Moving Day (for dontthinkabout)

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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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"Promise?" she asked with a little smile. "Even if I decided to do up one of the bathrooms in nice shades of pink?"

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Arthur nodded. “I promise even if you do up one of the bathrooms in shades of pink.”

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"I won't do that, though," she quickly explained. "Pink is terrible with my complexion."

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

“But I love when you blush,” he said and touched her cheek.

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She laughed, turning her head to kiss his hand. "How did you get so perfect?"

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

“Birth defect,” he replied with a grin.

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"I hope it is genetic, for the sake of our potential future children," she said, laughing again and kissing his jaw.

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Arthur chuckled. “Let’s hope they have your brains and your looks.”

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"No, your brains. And your smile. And your hands. And your thoughtfulness. And your patience."

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

“Ariadne,” he kissed her gently, smoothing her hair back with his fingers. “I’m not perfect.”

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"Mm, you are. You can't hide it from me."

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

He smiled at her. “I hope our children grow up to be just like you.”

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"You just want them to worship you like I do."

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

“That’s ridiculous. If they grow up to be just like you, they’d be amazing.”

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"I don't know, I'm kind of difficult to put up with. You can ask my parents what I was like as a child," she said with a little grin.

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“Well, in that case, I was extremely introverted when I was a child.”

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"I was a handful." She nibbled his earlobe. "Maybe our child will find a nice middle ground."

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“Compliant, but still a little headstrong.”

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"Thinks for themselves, but still listens?"

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“Your hair and eyes and my smile?”

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"And your hands. And ears. And patience." She laughed again. "I like your eyes, too."

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“Your eyes are better. They’re lighter than mine. But why my ears? They stick out a little.”

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"I love dark eyes," she murmured. "And I love your ears." She traced one with the tip of her finger.

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He laughed softly. “So how many children are we aiming for, hm? Girl Boy? Both?”

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She shrugged a little. "One, maybe two, if we like the first one enough. One of each might be nice, if it happened. At least, I think so."