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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 22:53:50 GMT -5
She laughed, watching him. She was happier in this moment than she had been in a very long while. "So, I take it you like your present."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 22:58:45 GMT -5
He slowly re-joined her on the bed, staring at the sketch pad. It wasn't exactly the nicest, but it wasn't the cheapest kind, either. "Mags...this is too much..." Then he looked up at her. "What do you want me to draw you?"
((1. Maybe thought of an AU idea. 2. What did one ocean say to the other ocean?))
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 23:02:31 GMT -5
She laid back down on the bed, smiling up at him. "Something pretty. Something happy."
((1. Oo, PM me. 2. Sea you later?))
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 23:05:02 GMT -5
He nodded slowly, forming an idea in his head. "Okay... I'll have to go researching later," he told her, flipping through the fresh pages of the sketch book. "Mags, this was the perfect gift. Really."
((1. Will do! 2. Nothing. They just waved.))
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 23:08:50 GMT -5
She smiled. "I'm glad. I was hoping you'd like it." She reached up, touching his cheek with the hand her new bracelet dangled from.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 23:11:28 GMT -5
He turned his head to kiss her palm, smiling quite idiotically. Was it really possible to be this happy, or was he dreaming?
Then a thought popped into his head. "Y'know, Mags...this time next year..." He looked down at her stomach. Next year, Christmas would be quite different.
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 23:14:09 GMT -5
She blushed, smiling, putting her hand on her stomach. "Next Christmas, the baby'll be five or six months old..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 23:16:25 GMT -5
Skittery was overcome with...something. He wasn't quite sure. He bent and pressed a soft kiss on Maggie's hand that was covering her stomach. "I wonder what it'll be, a boy or a girl?"
((PM sent!))
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 23:21:02 GMT -5
She smiled. "What d'ya want it to be?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 23:25:09 GMT -5
He straightened, leaning back against the pillows. "I dunno," he answered, shrugging. "A boy, I guess. But a girl would be nice, too." He put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 23:28:30 GMT -5
She rested back against his chest, smiling, letting herself daydream. "What do you think about the name Daisy?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 23:38:43 GMT -5
"Daisy? Hmm," he replied, his thumb rubbing her shoulder absently. "It's pretty. Obviously, you like it?"
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 23:42:40 GMT -5
She nodded. "It's my favorite flower. Daisy...Anne. Daisy Anne. My mother's name was Ana." She tilted her head up to look at him. "What about for a boy?"
((Dude, this whole conversation is seriously breaking my heart.))
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 23:45:32 GMT -5
"Christopher," he answered immediately. "My dad's name." He looked back at her, his eyes filled with absolute love.
((No. Kidding. Why do we do this to ourselves?! I'm actually going to go to sleep now. Our AU thread tomorrow will make us feel better. Good night, my love!))
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 23:48:31 GMT -5
((Night!! <3))
She met his eyes, touching his cheek again. "I like that name. Christopher Michael. How does that sound?" She smiled softly at him.
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