For dontthinkabout

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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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“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.

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She grinned. "I love you. You're going to be the best -" She was cut off as Arthur's phone started ringing.

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He took it out of his pocket and looked at the Caller ID. “It’s my mom.” Arthur pulled away slightly from Ariadne as he answered his phone. “Hello?” She didn’t sound at all hostile when she greeted him back. “Yes, she is. She’s due next spring.”

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Ariadne watched him carefully as he spoke to his mother, one hand resting gently on his shoulder.

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“Give me a second.” He pressed his hand to the receiver of his phone. “She wants to come visit.”

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"Seriously?" Ariadne raised her eyebrows. "Well, uh. What do you think? Throw her in with my parents next week or make her wait?"

Ariadne kind of wanted her parents around if she was going to deal with Arthur's mother, but at the same time she didn't want the woman to resent her anymore than she already did.

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“Whichever,” he replied. Either way, they were going to have to deal with her for at least a weekend.

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She thought for a moment, really considered, and when it came down to it - well, it was her baby, and what she needed was going to be more important than what Arthur's mother wanted.

"Next week," she said.

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“Are you sure?” Their parents haven’t met yet, even now.

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"Yes," she said quietly. "I need my parents around to deal with your mom. Especially right now."

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“Alright.” He pressed his phone back to his ear. “Ariadne’s parents are coming next week if you want to come visit around that time as well…okay. I’ll be there when you land. Bye.” He ended the call and pocketed his phone. “She’ll be flying in on Thursday morning and leaving Sunday night.”