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[chesstotem]

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

[chesstotem]

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

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“I won’t. I promise,” he assured her.

[chesstotem]

"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.”

[chesstotem]

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

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He nodded in agreement.

“Hungry?”

[chesstotem]

"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?”

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"Pickles? I need pickles."

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Arthur made a face. “I think we still have a jar.”

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She laughed a little and traced her thumb over his lower lip. "Sorry, I need some. I guess we can get cooking then."

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“Come on.” He took her hand and led her out of the office and to the kitchen He went straight to the fridge and started getting everything out.

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"Do we have bacon?" she asked, grabbing the pickle jar and digging one out right away. "Bacon would be good."

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“A bacon and pickle cheeseburger?” He laughed as he started balling up the meat and pressing them flat into patties.

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"Shut up, I want a bacon cheeseburger with some pickle slices on it, that's not weird!" She pulled out a package of bacon with a triumphant noise.

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“That’s kind of gross,” he laughed again as he turned to grab a pan and turn the stove on.

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"Pickles are yummy!" She bit into one, making an 'mmm' sound. "You're not supposed to make fun of me for what I want to eat, you know."

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“Okay, okay, I won’t.” He grinned and greased the pan before laying down two patties onto it.

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"You know I'm going to have weirder cravings than wanting a few pickle slices on my bacon cheeseburger," she warned him.

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“Don’t worry, I read it in a book,” he said as he covered the burgers with the lid.

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"Uh-huh," she said, rolling her eyes.

"So where should we put up the guests? Should we let them all sleep here? Put them all in a really nice hotel? Split them up somehow?"

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“Is Andrew coming?” He asked. He wasn’t sure if they had enough space for four people in their condo.