For dontthinkabout

[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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[chesstotem]

"I hope so. Anxiety makes me nauseous." She made a little face and rubbed her abdomen as though to demonstrate.

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

He rested a hand on her lower back. "Don't think about it. Let me handle it."

[chesstotem]

She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "You're so good to me... Oh crap! The bacon!" She quickly pulled it off the stove and drained it.

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

He laughed as he turned off the stove and the oven and got two plates for each burger. He set each plate down on the table before going back to get cheese and ketchup.

[chesstotem]

Ariadne busied herself slicing some pickles, then went for the ice cream to start making that chocolate milkshake.

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

“You’re making one for me, right?”

He was laying down the bacon on her burger as well as his.

[chesstotem]

"Of course!" She blended the ice cream, milk, and some chocolate syrup to make it even richer, then separated it into two glasses. "Perfect."

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

“Come on, sit.” He pulled out her chair for her before going to his and sitting down.

[chesstotem]

She sat down, and made sure to put several pickles on her burger.

"Thank you for calling your mother."

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

“I suppose it had to be done,” he said with a shrug.

[chesstotem]

"Well, she is your mother," she said with a shrug. "I mean... as awful as she's been to me..." She still hated the fact that she'd caused such a rift between them.

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

“Yeah, don’t remind me.”

[chesstotem]

She leaned into him a little. "I'm sorry, Arthur."

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

“It’s alright. You can’t choose your family, right?”

[chesstotem]

"But you can choose a wife who adores you and would do anything for you," she finished for him.

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

He grinned. “Yeah, I guess that’s an upside.”

[chesstotem]

"And I know your mom loves you, she just... Has issues that she should probably be working through in therapy if she'd ever give it a chance."

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

“Yeah,” he repeated with a nodded.

[chesstotem]

She paused a moment, thinking. "Do you think my pregnancy might give us enough clout to convince her to give it a serious try?"

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

“Yes,” he said honestly.

[chesstotem]

"You think?" She gave his arm a little squeeze. "Maybe we should test the waters, try to see how invested she might be in having a relationship with her grandchild..."

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

“Sure.” He nodded again.

[chesstotem]

"I want her to have help," she said earnestly.

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

"I do, too."

[chesstotem]

She chewed contemplatively for a moment. "I want her to be able to have a relationship with her grandchild, if that's what she wants. But I don't want her trying to poison my baby against me, either."