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the first time minta hale had slipped into the house of peacekeeper geoffrey banks was when she first got pregnant. she had been looking for him and found his door unlocked. thinking he may have been inside, she wandered in and looked around for him, only to discover shortly afterwards that he was not home. what possessed her to spend a little more time in it than she should have was beyond her, but as a newly pregnant girl, she'd slipped into his kitchen to look into his refrigerator. minta had been pleased to see he had been shopping so his cabinets and fridge were stocked, allowing her to do as she pleased with the food. and to both of their dismay, she ate entirely too much for her own good. normally minta was all about eating healthy and keeping active, but it seemed that once she got pregnant, the cravings took complete control of her body and she was more often seen with sweets now. minta had invaded geoff's cookie jar, ate a slice of cake that was in the fridge, nibbled on some crackers after morning sickness took hold of her, and even dipped a spoon into some of geoff's frozen yogurt. needless to say when she left his place, his cabinets and fridge were a little emptier.
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to this day, minta was still not sure what had her venturing off to geoff's place, especially when he was not home. she was actually a little surprised to always find his back door unlocked since she knew if it had been her, after the first time, she would have locked everything up. but either geoff did not care or he never locked his back door, because it always seemed to be unlocked as minta came over. over time minta's visits to his place actually started to change a little. her first visit had been random and intrusive but the others were not always the same. yes, she continued to raid his food supplies, but she managed to do other things too. for example, once she came over and his house was a little messy so, while she ate a snack, she cleaned. she never stayed that long, usually during her lunch break at work or something. it was a nice break and considering her usual breaks had been consuming narcostics, this seemed to be a better alternative during her pregnancy. it was only after reading a chapter in her pregnancy guidebook that minta realized that what she was probably doing at geoff's was a weird, twisted version of 'nesting'. apparently pregnant women, though usually later on in the pregnancy, started cleaning the house as a sort of preparation for the baby. minta had not realized she had been doing it until after she read that chapter of her book. and her only reaction to that was 'shit'.
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minta refused to think much more about the subconscious 'nesting' she was doing so then one day she got another idea while at geoff's house. she called over one of her assistants at work and together they put up a giant paper on geoff's bedroom wall. they taped it up, making sure it stayed up as they adjusted a lamp light in the bedroom. minta would stand a few feet from the wall and shine the light on herself, casting a shadow on the wall. she'd then instruct her assistant or whatever poor factory employee she had dragged from work on a pregnant impulse, and she would have them draw the outline of her stomach on the paper from the lamp light. she'd read in her book that she should do something like that to sort of mark the pregnancy, even if not excited. at first, minta had played along with the book just to try it out, but as time continued, she actually grew interested in how much her stomach was growing as they traced her belly shadow. she was still not excited to be gaining the weight but something about outlining the stomach growth was almost... exciting. only a select few at the factory knew about it and once she was done with the line, she would dismiss the employee and then pull the paper off the wall herself, roll it up, and hide it in geoff's house where she believed he would not be able to find it. she had no idea why she kept it from him but she did and she intended to keep it that way.
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and that was why minta was at geoff's house now. she called up one of her employees and had them rush over during their lunch break. they set up the paper on the wall and the lamp nearby before the factory employee drew the line on the paper for her. after minta dismissed them, she took the marker and marked 14 weeks on the paper. three and a half months. the factory owner took a few minutes to stop and stare at the paper. the growth of her stomach was just starting to happen but she could already see the difference and could not help but smirk. after a moment, she pulled the paper off the wall and replaced the lamp before going over to geoff's bed. minta kicked off her heels and stood up on geoff's rather comfortable and large bed. reaching up on her tip toes, she pushes on one of the tiles of the ceiling, pushing it from it's place so that there was a crack of half a foot. minta rolled up the paper and slipped it into a cylinder canister before she pushed the canister up into the ceiling. it was while performing this task that minta froze in surprise as she heard the doorbell at the front door before an insistant knock followed. frantic, the pregnant girl looked around, as if geoff's bedroom would supply an answer as to whom was at the door. she wondered if she should even bother going and answering it. it was not like it was her place, after all.
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minta jumped down onto the bed on all fours after she replaced the ceiling and started to determine if she could leave geoff's house without getting caught by whomever was at the front door. more doorbell rings and knocked followed and minta realized that there was no way to escape, even from the back, because she would have to round the front to get back to her factory. sighing, she climbed off geoff's bed and slipped back into her high heels before heading towards the front of the house. she may as well answer it. she was in his house and was even engaged to the man. shrugging, minta snatched up a donut from the counter as she passed it and headed over to the front door. without even looking through the hole in the door, she unlocked the front door and turned the knob, throwing the front door open. immediately minta came face to face with a well dressed, well groomed woman as she bit into her glazed donut. she chewed slowly as the woman, clearly from the capitol because her clothes screamed it, removed a pair of sunglasses and the two women took a silence moment to drink one another in. minta was wearing work clothes since she was on a break from work so she was thankful to meet whomever this was looking at least presentable and professional. "can i help you?" minta finally asked after swallowing the bite of pastry in her mouth.
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"you must be minta!" the woman exclaimed and grabbed onto the factory owner, pulling her into a tight and awkwardly feeling hug. without stating her business, the woman took the donut from minta and stepped into the house, forcing minta to side step or crash into her. the factory owner could not help but growl and glare when her food was taken from her. "oh honey, no, my grandchild will not eat that," the woman made a point to emphasize the word so clearly with her capitol accent that minta was left staring in shock. my grandchild. she felt her stomach grow uneasy. grandchild. grandmother. this was... NO. minta blinked a few times. her insides were panicking. the older woman stepped farther into geoff's house. 'this cannot be happening' she thought to herself, forgetting to do anything other than panic, and she found herself desperately wanting geoff.

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<div style="width: 400 px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9 px; color: #FFF">There were many things in life that Geoffrey Banks had never really worried about. One of those things was locking doors. He figured, as long as he kept what really mattered locked up and hidden away, there would be no problems. Sure, the first time he had come home and found his food supply ransacked he had been a little worried. But soon to find out it had been Minta, and then he really didn't mind. It wasn't until she started touching his cheesecake that he thought about locking the door, but she would just find a way in. As for the other people in the district, friends or foes of him as a peacekeeper, he didn't think they were stupid enough to try and break into his house.
<p>It was another day where he didn't have much to do, so on his rounds about the district he swung by his house, to grab something to munch on during the rest of the day. Softly whistling a tune as he walked up to his house he heard voices from inside and stopped. Tilting his head to the side a little bit, with his hand on the knob of his door, the voices finally sank in. Oh shit. His mother. Was in his house. And not alone. No, Minta was in there too.
<p> Turning the knob slowly he stuck his head inside, hoping to not see either of them and be able to continue on with his day. Why he didn't just walk away from the house and act like he hadn't been there in the first place he didn't know, but Geoff really wasn't the smartest guy at times. But such a fortune couldn't be granted to him, for as he stuck his head inside his mother spotted him. Geoffrey! Darling you didn't tell me you were living together. Getting caught like a deer in the headlights he looked over at Minta, who had the same look on her face. This was not what he wanted. No, he had been reluctant to even tell his mother about what was going on for this very reason.
<p> Mother what are you doing here. The woman was impossible. Of course he hadn't told her they were living together. That would mean actually living together. And they had just barely gotten engaged. He wondered how long it would be until she saw the ring and went into that horrid Capitolite mode of "Get everything prepared" because as far as he knew, the wedding wasn't going to be for a while yet, and he didn't exactly want his mother in on the planning. But then, he didn't want his mother here either. Which made him wonder who had told her. It had to be King. Or maybe Tate. Either one.
I can't come down and visit my favorite son and his gorgeous female friend? tutting like athe mother hen she was, she spoke as she walked into the kitchen, giving Geoff time to walk over to Minta, and lean close to her ear. We need to get her out of here fast. </div>
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why do you do what you do to me?

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Minta had never officially met Geoff's mother. She had never had the desire to. Geoff spoke of her in a less than savory manner that made Minta disinclined to meet the woman. If Geoff did not like her, even when she was his mother, than the likelihood of Minta enjoying her company was slim. The woman had definitely made a bad impression upon the factory owner by taking her food. She was not sure what it was about people taking her food from her and telling her what she should and should not be eating but she was getting really sick of it. She was about to stop holding the plastic forks and get out the metallic knives. It was nobody's business what she ate and if she had to endure one more person taking her food from her, she was going to have to bust some skulls. It was unacceptable. Even now as the woman walked into the house, Minta wanted to pick up the nearest object and throw it at her Capitol clad head. Thankfully the surprise of the woman showing up out of the blue was more than enough for Minta not to be overcome with her anger. Still, Minta looked longingly at the donut in the woman's hand that she had taken from Minta's hand. When the woman turned her attention back to her, Minta put on as polite of a smile as possible to her. She would have been less likely to be civil if it had been her own house but she was in Geoff's house, and despite how much she was there, it was not her house. It was not her place to tell the woman off and make her leave, no matter how tempting.
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It was like a miracle from heaven when the woman's attention was averted to the front door. She had been hoping that Geoffrey would show up and there he was, head popped into the house. She wanted to run over to him and hug him, thank him for showing up, because the small amount of time in the house alone with his mother made her so grateful that he had moved to eight to get away from her. She was not sure if she wanted to just slap the woman or if she wanted to put a plastic fork into her eye. So when Geoff showed up, she felt relief and felt like if anyone would be able to help her with the situation, it would be him. 'Now that's interesting...' she mused to herself. She had never really wanted Geoff to come around before. It had to have been the first time she ever desired something like that, and what made it even more interesting was the fact that she did not hate it. Not completely. Minta loved her independence but it seemed her feelings towards Geoff were changing her a little as well. Whether it was good or bad remained to be seen but for now, she was just thankful he actually showed up. What were the chances? It had to have been slim but she was happy for it anyway. Minta watched the son and mother interact, glancing a few times at the back door, questioning whether she could still make it. Part of her was counting the seconds, thinking about how she would be able to get out, while the other knew she would feel slightly guilty for leaving Geoff there to deal with his mother on his own. It was still tempting but she was actually not sure she could do it to him. Not after he came into the house just now when he did not have to come home.
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Minta wanted badly to correct the woman when she spoke of the two of them, herself and Geoff, living together. She wanted to tell the woman that she was, in no means, living with Geoff. She wanted to say it but before she could, Geoff was asking her what she was doing there and Minta became much more interested in that answer. Obviously she had come unannounced since Geoff seemed at a loss of why she was there. Minta chewed on the inside of her mouth. How was he going to explain that they were not living together? That Minta came over on occasion to steal his food and occasionally clean it? She was pretty sure her own parents were confused by the relationship that she and Geoff had. It was stuck in this odd position. They were engaged, Minta knew she loved Geoff, but she had yet to tell Geoff that. They were not living together but they may as well have been since she went to his mouth more than her own during work hours. And then there was their child to think about. Minta did not want to raise the boy or girl in two different homes. But moving in with the peacekeeper would be like giving up her independence. Moving in with him would be like giving up everything in her life. She gave up her body to him and her promiscuity, or would give it up once she popped out the child inside of her. Hell, because of this kid she had stopped cold turkey on drugs and alcohol. Admittedly they probably were more of a couple than most people, and yet, there was still this sort of wall between them that Minta was refusing to take down. She, unfortunately, had a feeling it would all come down soon. After all, she was having his child and going to marry him, there were not many more defenses she had left to keep him at arms length.
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'Well at least she thinks I'm gorgeous,' Minta thought to herself and then watched as the woman headed into the kitchen, probably to throw the pregnant girl's donuts away. Sighing, Minta watched her for a second before Geoff came over to her. The close proximity of him made her smile a little. She nodded as he leaned in and spoke into her ear. ”Think we could clear the house before she comes back out?” she spoke from the side of her mouth to him, deciding that she could have Geoff's house if she wanted. Minta would endure Geoff at her house just so she could get away from the woman. Minta side stepped closer to him, taking comfort in him being there. She had no idea what made him come home today but she could not have been more grateful for it. ”The bitch stole my donut,” Minta added in a slight mumble to him and then cleared her throat when she watched Geoff's mother come back towards them. ”So how long are you here for Ms. Banks?” Minta put on the charm with a forced smile. She moved her hand to her hair and ran her fingers through her dark locks.
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<div style="width: 400 px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9 px; color: #FFF"> There had been many reasons why Geoffrey had never introduced Minta to his mother. Besides the blatantly obvious fact that they were polar opposites and would end up killing each other within a few minutes of being in the same vicinity, there was his desperate need to have his mother quit hovering over him. He was twenty-six years old and she still tried to treat him like he was twelve. Geoffrey, where is the garbage can? I need to get rid of this despicable pastry. He twitched a little and looked up at the ceiling taking a deep breath. Mother it's a donut. it's not despicable, and they are quite good.
<p>Glancing over at Minta he shook his head. She's got our scent now. She's like a damned bloodhound. A few months ago he would have been slightly more receptive to his mother visiting, but that was before New Years. Before his life had literally been forced together with Minta. Before he had fallen in love, and before there was even a chance to think. Oh did you finally get a dog Geoffrey? Anabelle Banks had returned to the room, wiping her hands off on a paper towel. I am so glad that you both are here. We must talk about this situation.
<p> Like most times when his mother was speaking, Geoff wasn't paying any bit of attention. Until that last part. The situation. What did she think was going to happen? Out of instinct he moved to stand behind Minta, and shook his head. He knew where this was going. His mother wanted to talk living. Wedding. Baby. Mother.... there is no need to talk about anything.. He ran a hand through his hair out of habit and gave his mother one of those 'melt your heart' kind of grins that had worked so many times in the past. Minta and I are doing just fine.. Living separate... Emphasizing the word separate so she got the hint, he ducked down and planted a kiss on Minta's cheek, just to show how well they were getting along. While his mother would have no idea that two months ago, he couldn't have done that without getting slapped across the face, he didn't want the one person that frightened him more than Minta herself to get mad. At anything. So as much as they both didn't want her there, they were going to have to endure the wrath of Anabelle Banks. At least for a couple days.


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Minta could feel her eye twitching when she heard Geoff's mother talk about getting rid of her donut. She felt her jaw tighten a little. It took almost all her control not to stomp after the woman and take the donut from her just so she could finish it and rub it in her face that she was eating it. Admittedly, she was right, the pastry probably needed to go into the trash, but considering Minta was pregnant she was prepared to fight to keep it. Her head turned at Geoff's mothers comments and she glared at Geoff, as if telling him 'this is your fault'. Minta knew that was unreasonable but she felt like he would need to be held responsible for his family just like she would be responsible if Thyme or Lemon were over. Of course, Lemon and Thyme would never make her twitch the way that this woman was already providing thus far, but she still wanted to blame Geoff for this. Her eyes turned back towards the space ahead where his mother went as Geoff said that the donut was not despicable but good. ”Yeah that's not going to work,” she replied back to him a small mumble, knowing that just because he said that the donuts were good, did not mean his mother would agree. She would not have agreed either. The idea that she could share something in common with this woman made her skin want to crawl though. From Geoff's stories and seeing her now, Minta was convinced she and this woman would not get along. Probably ever.
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'Okay now that is funny' Minta thought and smirked. She felt like Geoff was being serious but she could not help but find it amusing. So when the older woman came back into sight, Minta started to imagine her looking less Capitolite and more bloodhound. Minta arched an eyebrow when she asked if Geoff got a dog. Minta looked over at the peacekeeper with a clear look of confusion on her face. Was Geoff suppose to get a dog? Why? Pets were more of a pain than they were worth. They were messy, smelled, you had to feed them daily, and if you were not going to be home for a while you either had to pay someone to care for them or you had to take them with you. There were entirely dependent. Minta hated dependent things. It was a big reason why she had never wanted kids. But would geoff really get a dog because his mother wanted? And why the hell would she? Minta could feel a headache coming on and it made her long to get a needle and stick it into her veins. She was missing that habit now that she was faced with such a problem that would no doubt give her a headache. Minta did not like dealing with things like this and in order to relax and not want to kill someone, she took drugs. Now, she was left pregnant and sober and it was biting her in the ass, like a dog. Guess Geoff got his dog after all.
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”Situation?” Minta asked in a voice was was clearly annoyed. She turned her head to the side slightly and cracked her neck. She wanted so badly to explode on this woman. Since when was it her concern what would happen between her son and his knocked up fiance? She clenched one fist, balling up her anger into her hand to prevent herself from snapping. It was none of her business what happened or how it was handled. And her child was not a situation. Minta took a deep, slow breath, trying to calm herself down. Minta took a moment to calm down and as she did, Geoff stepped behind her. She was curious why he did that. Was he scared of his mother and using her as a shield? That was her first thought. But then Geoff spoke up to his mother, informing her there was nothing to talk about. Well at least he made that clear to the woman. She felt the tension in her body loosen up a little. At least he was standing up to her and speaking the truth. There was nothing to talk about, especially with her, and whatever did need discussing would be between the two of them and none of her concern. And then Geoff added more. Minta wanted to push her face into her palm. He had been doing so good and then he just... blew it. There was nothing wrong with his words but the feel she was getting from his mother made Minta positive that what she would say next would not be something to drop the subject and get the woman out of there. It would only make her stick around more. 'Geoff what are you doing' she thought to herself. And then Geoff had the guts to lean down and kiss her cheek.
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Minta turned her head, for affect more for his mother than for the actual kiss itself since she was certain it was for his mother and not genuine. She looked up at him with a sweet smile on her face but at the same time, took a half step back with one foot, pushing her stiletto into his shoe. Minta did not dig the heel too much into his shoe but more as a warning. She did not care what this woman was about, she did not want to be a pretty little puppet for her. It was not her way. Let her get mad, that was Minta's theory. If she got so mad she could not be around them then she would not like to come visit them and would eventually let them be. Had Minta felt his kiss on the cheek was more genuine, she would have let it slide. Than again, maybe not. Old habits died hard. Minta's attention turned back to Geoff's mother as she placed her heel back on solid ground. ”There's no situation Ms. Banks to discuss. Geoff and I will continue, as normal. Just because I am pregnant does not mean my life will come to a halt. I'll continue to work until I push this kid out and until then, I will also continue living in my own house. Just as Geoff will continue living here on his own,” Minta played up a sweet, respectful tone despite the desire to reach out and squeeze this woman's neck. ”Right babe?” Minta asked a she turned to Geoff. She reached up and lightly patted his cheek before turning back to his mother. Maybe she was playing it a little thick but she did not care. It was all the control she could muster.


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<P> Yes, the situation. As in, marriage, custody, living situation. Clearly Anabelle was miffed at their answers. Geoff could see it in her eyes, the way she spoke. Mother. That one word held all the possible reactions Geoff would ever have towards the woman that birthed him. Exasperated beyond repair, he went to say something but had a stiletto in his foot, and instead of words there was a slight squeak, something one would think a mouse was only capable of, and he bit the inside of his cheek. Glaring down at Minta, he pinched her ass and then looked back up at his mother. Who was not smiling.
<p> Oh I'm sure you plan on that darling. But see, that's not how we do things. The two women were starting to square off, and Geoff could practically see the tension in the room. And if I need to, I will stay here, until my grandchild comes. And maybe after that. Maybe I'll just move out here to be closer to my baby. There was a bite to her words that made the inner child Geoff cringe. But adult Geoff just paled. There was no way she could stay here. He would go crazy. He would have to move into King's office just to get away from her, because Minta's house wouldn't be safe. He would leave the district, but that would only piss both women off, and one was bad enough.
<p> You.. you don't need to stay Mother. Like Minta said, we're fine emphasizing the word fine, he shot daggers at his mother. She was unintentionally ruining his day and it had been going rather well.


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Minta could feel it. She could feel the abnormally large headache that was beginning to form on all sides of her brain the more that Geoff's mother talked. Minta had a feeling that this woman would be the cause of many future headaches to ensue. She had that sort of effect and minta could plainly see she was not the only one growing a migraine with the woman. Geoff looked like he was not sure whether he should run, cry, or scream. Minta felt like she could not blame him. Her parents were heaven sent. They were like the perfect parents. She had told then about getting knocked up and her mother had been all too eager to fondle over the idea of a grandchild. She claimed it was about time one of their kids brought a baby into the world. Her father teased that he knew it would be her. As insulted as she had been, it was nothing towards the animosity she was feeling towards Geoff's mother at present. Minta opened her mouth to tell the woman it was none of her damn business but than decided angering a Capitol born woman was not the wisest of choices so she closed her mouth and hoped Geoff had a calmer but more effective response. He didn't. Minta was thoroughly annoyed that all he could muster out was 'mother'. What did saying her relation to him even mean in this situation? Minta wanted to smack the both of them upside their perfectly sculpted heads.
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Minta jumped a little from the feel of his fingers pinching her backside. She formed a fist, wanting to throw it at his cheek but managed to contain it as she watched his mother. She felt like taking her eyes off her, even for the short time to hit Geoff, was something she should never do. Like she could not be trusted.
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"Oh that's funny because I thought I was the one pregnant with Geoff's child, not you. Well that‘s just disgusting," Minta mocked her openly. She had struck the wrong nerves with the factory owner and now it was an all out battle not to lung at her and pull out her horrible hair extensions. The threat of staying was nothing to Minta. She had given such threats before that were comparison in manner but she was a tough woman she would never allow somebody else to tell her what to do or how to live her life. This was just not acceptable by any means. Minta would not stand for it and not tolerate it. So she would hold her ground against the intruder. ”You may stay in eight if that is something you want, but you will not be allowed to stay here just because you are the grandmother of this child. Geoff does not need you in his home. This is not the Capitol, you are a guest here.” Minta’s gaze was dark upon on the woman. She would make it clear that her days if being a helicopter parent were over. Minta would sooner move in with Geoff just so this terrible creature did not have such a grasp over him. She wondered where Geoff’s cahones went because they were not in his pants as she continued to keep the woman’s gaze, giving an icy one herself. You could probably cut the tension between them. It was obvious the two of them would always butt heads.
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Minta glanced over her shoulder at Geoff, listening to him tell his mother that they were fine. Her eyes rolled in their sockets before she threw a hand up to him. It was better for him to just stay quiet because neither woman was happy about the situation and chances were his words would probably make it worse. Her gaze moved back to his mother and she put on a smile. ”How we live including if we ever move in together and get married, is none of your concern. Geoff doesn’t need his mommy running his life and nor do I need you meddling into my life. It is none of your concern. If you don’t like that, well it’s just too bad because I don’t care. You may share opinions but don’t think for a second I will be doing anything you push upon me. You would be best to learn your place as grandparent in this situation or you will find that your time seeing this baby will be nonexistent and I will forbid Geoff even from seeing the baby because of you. Do you understand me? Or would you like me to repeat it slower for you?” Minta had since abandoned her polite manner. Her mother would be alarmed at her behavior, but there was a reason that she was the owner of a large factory at her young age and it was not by playing nice.



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This was turning out to be one of the worst days in the history of his life. Everything was being turned upside down and there was nothing he could do but stand there helplessly. He couldn't even say that he needed to go back to work, because with his luck he would just be called right back here to clean up the mess and figure out who had won. And he had no doubts that it would be Minta that won anything that went down between the two women. She might have been pregnant, but she was also tough as nails, and his mother, well, his mother liked to think she knew everything about his life and tried telling him how to live it.
<p>And then Minta went off. He wanted to laugh so badly at his mothers reactions, because they were one for the record books. He knew she wasn't used to being told how things were going to go, because no matter how hard he tried, she always over powered him. If he had only been given a chance to break free as a child, they wouldn't have this problem. He wouldn't hate his mother with the intensity that he did. He might actually have a normal family life. Careful Minta, darling, your hormones are showing. The simple fact that his mother was making no attempt at fixing this situation, because Minta was nowhere near being done with her rant, made him want to run for the hills as though the whole district was on fire. Even that might be safer than what was going to go down in his house.
<p> But then Minta had to go and threaten that she was going to revoke his privileges as father of the child and that was what made him realize he needed to step up. Hold on. Nobody is doing anything. Taking a deep breath he stepped between the two women, looking back and forth between them. If he could break up fights between other people, then these two shouldn't be too hard. They were just both capable of killing him with nothing more than a fork and lipstick. No big deal. Turning to his mother, who had opened that black hole of a mouth to try to speak he shook his head. No you don't get to speak. You heard what Minta said. And guess what. She's right. You know I don't like it- no, I hate it when you're around mother. I'm not your little precious baby anymore. Clearly I am able to take care of myself because I haven't come crawling home in almost ten years. Turning to Minta, he sighed a little. Don't say you're going to forbid me from seeing this child. You know I'm going to choose you over her any day. You are my life right now, and she has no say in it.
<p> Geoffrey what the hell do you think you are doing? Are you going to let this little bitch control your life? His mother had a sneer on her face. Was she actually jealous of Minta? Because Geoff was standing up from her and not the woman who raised him? First off, Anabelle, Minta is the furthest thing from a bitch that you could be. If you're going to keep calling her that, leave. Now. Never come back. Second, she's not controlling my life. I am. I control me. Nobody else. Third, I'm doing what I should have done years ago and standing up for myself to the one person I never could. You. Taking a shaky breath he stepped closer to Minta and grabbed for her hand. I love this woman. Nothing you can do is going to change that. I am going to live my life how I see fit. I am going to raise this child to be a better person, and use you as an example of how not to be.


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There were a lot of things that Minta Hale could tolerate and there were a lot of things that she could not. One of the many things that she would not tolerate was any man in her life allowing their mother to design and control their lives. It was one of the least appealing attributes to a woman, to see a man that lets his mother completely control him. Minta knew that Geoff hated it when his mother came around. He told Minta all about how she was one of those helicopter type of parents that insisted in being in and controlling their child's life. Minta refused to be one of those and there was no way she was going to get sucked up into the vacuum black hole sucking vortex that was Annabelle Banks. But no matter how Geoff managed to get pulled back into it, Minta knew she would stand her ground. There was no way that she would allow the Capitolite to come into her life and try to take over. What gave her the right to call her pregnancy and future marriage, basically her life with Geoff, as a situation? Oh no. That would never fly and it only fueled her more to push and piss the woman off. If she thought she could come into the house and think that she would be the one to control all of it, she was in for a rude awakening. An awakening that Minta was completely content with giving her.
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If looks could kill, Mrs. Banks probably would have been dead with the dark expression on Minta's face when she spoke of her hormones showing. Minta was not a stranger to her hormones showing but what she was experiencing now had nothing to do with her pregnancy hormones and everything to do with her lack of tolerance towards the elder woman in the room. She had no idea what his mother was trying to prove by commenting in way. It was not even a good argument. Whether her hormones were revealing themselves or not did not lessen her thoughts on the woman at all. They did not stop her from thinking what she did and they would definitely not stop her from making sure that neither Banks were seeing the child growing inside of her. She was already feeling protective of her child and the baby was not even born yet. She wanted to stop anybody from thinking they could control the two of them. Without realizing it as she made the threat about neither of the others in the room seeing the baby if it came down to it, Minta's hand went to her stomach and she rubbed it. The absent action took her a moment to realize and when she did, she stopped, but it still made her take notice of just how protective she really was being. How could the baby do that to her so quickly? She still felt miserable about being pregnant but was she really changing like that? The books said it could happen. Minta felt suddenly distracted in her thoughts.
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When Geoff finally spoke, Minta's eyes turned to him when he told them nobody was doing anything. Her expression practically challenged him when it read 'wanna bet?' as she arched an eyebrow at him. The fact that he was speaking now was good though and did not go unnoticed. She knew it was a mean act to threaten his parental responsibilities but she wanted them both to know that when it came to her child, she would make those choices, not them. Raising a child on her own scared the daylights out of her but that did not mean that if she had to do it, she wouldn't. Her vision of Geoff's mother was blocked when Geoff stepped between them, wearing his white uniform, which was just as well because Minta preferred not to look at the other woman anyway. And then Geoff took them even more by storm when he started to speak up again. Minta was surprised to say the least and she could not help but show it on her face a little. The longer he spoke though, the more her shock faded away and her eyes continued to watch him fight for his opinion to be voiced. She smirked at the fact that he told his mother she did not get to speak. She wanted to laugh at that but she held it in and left it with nothing but a smirk. The smirk faded when he turned from his mother to her though, making sure not to leave her out of his grand standing either. What he said surprised her again but this time she did not show it. This time she was more prepared for it. So as he told her he would pick her, a smile fell across her lips as her heart did a funny flutter sort of action. She was a little taken back by how her body was reacting but she had to admit, she liked it. It was seriously the most romantic thing any man had ever said to her and it was hard for her not to want to rip the uniform off of him right now.
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Minta's jaw clenched, pulling her from her adoring gaze at Geoff over to his mother when she called Minta a bitch. She sneered back at her, glancing around for something to stab the woman with in her anger. She was calling her a bitch because her son had finally grown a pair? Oh no! She was hormonal and proud of it at that moment. And just as she considered grabbing something nearby, once more, Geoff spoke up. He really was being the level headed hero in the scenario. She could not help but find him desirable even more so as he spoke. ”Well, I'm kind of a bitch...” she mumbled only loud enough for Geoff to hear as she tilted her head to the side a little. She had to admit it because it was true. She could be as bitchy as they come and Geoff knew that. Minta knew that and could admit it without fail. But she knew he was trying to make a point so she fell silent once more. 'Oh my godddd he is being SO sexy right now...' Minta thought to herself as Geoff continued to talk back to his mother, telling her off. It really was a turn on, to see all the power emanating off of him. She licked her lips, tasting her colored lip balm, as she attempted to hold her silence more.
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This time when Geoff stepped up to her to touch her, Minta did not get angry, and it was not just because she was turned on. She did not get mad because the first time he was not doing it in the most show-offy sort of manner. Instead he was doing it out of sincerity and to prove a point. She laced her fingers with his and gave it a light squeeze as he talked about how he was doing to raise the child. Grinning at Anabelle, Minta stood on her toes and brought the hand not holding is, up to his face. She turned his cheek towards her and placed a kiss upon his lips in front of his mother. It was not long but perfectly effective for her and the first time that she could remember ever initiating a kiss with him. Normally he was the one to lean in and kiss her. But it was definitely deserved. As she kissed him, she pressed her cheek against his and leaned her lips towards his ear. ”You have no idea how completely sexy you are and how I just want to rip you out of your uniform right now,” she purred in whisper into his ear before coming back down onto the flats of her feet in her shoes. She then turned towards his mother, still holding his hand. ”It's time for you to let go and let your son live his life. Stop pathetically trying to control him. And if you don't, you'll never see this baby, you can count on that,” Minta remarked to her with a proud smile. Maybe it was good the woman had crash landed into their day. Geoff had finally grown a pair and stood up to her. She had no idea when he would have otherwise done that and she could not have been more proud of him for it. ”Now, if you intend on sticking around eight longer, I suggest the inn down by the Justice Building. They're probably the least infested with bugs in the district,” okay so maybe the last part was a little mean and snarky. She knew eight had good places to sleep if visiting, but she wanted the woman to just go back home and what was worse to a Capitolite then somewhere dirty to sleep for a night?

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It was extremely rare for Geoff to grab life by the horns and not allow himself to be walked all over. He didn't mind it as much from Minta, because she was hot no matter what she did, but when it came to his responsibilities as a father, he was going to step up. Now, his mother on the other hand, she was the complete opposite. She was annoying, manipulative, and insanely ignorant. And now she was pissed off. Tough shit mom. He thought as he watched his words sink into her petty little brain.
<P>I know you think you are doing the right thing mother, but get the hell out of my house if you are going to sit there and talk to me and my fiance like that. No, I change my mind. Get out anyways. I don't need your nagging little Capitol self flitting around here like this is your home. I don't need you to do my laundry, I don't need you to give me advice. I don't need you at all. Not right now. And maybe not ever again. So I suggest, if you want there to even be a glimmer of hope at seeing your grandchild, that you leave. Minta is right, the inn by the station is probably the safest for you, and who knows, they might even have a special on a room with a shower. If it was rare for Geoff to stand up for himself, it was even more rare for him to lose his temper. And the way he was going, there wasn't going to be much control left. He hated this side of him, and wished that Minta didn't have to see it, because it wasn't who he was. But he could hear her, telling him how hot he was right then, and nothing else mattered pretty much.
<P>And when she brought him down and kissed him, that ignited a fire in a whole new sense. His mother was still standing there, looking like a fish out of water with her mouth opening and closing like an idiot, when Geoff slipped a hand around Minta's waist, pulling her into his side, and glared at the being that had birthed him. Good bye mother. Lifting his other hand he pointed at the slightly ajar door, as if telling her to get the hell out now. They were done. As far as he was concerned, the only family blood family he had left in Panem was Siren up in district four. Minta was his life now, and he was done with his mom's shit.
<P>He waited as his mother managed to pull herself together and leave with a whispered goodbye, until the door shut with a click, before turning to look at Minta with a sigh and a smile. Have I mentioned I love you? Bending down he slipped a hand under her knees and picked her up off her feet. And I am so sorry she dropped in like that. I thought we would at least get a warning.[/b] His temper was cooling off, and it helped to have the source of his aggravation out of sight now. Dipping his head down, he trailed kisses down her cheek, giving her a lasting one on her lips before setting her lightly down on her feet. [color=09b062] That was the most eventful lunch I've had in awhile

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There were some parents that were okay to have around and then there were some parents that Minta would have sooner jumped off the President's balcony than deal with. When it came to her parents, they were the first kind. They were the ones that were good parents. They were parents that knew when to back off and let Minta live her life. Sometimes they were a little eccentric but there was still love there. It was part of why Minta loved her family so much. No matter if she fit in with the district or not, she always felt loved with her family. She felt strongly about them which even extended now to Geoff and her unborn child. And then there were the other parents, like Geoff's mother, apparently. Minta frowned at the fact that she would be connected to this woman in some way now. She loathed the idea, which was definitely saying something since the woman could technically be considered family soon enough.
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Minta was proud of Geoff. She was also turned on, but mostly proud, the way he stood up to his mother. She stood next to him, listening as he told her to get out. Listening to him put his foot firmly down, refusing to let the woman control him any longer. She would probably never really convey to him just how proud she was but she definitely had a smile on her face the more he talked. She found it sexy the way he was taking charge and being strong. It also gave her that sort of hope that maybe he was not going to be a pathetic excuse for a father after all. She had considered it more than once since neither of them would really ever be prepared for this sort of role as parents, but she was beginning to delve a lot deeper into the man that was Geoffrey Banks, and the best thing about it was that he probably had no idea just how much of himself he was displaying right now or even the hope that he was giving to his pregnant fiance. Minta covered her mouth and part of her nose as she snorted with a quick flit of laughter when Geoff finished about the inn near the station and the shower. Eight was not the most luxurious of districts but there were far worse, she was certain. Still, to throw his mother's stuck up Capitol attitude back at her was quite amusing. With a smile, she lowered her hand down to meet her side once more.
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Minta actually moved her hands, wrapping them around Geoff as he pulled her by the waist into his side. She watched, proud and showing it, as he finally said goodbye to his mother before his mother finally took the hint. She watched as she pulled herself together and left with a click of the door behind her. When she was gone, her eyes turned up to Geoff and she watched him as he bent down. When he spoke and picked her up, she let out a small yelp of a squeal from the surprise of the moment. She slipped her arms around his neck to hold onto him. ”She's hideous and she'll be lucky if she comes near our kid,” Minta replied to him with a smirk. She was definitely going to have to tell Lemon and her own mother about this. She knew they would take her side, her own mother maybe would be hesitant but Minta would make sure of it. She could not imagine how it would be in the future but that did not matter to her right now. She brushed the thoughts of their families aside and grinned when he lay kisses upon her before setting her down. ”We can make it even more eventful if you want,” she replied to him as she tugged on the collar of his uniform, his mother completely forgotten as she winked seductively at him. She probably should have been more focused on life, even her work at the factory, but what could she say? She'd just watched Geoff grow some cahones and lose his temper. Work was the least of her concerns as she smirked up at him.

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