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Their families had gone home two days after Christmas, and Arthur had suggested spending New Year's at Lake Tahoe - a mini-vacation, he called it. Ariadne had readily agreed, and now Arthur was busy loading up the car with their bags - he wouldn't let Ariadne do much to help, but she was helping out, anyway, carrying her suitcase down the stairs awkwardly.
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Ariadne's parents had been there for a few days by the time Arthur's mother was scheduled to arrive - which was all to the good, as far as she was concerned. She needed the emotional support provided by her parents to get up the bravery to face his mom. He told her she didn't have to go along to pick her up, but Ariadne insisted. The ginger tea helped a lot with the nausea, and the rest, well. Arthur was with her.
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Eight weeks. She was eight weeks pregnant, and she knew she couldn't wait any longer. Her errands complete, she put the groceries away and went to find Arthur in his office. Slipping her arms around his shoulders from behind, she kissed his neck. "I'm going to call my parents on Skype in a few minutes. I'd like you to be with me," she murmured in his ear.
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Ariadne knew that the day all their new furniture got delivered to the condo would be busy - she'd done her best to time all the delivery arrivals so that there wouldn't be too much of a clusterfuck, but inevitably there were about three trucks parked on the street at any given time.

And she had a lot of burly delivery men to direct.

"Master bedroom, please," she said firmly to one group, then turned to another couple of guys, who were hauling her drafting table. "Careful with that, please take it to the breakfast nook, that space to the back of the kitchen with all the windows. Thanks..."
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It was inevitable that her meeting with the committee would run late, leaving Ariadne with ten minutes to get across town to the warehouse, and she hadn't even eaten anything all day.

She burst in, fifteen minutes late, bag of take-out in one hand and her messenger bag across her shoulder, looking rushed and windblown.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," she said, her eyes searching Arthur out, and the person with him. "I got you sandwiches."
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