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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 27, 2011 22:45:48 GMT -8
"I'm sorry I put you through that, Mac."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 27, 2011 23:03:33 GMT -8
He smoothed a paw down her hair. "You're here now," he said quietly. "That's what matters. That and what might come."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 27, 2011 23:05:55 GMT -8
She closed her eyes, focusing on his heartbeat and the feel of his paw on her hair, "We'll face whatever comes, together."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 27, 2011 23:07:25 GMT -8
"Alright," he agreed and paused. "Have you seen a doctor yet?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 27, 2011 23:19:27 GMT -8
"I haven't had time yet," she answered.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 27, 2011 23:21:29 GMT -8
"I'll call tomorrow," he said into her hair, thinking desperately of talking to Cohen.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 27, 2011 23:28:30 GMT -8
"I..." she nodded slightly, "alright." There was a pause before she spoke again, "Do you mind if I retire early? I'm rather tired."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 28, 2011 9:31:24 GMT -8
He nodded, though he of course he was still far too jittery to do so yet. Kissing the top of her head again, he dropped his arms and motioned for her to go to bedroom. "We'll fiigure out unpackin' and everythin' in the mornin'," he said quietly. "I don't think I could sleep yet though."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 28, 2011 9:37:39 GMT -8
She nodded slightly, offering him a faint smile before leaning up to kiss him briefly, "Alright, I'll be there when you come to bed."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 28, 2011 9:49:41 GMT -8
Swallowing, he nodded, managing to offer her a quiet smile. "Good."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 28, 2011 9:54:46 GMT -8
Grids finally stepped back, glancing at him again before retiring for the night.
((Exit Griddlebone))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 28, 2011 9:58:57 GMT -8
Macavity sat at his desk for a while yet, trying to turn things around in his mind, accept the fact that she was actually there, but more so to figure out the fact that he might well become a father. Soon. Somehow that was never an idea that occurred to him would happen.
He went through almost an entire ashtray of cigarettes, crushing several the more he thought of his own father. Finally, he rose and slipped into the bedroom, curling himself around Griddlebone. Things would have to come, but for now, he had this.
[THREAD END]
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