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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 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
“Yeah,” he repeated with a nodded.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
“Yes,” he said honestly.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
“Sure.” He nodded again.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He nodded again. Arthur didn’t really have a say in this matter.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think you're right," he answered.

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
“No stepping on my toes, promise.”

[identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I love you, too."