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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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“You don’t know that,” he said a bit bashfully as he looked at her. “I’m pretty sure the baby’s going to know right away that this is the first time we’re doing this.”

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"Do you think it'll write you negative performance reviews?" she asked, teasing.

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“Raising our first child is basically an experiment, isn’t it?” He pointed out.

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"Maybe, but it's not totally new territory," she retorted.

Grant smiled at them both over the feed. "I'll let you in on a secret: after all of my years of research, all the studies I've done and all the children and parents I've met and talked to - the one common thread linking all the happiest, healthiest children, the ones who grow up the best, is coming from a place where they're loved and respected."

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He looked from Grant to Ariadne. “That shouldn’t be too hard.”

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"No, I don't imagine it will be," Grant said.

Her mother spoke up again. "You'll be fine, I know it. We'd better get off this thing before the charges start going sky-high. I'm so happy for you. We'll let you know when we'll be flying in, okay?"

"Okay. I love you," Ariadne said, blowing them a kiss.

"We love you, too, sweetie," Elizabeth said.

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“Bye Elizabeth, bye Grant. Thanks for the advice,” he added.

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They ended the call and Ariadne turned to Arthur, wrapping her arms around his neck. "That went well, I think."

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“Not we just have to worry about my mother.”

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"Think we should go ahead and call her?"

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“Yeah, might as well get it over with. Do you want to talk to her or should I?” He asked as he got up and moved the chair back to its original spot.

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"Well, she's more likely not to just hang up on you," Ariadne pointed out.

"If nothing else, we can leave a message on her answering machine."

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He nodded. “Alright.”

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She gave his hand a quick kiss. "I'm right here."

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“I know.”

He took out his phone and dialed his mother’s house number. He was hoping it’d go straight to voice mail and luckily it did. “It’s Arthur,” he said. “I just wanted to inform you Ariadne’s eight weeks pregnant. You know my number.” And then he hung up.

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Ariadne gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Answering machine, huh?"

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“Yeah.” He pocketed his phone. “Think she’ll call back?”

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"I don't know," she said quietly, reaching up to touch his face. "She despises me, but maybe the prospect of being a grandmother will do something to change that..."

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“Maybe.” He leaned down to kiss her.

“How’s the nursery going?”

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"Well," she said, her smile returning, "I was thinking for the walls we could just do a pastel kind of forest scene, and then a couple of characters on each wall. I'll probably go to some fabric stores to see what they have for Winnie the Pooh prints, for curtains and pillows and such..."

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“Anything for me to do yet?”

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"No. I mean, I guess if you want to start looking at paint and stuff, but it's still so early..."

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He nodded. “Whatever you need me to do.”

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"I need you to never change," Ariadne said with a laugh.

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“I won’t.” He smiled.

“Come here.” He pulled her into his arms, resting his forehead onto hers.