chesstotem | date night! (for dontthinkabout)

He smiled at her. “Thank you. That’s all I ask.”

"As long as I can ogle you shirtless once in a while, I'm happy, anyway," she said with a shrug, picking up her menu. "And those dragons were pretty."

“I suppose they were pretty,” he agreed.

"Especially that red one," she enthused, scanning her menu carefully. "I want the lamb."

“I think I’ll get the steak,” he said, setting his menu down. “And a glass of wine.

"Water, for me," Ariadne said, glancing at the waiter who appeared at her elbow. She repeated her order for him.

Arthur relayed his order as well before handing over their menus.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Ariadne mumbled as soon as the waiter left. She stood, looking vaguely annoyed - having to pee so often got old, especially when she went out - and crossed the dining room to the women's restroom.

Arthur nodded and watched her go. He sat patiently in his chair, waiting for her to come back.

When she was finished washing her hands, she stretched her back a little, feeling a bit of residual discomfort from the way the seats in the movie theater had been situated. Believing herself alone, she ran a hand over her tummy in front of the mirror. "Eleanor?" she murmured to herself, the girl name they had decided they both really liked.

A woman came out of the stills, then, but she paid no mind to Ariadne until she looked up from washing her hands. “Ariadne?” Marilyn looked over at the other woman, eyes traveling slowly from her face to the bump.

Ariadne looked a little flustered on discovering that she wasn't alone after all, but she didn't recognize the other woman until she said her name. Then her eyebrows went up a little, but otherwise her posture was indifferent. "Marilyn, right?" It had been at least three or four years since they'd last encountered Arthur's ex-girlfriend.

“Wow,” she said a little in disbelief as her eyes stayed on the bump before meeting her face again. “You look well.”

"Very well, thanks," Ariadne said mildly, giving Marilyn an equally-careful look-over. "You haven't changed a bit."

“I’m still working,” she told her, chin jutting out just a little. “How about you?”

"Maternity leave," Ariadne said with a little smile. "Focusing on designing some real-world buildings while I'm an incubator."

“Ah, well, I’m sure you can’t do much in your condition business wise, anyways.”

"My head for business is the same as it always was," she shrugged. "I just have to be more careful about what I'm putting in my body. Since I have the little one to think about, now."

“And how’s Arthur?” She asked. “I didn’t see any of you out there before I went to the restroom.”

"He's doing great. Excited to be a daddy, and wonderful, as always."

“Really?” Her brow shot up. “He’s excited about being a father?”

"Of course," Ariadne said, looking just as surprised as Marilyn. "What, did you think I forced him into it, or that this pregnancy is unwanted? We made the decision together."

"He doesn't seem like the daddy-type."

"You don't know him very well."

"I think I know enough," she countered, eyes narrowing at Ariadne.

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