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Ariadne; The Architect ([personal profile] chesstotem) wrote2011-10-03 11:55 pm

For [livejournal.com profile] dontthinkabout

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.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
“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.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
“A bacon and pickle cheeseburger?” He laughed as he started balling up the meat and pressing them flat into patties.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
“That’s kind of gross,” he laughed again as he turned to grab a pan and turn the stove on.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
“Okay, okay, I won’t.” He grinned and greased the pan before laying down two patties onto it.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
“Don’t worry, I read it in a book,” he said as he covered the burgers with the lid.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
“Is Andrew coming?” He asked. He wasn’t sure if they had enough space for four people in their condo.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
“Should we ask them before they get here?”

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
“Sure,” he said as he devoted a part of his attention to the bacon while still keeping an eye on the burgers.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
“Oh the joys of being pregnant,” he joked as he flipped the burgers with a spatula.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
“We did,” he said as he turned to kiss her temple. Leaving the burgers on the pan for a bit, he turned on the ovens and laid out the buns on a baking sheet to toast.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
“I think she’ll be too concerned with how she presents herself to take a dig at you.”

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
He rested a hand on her lower back. "Don't think about it. Let me handle it."