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Post by Skittery on Dec 22, 2011 8:43:09 GMT -5
"Sounds good to me," he replied, leaning in to press his forehead to hers. He let out a soft, happy sigh. "You're the best." ((Posted our AU thread! In the modern section ))
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Post by Script on Dec 22, 2011 13:23:18 GMT -5
She snuggled against him, smiling. "No I'm not. But you are. So thanks."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 22, 2011 13:34:47 GMT -5
He just scoffed, but didn't say anything. Then he settled back against her pillows with a contented sigh.
"Well... What now?"
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Post by Script on Dec 22, 2011 13:36:31 GMT -5
She gave a yawn, curling against him. "Can we sleep just a little while longer. I'm tired this morning." And maybe not feeling so well.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 22, 2011 13:40:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure," he said, pulling her blanket up over them. His head seemed too full of painting ideas and what to draw for Maggie and baby names and his parents, but he could at least lie there with her.
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Post by Script on Dec 22, 2011 13:42:17 GMT -5
It didn't take long for Maggie to fall asleep again, half-laying on him, soothed by the rise and fall of his chest.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 22, 2011 13:50:22 GMT -5
He tried, but Skittery couldn't fall asleep. And he couldn't reach for any of his new art supplies or he would wake Maggie. So he just laid there, sifting his fingers through her hair, and thinking.
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Post by Script on Dec 22, 2011 13:51:39 GMT -5
At one point, Maggie grimaced in her sleep, rolling away from him, her hand automatically settling at her stomach.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 22, 2011 13:55:22 GMT -5
His eyes darted to her, and he stilled his body. "Mags," he whispered, on the off chance she had woken up.
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Post by Script on Dec 22, 2011 13:57:35 GMT -5
She hadn't, whatever pain she felt passing, and she settled back into sleep, no longer attached to him, but curled beside him.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 22, 2011 14:03:05 GMT -5
He let out a relieved sigh, then took this opportunity to bend over and grab his sketch pad and the box of oil pastels. He knew exactly what he would draw her.
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Post by Script on Dec 22, 2011 14:08:34 GMT -5
It was another hour before Maggie finally woke up, and only because Ginger was bored and had hoped onto the bed to lick her face. She moved to sit up, cuddling the cat. "Mike?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 22, 2011 14:13:04 GMT -5
He was just about finished, but he hid the drawing from her anyways. "Hey, you. Have a nice nap?"
((I'm going to the post office right quick! I'll be back in a bit!))
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Post by Script on Dec 22, 2011 14:16:08 GMT -5
((no problem, take your time!))
She nodded, kissing him before kissing Ginger. "What are you doing?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 22, 2011 14:33:59 GMT -5
"...Nothing," he said, suppressing a smile.
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