Angela
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Richard
Currently this young lady's life was falling apart right in front of her eyes, making her land back at square one. The thing was... It was all her damn fault. Sure, she wouldn't admit it to nobody but herself... But guilt was eating her up. And everybody knows stress ain't good for the baby. Which... Had only made her stress more. 

Those few nights in the motel felt like years. She had never been someone to do well with loneliness. She rather talk to the devil himself before starring at a ceiling and being left with her own thoughts and how God would judge her. 

Even when she was on the train there wasn't much talk to be havin'. Just window gazing and trying to leave her body thinkin' about what could've been. 

She recalled getting to a certain point and her body had a reaction. A fear of wanting to go back. Call that motherly instict... But Briar Ridge had always been a place to fear. A lonely place. A poor place. A place where he big dreams couldn't fit no more. No one would want her with that baby. And her biggest fear was having to depend on her brother for the rest of her life. She had shed a tear on that train, wiping it away quickly. 

Now she had made it to the porch. Two large suitcases dropped down at her feet as she looked over the door. It seemed so much older even though she had only been gone two years... 

She gave a knock, making it nice and strong so she could get in there and stop shiverin' in her fancy coat. Made to be pretty, not to keep her arms from fallin' off.
Alberto
The letter had only come through a mere day before her arrival. Postal was slow in Briar Ridge, but somehow that letter had come just in time. Unfortunately, he couldn't warn her that this was not the place to be. While Dallas missed his sister profusely, there was a part of him that had been glad she was in the city. Away from beasts and guns and safe houses. Now, for once, he was nearly begging her to go back. 

It didn't matter. She was already on her way, and if there was one thing clear— Dallas Sinclair was not turning away family. And he wouldn't let no damn werewolf touch his baby sister. 

He'd cleaned up the place— her room hadn't been touched since she left it. He'd dusted the cobwebs off and got everything situated for her, too. This would be a readjustment that he could handle. 

The knock came, sharp against the wood, and he moved from the table to the door and wrenched it open. There she was; all 5 foot somethin', furrowed brows and a pout as she chattered on their front porch. 

"What're you knockin' for? Get inside." He told her, pulling her in. The fire was going already, thankfully; he took a moment to observe her. "You really are pregnant, Addie," He said. And *Very* Pregnant at that. She could pop any day now, it looked like. 

"You came at one hell of a time," He said, shaking his head. "But I'm glad Yer home either way."
Richard
It was like the door was being opened in slow motion. God knows what she had missed, how her brother was holdin' up in there. She knew he had never been the cleanest, the best cook or... Well anything besides livin' his simple life. She felt relief when she saw his face, though her pout had become a permanent fixture on her face. And even though he looked good, the first thing to come out her mouth was.. 

"You look like shit." She grinned and came in, wrapping her arms around herself. "It somehow wasn't my last choice to come back her but, it's the only one I could think of bein'- stable... I guess." She looked at him, expecting him to grab her luggage from the porch while she moved closer to the fire. 

"You know, half my pregnancy i've been thinkin' about how mama had to carry your huge self for those nine months." She shook her head. "I bet I was the easy pregnancy." She helped herself to have a seat. It was odd to feel like a stranger in what used to be your own home... But she had changed a lot. Seen more of the many sights of the world, tastes luxury... 

This place was sadder than she remembered.
Alberto
He grabbed her bags off the porch automatically— though Dallas said he didn't let Addie get away with anything, that just wasn't the truth. He was a bit of a pushover in his own right; whether that was to placate the screaming, or maybe because she was his baby sister. 

"Yeah, well, I been through the shit and then some," He replied to her. "I was the easier child," He reminded her, putting her bags in her room for her. 

"Addie, you gotta understand somethin', bein' back in Briar Ridge and all." He turned to face her. "You can't be goin' out at night no more. Specially not on the full moon. Stuff's been... Happenin' and I don't want you to get hurt. Alright? Can you listen to me for once on that?" 

Not like it would be easy to slip out the window when she was about as wide as a whale, at least. "When's the baby due?" He asked. "That son of a bitch— I knew he ain't ever been good for ya."
Richard
"Quite don't mean easy." She argued and leaned back where she sat, watching the way the fire burned. She had been so emotionally exhausted these last few days and she didn't have a dramatic fit in her yet. But she wouldn't be known as the bad child. Nuh uh. 

"What exactly do you think i'm doin'? Fresh back from the city you think i'm sneakin' out to see boys? Find me a new daddy for the baby?" She raised a brow, looking over her shoulder at him from where she sat. "I'm a grown woman now. And I know finer things in life than sneakin' out the back door." She looked down at her belly and placed her hand on top of it. 

"I ain't doin' shit till this one's out of me. I've got barely a month left. Have to start making some arrangements for the birth now that I can't see that real good doctor Philip. He wore these real fancy shoes, something you can't even imagine." She said with a smile, already missing all those nice things.

"Brian ain't nothin' to me anymore... He won't be seein' his baby or me ever again..."