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Post by Script on Feb 6, 2012 16:21:21 GMT -5
She turned to look at him. "Really? You--you want to?"
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Post by Skittery on Feb 6, 2012 16:28:42 GMT -5
"Of course I do, Mags," he replied, chuckling a little. "I kinda miss having a little baby around here." He said this in a whisper so Chris couldn't hear.
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Post by Script on Feb 6, 2012 16:30:41 GMT -5
She smiled and leaned in to press her lips to the corner of his mouth. "We could start trying again...tonight..." she murmured.
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Post by Skittery on Feb 6, 2012 16:33:18 GMT -5
Mike laughed softly, growling a little. "I was planning on it already," he admitted, moving his head to kiss her lips fully.
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Post by Script on Feb 6, 2012 16:35:49 GMT -5
((Skitts is obsessed now!!! Whee!!))
She kissed him back, humming into it lightly. Then there was a clatter and a giggle and Maggie pulled away to see Chris clapping. "Spoon!" He'd tossed his spoon to the floor.
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Post by Skittery on Feb 6, 2012 16:40:04 GMT -5
((Yes!!!))
Mike lifted his arms up and cheered. "Spoon!" Then he bent to pick it up, wiping it off with his napkin before setting it back on his plate.
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Post by Script on Feb 6, 2012 16:42:47 GMT -5
Maggie laughed, leaning in to plant a loud, wet kiss on Chris' cheek. "My boy is so smart! Just like his Daddy."
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Post by Skittery on Feb 6, 2012 16:51:05 GMT -5
"Aw, shucks," he said, blushing. Then he proceeded to shovel the rest of his dinner in his mouth.
"That was excellent," he said when he was done, his hand resting on his stomach.
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Post by Script on Feb 6, 2012 16:53:03 GMT -5
Maggie smiled, kissing the top of his head as she stood up to clear the table. "I'm glad you liked it. I was thinking of making paella tomorrow." It was rare she cooked real Spanish cuisine, but she was in the food for seafood and rice.
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Post by Skittery on Feb 6, 2012 17:00:14 GMT -5
Mike's eyes widened as he got Chris out of his high chair. "Please do," he replied, wiping his son's mouth with a napkin.
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Post by Script on Feb 6, 2012 17:01:59 GMT -5
She laughed. "Done. I'll go to the market tomorrow." She took Chris from Mike. "Do you mind doing the dishes while I give him a bath?"
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Post by Skittery on Feb 6, 2012 17:06:00 GMT -5
"No, course not," he muttered, turning on the water and getting out the soap. "I'll meet you later." He waggled his brows at her, his voice low and sultry.
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Post by Script on Feb 6, 2012 21:12:35 GMT -5
She winked at him, then hurried off to clean up the kitchen. When she was done, she made Mike's lunch for the next day out of leftovers, then made her way to Chris's room, where Mike was now getting him ready for bed.
"Bedtime, Christopher Michael."
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Post by Skittery on Feb 6, 2012 21:54:21 GMT -5
Mike pulled Chris's pajama shirt over his head, ruffling his hair before poking his stomach. "Yes, monster, you gotta go to bed so daddy can get some lovin'." He was so glad his son couldn't understand things like that yet.
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Post by Script on Feb 6, 2012 22:01:10 GMT -5
Maggie rolled her eyes, but giggled. "Okay, say your prayers. Angelito de mi guardia..." She set him down into his crip and led him through the Spanish prayer they recited every night.
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