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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 20:48:42 GMT -5
She nodded, her eyes still closed as she willed herself to wake up. "It was real nice. They had a boys' choir singing."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 20:52:26 GMT -5
To be quite honest, he wasn't sorry he'd missed it. But he wouldn't stop Maggie from doing whatever made her happy.
He pressed his hips against hers, already smirking. "In case you were wondering, there's actually something in my pocket this time. But I'm still happy to see you."
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 20:54:22 GMT -5
That made her giggle, and she finally opened her eyes, stretching like a cat. "Mm. A present?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 20:58:13 GMT -5
His gaze left hers and went to the box-like shape in his pocket. "Go ahead."
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 20:59:22 GMT -5
She smirked, rubbing her eyes, then slid her hand into his pocket, pulling out the box. She looked at him, arching her brow. She opened it carefully, suddenly very, very nervous.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 21:00:58 GMT -5
The wrapping was covering a small black box. And inside the black box was a delicate gold and ruby bracelet.
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 21:02:07 GMT -5
Maggie gasped, her fingers touching the bracelet gently. "Mike...oh, Michael...it's beautiful..." And it definitely wasn't an engagement ring. Whew.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 21:04:05 GMT -5
He watched her face, his own turning a bit sad. "It...it was my mother's. She'd had it sent out for cleaning a few days before the fire..."
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 21:06:13 GMT -5
Her eyes lifted to his, shocked that he would give her something so personal, so precious. "Oh, Mike..." She pressed against him, kissing him, whispering. "I love it. Thank you."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 21:12:19 GMT -5
When that bracelet had turned out to be the only thing left of his family, he'd promised himself he wouldn't give it to the first girl he met. It was something special, so she to be something special. It turned out he'd had to break his promise to himself. He had given it to the first girl he met since then, but if he didn't give it to Maggie...who would he give it to? He couldn't imagine any other girl in his life being more important than Maggie, other than any future daughter.
He kissed her back, swallowing the lump in his throat down. "You're welcome. Merry Christmas."
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 21:14:31 GMT -5
She brushed her fingers through his hair, kissing him slowly, gently. "I love you, Michael. I love you so much."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 21:18:06 GMT -5
This made him smile; hearing her say that never failed to lift his spirits a bit. "I know you do. But...I love you more."
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 21:23:26 GMT -5
She smiled. "I don't know about that." She kissed him again. "I got you a present, too, ya know. It's not near as good as yours, but..." She gave him the bracelet, holding her hand out so he could put it on her wrist.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 21:30:34 GMT -5
He carefully put the bracelet on her wrist, his heart swelling just a bit. "My mom wore this all the time. My dad gave it to her for their anniversary one year. It was one of her very favorite things. She...she looked so beautiful whenever she wore it. Like you."
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 21:31:21 GMT -5
Her heart melted, eyes going soft, and she kissed him again, her hand on his cheek. "I'll take care of it, baby. I'm so...honored, that you gave it to me."
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