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Post by Skittery on Dec 19, 2011 13:46:06 GMT -5
He nodded, his hand going back to cradle her cheek. "So...you...you wanna keep it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
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Post by Script on Dec 19, 2011 13:48:52 GMT -5
She took a breath. "I--I don't know if it's the right thing...but..." She took his hand, pressing it to her belly, holding it there. "It's ours, Michael. It's us. How...how could I ever get rid of us...?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 19, 2011 13:53:40 GMT -5
He sighed, staring at his hand on her stomach. "To be honest, I...I've been thinking the same thing." No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep thoughts of this baby out of his mind. It wasn't just any baby. It was his baby. It was Maggie's baby. It was theirs. Sure, he wanted what was best for it, but what if sending it out into the world wasn't what was best for it? It could end up in an orphanage for years without anyone to love it... They may be poor teenagers, but he knew he could love this baby. He knew that at least.
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Post by Script on Dec 19, 2011 13:56:14 GMT -5
She nodded, smiling, her eyes welling up with tears. She leaned her forehead against his, wanting to be closer to him. "I'm so sorry for the way I've been the last few weeks, Mike."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 19, 2011 13:59:00 GMT -5
His wrapped his arms around her, hands resting on the small of her back. "What do you mean? You've been perfect. I'm an ass. Always have been."
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Post by Script on Dec 19, 2011 14:04:52 GMT -5
She shook her head. "No. No, you've been wonderful. You--you've been so patient with me, so kind...you've loved me through all of this. You haven't given up on me, Michael. You--you don't know how much that means to me..." She swallowed a lump in her throat, trying not to cry.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 19, 2011 14:07:13 GMT -5
He simply kissed her nose before pulling her to him, holding her tightly. "I love you, Mags."
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Post by Script on Dec 19, 2011 14:10:35 GMT -5
She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, a few tears slipping. "I love you, too. More than I realized."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 19, 2011 14:14:29 GMT -5
He felt like he should be hurt, but he didn't care too much. He rubbed her back soothingly, whispering comforting words and 'I love yous' into her ear.
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Post by Script on Dec 19, 2011 14:16:19 GMT -5
She nuzzled against him, quiet for a long time, kissing him slowly, deeply.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 19, 2011 14:24:36 GMT -5
One hand moved around to the back of her head, his hand cradling her there. "It's all over now," he assured her. He was talking about the trial and Eastman and him being awful and them not being right and the world being a jerk. It was over, he could feel it.
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Post by Script on Dec 19, 2011 14:26:14 GMT -5
She smiled, nodding. "We'll be okay. Everything's gonna be okay..." She shifted to kiss him again, holding him close. She wanted to believe she was right. He loved her. He would take care of her. That's all she needed.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 19, 2011 14:29:37 GMT -5
He kissed her deeply, lovingly, trying to let her know how much he cared about her in that kiss. His tongue darted out to touch her lips as he opened his mouth over hers.
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Post by Script on Dec 19, 2011 14:32:39 GMT -5
She let out a soft little purr, opening her mouth to his, taking his tongue into her mouth. She loved the way he kissed her. Like he never wanted to stop.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 19, 2011 14:35:57 GMT -5
He couldn't help but smile against her lips; he loved that little purr of hers. It turned his stomach in the most pleasurable way. Then an idea entered his head.
"I wanna take you out," he said after pulling away from her lips.
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