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There were only a few people that she could be justifiably angry with, and she was on the top of her own list. But she couldn't take it out on herself like she normally did, she couldn't go and get high or go skateboarding with the guys like she normally did when she fought with Michi. She could usually storm out, and just go out and act a fool, do whatever it took to take herself out of her shit mood. But that wasn't an option anymore with a baby, no matter how early along it was. Tatum knew staying and trying to fix this was the right thing to do, but running away sounded so much easier. "You want me to aim it at myself then? Because I know it's all my fault, as usual," she muttered grimly finally, tightening her arms wrapped around herself.

Michi's bitter words were true, and they made her feel worse because Tatum knew that shr damn well knew the difference. She had gone to Sam out of spite, just to be vindictive and to piss Michi off for whatever they had argued about that night. The baby was just an unexpected curve ball in the whole mess, but she should have expected it with her luck. She had done it to hurt the other girl in the heat of the moment, and she felt terrible about it but she still couldn't turn to look at her girlfriend. "Yeah, well.. exactly. He's my boyfriend too, you knew that, you knew wgat the situation was when I started this! How long can I play the good catholic virgin, Mich, honestly? He was with me just as long, that's a long time to go with handys, you know! Most girls don't take a year to put out, and most of them don't get fucking.. knocked up the first time! Fuck! How was I supposed to know?" the redhead reasoned desperately, knowing that justifying her actions wasn't helping, but unable to shut up.

"Well you probably want me to," she muttered, still unable to look back at the other girl. "I think it would be for the best or whatever.. I think you need a break."