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Post by Script on Dec 20, 2011 0:19:19 GMT -5
Her eyes went soft and she reached across the table for his hand. "We can do this. You and me. We'll be okay. I--I always wanted kids, anyway." She gave him a smile, looking at him lovingly.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 20, 2011 0:26:08 GMT -5
He barely glanced at her, he was so embarrassed. He had no reason to be, but he couldn't help it. He was. Thankfully, the waiter came to fill the silence - something he hadn't been planning to do.
"Water. And spaghetti. Thanks," he murmured, lips hardly moving.
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Post by Script on Dec 20, 2011 0:27:58 GMT -5
She winced, a little sad that he wouldn't look at her after all that. She let go of his hand, sitting back. She ordered the ravioli like he said to, then sniffled a little, looking down at her lap as the waiter left.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 20, 2011 0:32:29 GMT -5
He sighed, annoyed. Mostly with himself.
"I'm sorry. I just...I guess I just don't really know what I'm doing..." What a lame excuse, Mike.
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Post by Script on Dec 20, 2011 0:34:05 GMT -5
She shook her head, but didn't look at him. "I thought it was sweet, Mike. That you would read a book. It--it made me think you really wanted to do this..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 20, 2011 0:38:30 GMT -5
He reached his hand halfway across the table, not reaching for hers but sending an invitation. "I just thought...maybe I could help you...make sure you stay healthy...since I really can't help in any other way...'
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Post by Script on Dec 20, 2011 0:40:27 GMT -5
She lifted her head to look at him, meeting his eyes. She took his hand, giving it a squeeze. "You help in more ways than you know, Michael. I--I wouldn't be able to handle this without you."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 20, 2011 8:23:07 GMT -5
Again, he didn't understand how that was possible. But instead of voicing his disbelief, he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it, putting his lips on each of her fingers softly.
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Post by Script on Dec 20, 2011 12:06:32 GMT -5
She watched him, smiling softly. He'd somehow managed to make things alright again. "I love you."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 20, 2011 12:12:54 GMT -5
He smiled a bit shyly over at her, kissing her pinky finger. "You know I love you," he replied.
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Post by Script on Dec 20, 2011 12:17:44 GMT -5
She met his eyes, letting herself get lost in them a minute. "Can--can we get them to box up our food? I just wanna go home and curl up with you somewhere..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 20, 2011 12:20:59 GMT -5
A short bark of laughter escaped his lips. "Yeah, sure," he replied. He flagged down the waiter with a lazy wave of his hand and informed him they would be taking their food to go. He scrounged in his pocket for the money and handed it to him. He didn't care that his pockets were now considerably lighter. He didn't need much money when he had Maggie.
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Post by Script on Dec 20, 2011 12:26:10 GMT -5
She smiled, taking his hand once they were heading home. Deep down she knew she didn't deserve Mike -- not even close. He was so good to her, too good to her.
But for the first time, she believed that she could be really and truly happy with him.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 20, 2011 12:32:16 GMT -5
Once they arrived back at the House, Skittery led her into the parlor. He locked the door behind him, just in case. Then he set the food down on the coffee table and began to take everything out. "Your dinner, m'lady," he said when their plates were prepared.
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Post by Script on Dec 20, 2011 12:34:38 GMT -5
She took a minute to stoke the fire, then moved to the couch, perching on the edge. "Looks amazing." She smiled up at him, then went for a ravioli.
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