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Post by Script on Feb 5, 2012 16:55:08 GMT -5
It had been nearly 5 years since Maggie and Mike had moved out of the lodging house and into their own apartment. They'd gotten married first, to make her father happy, and because it pleased Maggie. It had been a small affair, but they were happy.
Two and a half years later, Maggie had a baby -- little Christopher, and he was almost 2, and Maggie was completely in love with him.
She sat on the living room floor with him now, playing with blocks and waiting for Mike to get home from work.
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Post by Skittery on Feb 5, 2012 16:59:13 GMT -5
As Mike walked home from his job at the New York Museum of Art, he couldn't help but think the same thing he thought everyday just before he approached the apartment building he and Maggie called home. He was insanely happy. He had a little family now, one he adored, and he got to work with art everyday while also painting for high-paying customers on the side.
So he unlocked the door to apartment 2B, stepping inside with a smile on his face as usual. What else does a happy person do?
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Post by Script on Feb 5, 2012 17:02:36 GMT -5
Maggie looked up as the door opened and smiled brightly at him. Chris squealed and got up, running over to Mike. "DAAAD!" Maggie was always amused that her son called her Mama and Mike Dad. Not Daddy, just Dad.
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Post by Skittery on Feb 5, 2012 17:04:35 GMT -5
Mike laughed, as he always did, and picked up Chris, throwing him up into the air a little before engulfing him in a bear hug. "Were you a good boy for mama today?" he asked, shooting Maggie a look over Chris's shoulder.
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Post by Script on Feb 5, 2012 17:10:02 GMT -5
Chris giggled, arms wrapped around his neck.
Maggie got up off the floor, walking over to them. "He was good. Running around every which way, though. Gave mama a bit of a workout."
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Post by Skittery on Feb 5, 2012 17:14:15 GMT -5
Mike held onto Chris even as he bent down to place a firm kiss on Maggie's lips. "Mm, missed you, baby," he muttered, wrapping one hand around her waist, placing it on the small of her back.
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Post by Script on Feb 5, 2012 17:19:10 GMT -5
She smiled up at him, kissing him back. "I missed you, too. Some days last too long before you come home."
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Post by Skittery on Feb 5, 2012 17:23:02 GMT -5
He kissed her once more before showering kisses all over his son's face, growling a little, too. Mike called Chris his 'little monster' all the time, so he had taken to growling at him and pretending to eat his face. Because Mike was obviously the monster hunter. Obviously.
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Post by Script on Feb 5, 2012 17:24:56 GMT -5
((I'm seriously in love with Mike. Gah!))
Maggie laughed and moved to the kitchen to check on the roast that was in the oven. "How was work?"
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Post by Skittery on Feb 5, 2012 17:27:16 GMT -5
((Well, I'm seriously in love with Tyler. So we're even!))
"Same as usual," he called out to her, setting Chris down and giving his little bottom a smack before joining his wife in the kitchen. He stopped just inside the doorway, leaning one shoulder against it. "Although I did get a new commission. Lady wants a portrait done of her dog..." One eyebrow slowly rose up.
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Post by Script on Feb 5, 2012 17:32:05 GMT -5
((haha yay!!))
Maggie laughed, scooping Chris up as he came to her. "Seriously? Is that what rich people spend their money on?"
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Post by Skittery on Feb 5, 2012 19:22:19 GMT -5
"Apparently," he said with a shrug and a chuckle. "What's for dinner? Smells great."
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Post by Script on Feb 5, 2012 20:20:35 GMT -5
"Pork roast, with potatoes and carrots." She rest Chris on her hip, while he stuck his thumb into his mouth. "That sound okay?"
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Post by Skittery on Feb 5, 2012 20:24:21 GMT -5
"No," he replied immediately, walking over to Chris and pulling his thumb out of his mouth. "It sounds absolutely disgusting. You know I hate pork roast." Of course, it was just the opposite. Mike absolutely loved Maggie's pork roast.
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Post by Script on Feb 5, 2012 20:35:11 GMT -5
Chris whimpered, "Mama!"
Maggie sighed. "Mike..."
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