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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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“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.”

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"Okay." Her hands went around his shoulders, her fingers rubbing gentle circles into the back of his neck. "What... what else did she say?"

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“That she wants to come see us. And I said okay. She didn’t really say much,” he replied, smoothing his hands down her back. “I guess we’ll see what happens what she comes.”

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She bit her lip, a little anxious. "You don't think she'd come all the way out here just to... to make trouble, do you?"

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“I don’t know. Hopefully, not. But who knows.” He leaned down to kiss her temple.

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"You won't let her," Ariadne murmured.

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“I won’t. I promise,” he assured her.

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"No excessive stress, that's what the doctor said," she pointed out.

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“I know. I’ll tell her to leave if she tries to incite anything.”

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"Okay." She kissed him gently. "This really is her last chance. For good."

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He nodded in agreement.

“Hungry?”

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"Always," she said with a little laugh.

"I want a cheeseburger. And a chocolate milkshake."

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“Do you want to go out or should we cook?” He smiled.

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"Do we have everything for it here? I'm fine with cooking."

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“Meat, buns, cheese, ice cream…is there anything I’m forgetting?”