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Post by Skittery on Nov 3, 2011 19:57:06 GMT -5
He smiled back, winking at her. "Love you, too." He unscrewed the bottle, taking one of her feet in his lap. He painted her toes as carefully as he could, and honestly, he was pretty proud of himself.
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 19:59:23 GMT -5
Maggie laughed, watching him, then all of a sudden yelped, eyes going wide. "Oh, honey, honey! Gimme your hand, quick!"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 3, 2011 20:08:37 GMT -5
He did, keeping the nail polish bottle in his other hand, hoping none of it spilled. "What, what?!"
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 20:10:16 GMT -5
((omg, so I signed into the chat...it's completely overwhelming! I'm multi-tasking as it is, so I left :/))
She took his hand and pressed it to her belly. "He's kicking like crazy! There! D'ya feel it!"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 3, 2011 20:25:51 GMT -5
((Yikes! I tried to, but I'm watching Bones and g-chatting with my sister and friend because we're all obsessed with the show. So, no tiny chat for me))
His eyes widened as he felt a slight jab under his palm. "Whoa! He's really goin' in there!"
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 20:35:31 GMT -5
She shot him an amused smirk. "Looks like I'm gonna end up a Soccer Mom after all."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 3, 2011 20:51:57 GMT -5
"That's my boy," he said softly, his eyes fixated on her stomach.
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 20:56:19 GMT -5
Maggie looked at him, biting her lip. "I'm sorry I'm terrible. We only have another month or so to go."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 3, 2011 21:02:09 GMT -5
"What? You're not terrible!" he assured her, rubbing her stomach gently and frowning over at her. "You're not."
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 21:03:56 GMT -5
She gave him a skeptical look. "Mike, I've been a total bitch lately. I'm hot and uncomfortable and the size of a goddamn house, and I take it all out on you."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 3, 2011 21:05:48 GMT -5
He sighed, shaking his head. "Stop worrying about it. You know me, I'm tough, I can take it," he said, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing it.
((Okay, I'm off to bed! I'm up so late!!))
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 21:12:09 GMT -5
((Night!! <3))
She tugged his arm so he could come down and kiss her, nuzzling him gently. "I'm so lucky to have you."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 4, 2011 6:43:36 GMT -5
"Well... I'm not going to say you aren't..." he replied with a playful shrug. He kissed her lips twice before sitting back up. "Gotta do the other foot now, baby."
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Post by Script on Nov 4, 2011 10:22:33 GMT -5
She grinned, clapping in glee. "I have the best boyfriend ever! Don't worry, honey," she winked at him. "I won't tell the guys."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 5, 2011 13:20:27 GMT -5
He simply smiled as he held her foot steady, carefully painting her toenails. He was grateful for her promise, even though he would never outwardly show his embarrassment.
"Do you think you'll be able to come to the game this Saturday or...?"
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