico in Westminster, London.

NATIONALITY: Mexican and British.

PARENTS’ NAMES: Trevor and Kate Wescott and Jimena Delarosa.

NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: One half brother, named James.

PERSONALITY TYPE: ENTJ

RELATIONSHIP WITH FAMILY: Despite the huge change in her life, Lorena has a very positive relationship with her father’s side of the family. Her father has always cherished and spoiled her, and her brother is her best friend. Her relationship with her step-mother is a little strained. While Kate doesn’t blame Lorena for what happened, it’s still difficult for her to fully accept her, knowing her husband had an affair while they were engaged. Lorena hasn’t seen or spoken to her mother since she was ten.

CHILDHOOD TRAUMA: When she was three, she lost her home due to an explosion, and when she was ten she was forced to move to England to live with her father.

PHYSICAL:

HEIGHT: 5′5″.

WEIGHT: 120 lbs.

BUILD: Thin and toned.

HAIR COLOR: Brunette with blonde highlights.

USUAL HAIR STYLE: Long and wavy.

EYE COLOR: Dark brown.

GLASSES? CONTACTS?: Contacts.

STYLE OF DRESS/TYPICAL OUTFIT(S): Very sleek and chic.

TYPICAL STYLE OF SHOES: Heels.

JEWELRY? TATTOOS? PIERCINGS?: She just has earlobe piercings and has thistattoo on her ribs.

SCARS: She has a distinct scar on her bicep from cutting it climbing over a chainlink fence.

UNIQUE MANNERISMS/PHYSICAL HABITS: She smiles when she’s angry.

ATHLETICISM: She attends a workout class twice a week and works out on her own regularly as well.

HEALTH PROBLEMS/ILLNESSES: None.

INTELLECT:

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: BA in Philosophy, Politics and Economics

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Fluent in both Spanish and English, and is learning French.

LEVEL OF SELF-ESTEEM: Very confident.

GIFTS/TALENTS: Dance, debate, writing, and languages.

MATHEMATICAL?: Yes, she’s always been particularly good at math. Numbers are the same in all languages.

MAKES DECISIONS BASED MOSTLY ON EMOTIONS, OR ON LOGIC?: Emotions. She’s quick to anger.

LIFE PHILOSOPHY: Life’s too short to filter yourself.

RELIGIOUS STANCE: None.

CAUTIOUS OR DARING?: Daring.

MOST SENSITIVE ABOUT/VULNERABLE TO: Her mother. She understands why her mother gave her away, but not why she stopped contacting Lorena completely.

OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST?: Optimist.

EXTROVERT OR INTROVERT?: Extrovert.

RELATIONSHIPS:

CURRENT RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual.

PAST RELATIONSHIPS: She has a few notable ones. She had a girlfriend the majority of uni, but she moved to the United States for her masters, so they broke up. She briefly dated a man after graduating, but got too caught up in her work to keep the relationship going.

PRIMARY REASON FOR BEING BROKEN UP WITH: She’s a workaholic and tends to pick fights.

PRIMARY REASONS FOR BREAKING UP WITH PEOPLE: She doesn’t see a future with them or feel like they can’t keep up with her.

EVER CHEATED?: No.

BEEN CHEATED ON: No.

LEVEL OF SEXUAL EXPERIENCE: Pretty high. She’s not opposed to casual sex.

STORY OF FIRST KISS: She had her first kiss her brother’s best friend, Archie. She was fourteen and he was sixteen and she had a crush on him for ages. One time she crashed her brother’s party and ended up playing spin the bottle with the group. When it was her turn, it landed Archie.

STORY OF LOSS OF VIRGINITY: When she was seventeen, she lost her virginity with one of the boy’s in her debate club. They were staying after school to practice, playing the other’s opposition. Things got a little heated and soon they were ripping at each other’s clothes in one of the classroom’s.

A SOCIAL PERSON?: Yes.

MOST COMFORTABLE AROUND: Her family or Spencer.

OLDEST FRIEND: She’s had the same best friend since she first moved to England.

HOW DOES HE THINK OTHERS PERCEIVE HIM?: Intelligent, quick on her feet, and charming.

HOW DO OTHERS ACTUALLY PERCEIVE HIM?: Gorgeous, but a little full of herself and hot-headed.

SECRETS:

LIFE GOALS: To climb her way up the political ladder and potentially be a MP.

DREAMS: Same as above.

GREATEST FEARS: Heights.

MOST ASHAMED OF: The amount of times her dad had to save her ass.

SECRET HOBBIES: Playing video games.

CRIMES COMMITTED (WAS HE CAUGHT? CHARGED?): None.

DETAILS/QUIRKS:

NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD?: Early bird.

LIGHT OR HEAVY SLEEPER?: Heavy sleeper.

FAVORITE ANIMAL: Horse.

FAVORITE FOOD: Chilaquiles.

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Full English Breakfast.

FAVORITE BOOK: A Tale of Two Cities.

LEAST FAVORITE BOOK: The Twilight Saga.

FAVORITE MOVIE: Love Actually.

LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE: The Conjuring.

FAVORITE SONG: Landslide.

FAVORITE SPORT: Football.

COFFEE OR TEA?: Coffee.

CRUNCHY OR SMOOTH PEANUT BUTTER?: Neither. She doesn’t like peanut butter.

TYPE OF CAR HE DRIVES: She doesn’t have a car.

LEFTY OR RIGHTY?: Right-handed.

FAVORITE COLOR: Red.

CUSSER?: All the time.

SMOKER? DRINKER? DRUG USER?: Social drinker.

BIGGEST REGRET: Losing contact with her mum.

PETS: None.

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