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Post by Rose on Dec 9, 2011 19:52:18 GMT -5
"I wouldn't let anyone else go with you, not after all the hard work I put in to get those tickets. My parents said they'd watch Savannah for the night, but not until the morning." Rose had started getting along better with her parents since Savannah had arrived; her mother had even helped her buy things for the nursery. But they were both still uneasy about her and Tyler not being married. Yet.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 9, 2011 19:55:36 GMT -5
He kissed her forehead. "That's alright. I wouldn't wanna leave her a whole night, anyway."
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Post by Rose on Dec 9, 2011 19:59:32 GMT -5
"Speaking of, poor girl hasn't even touched her presents!" she laughed, kissing Tyler's lips before sitting down on the floor by the tree with Savannah. Rose had gotten her a lot of clothes, of course, and even a football jersey to match the one daddy would undoubtedly wear to the game next weekend.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 9, 2011 20:01:16 GMT -5
He loved the jersey, grinning like crazy, then opened the present he got her: a pink 'My First Fishing Pole'.
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Post by Rose on Dec 9, 2011 20:10:15 GMT -5
Rose had to roll her eyes to herself; the idea of going fishing was not appealing to Rose at all, but she should probably just be grateful Tyler wanted to be in his daughter's life period. Plus, she was sure Savannah would have fond memories of fishing with her daddy.
After all the excitement, Savannah was tuckered out. Rose took her into the nursery, placing soft kisses all over her face before tucking her in for a morning nap.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 9, 2011 20:14:38 GMT -5
In the meantime, Tyler picked up all the wrapping paper, then went to the kitchen to rummage for food.
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Post by Rose on Dec 9, 2011 20:17:34 GMT -5
Rose joined him, hoisting herself up to sit on the counter next to the fridge. "Good Christmas?" she asked, like she genuinely didn't know.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 9, 2011 20:22:14 GMT -5
"Perfect Christmas." He moved to stand between her legs, kissing her. "Want a hundred more just like it."
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Post by Rose on Dec 9, 2011 20:24:50 GMT -5
She laughed against his lips, her hands resting lightly on his chest. "Don't expect a hundred more iPads, buddy," she teased. "And in exchange I won't expect a hundred more perfect engagement rings."
((I am too flipping tired. Too much driving and not enough sleep + an ADD baby! Can't stay up any longer!))
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 9, 2011 20:38:22 GMT -5
((Haha aww! Night!))
He chuckled, kissing her again. "How 'bout we just make more babies." He winked at her, teasing.
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Post by Rose on Dec 10, 2011 11:43:40 GMT -5
Rose laughed again, moving her lips to kiss along his jawline. "Oh, don't worry, we will. How many do you want, anyways?"
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 10, 2011 12:07:57 GMT -5
He smirked, hands sliding down her sides to rest on her hips. "Enough to start a family baseball team."
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Post by Rose on Dec 10, 2011 13:31:09 GMT -5
She pulled back, quirking an eyebrow and pursing her lips. "And how many of those will you carry, hm?" 'Cause she sure as heck didn't want to go through too many more pregnancies.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 10, 2011 13:36:54 GMT -5
He laughed, kissing her, nuzzling her neck. "I want a brood. Maybe four."
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Post by Rose on Dec 10, 2011 18:34:30 GMT -5
"I was thinking four, as well," she admitted. She was playing with the hem of his pajama shirt; she really wanted to see him in one of his new Christmas shirts. Plaid made her go weak in the knees.
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