Ariadne; The Architect (
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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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"We both knew what we were getting into," she said cheerfully.
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He was laying down the bacon on her burger as well as his.
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"Thank you for calling your mother."
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