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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 30, 2008 1:23:29 GMT -5
Armand sighed heavily and shook his head, giving her a glare of affectionate exasperation.
"It means that I didn't wake up this morning expecting to be a father, so I am, admittedly, unprepared, but I will get prepared."
He rocked forward and kissed her mouth. "I do blame you though. If you weren't so irresistable...." He trailed off and connected their lips again.
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Post by Jules on Oct 30, 2008 1:41:15 GMT -5
She supposed that made some kind of sense. It wasn't like she had any more of an idea how the hell they might pull this off. Hearing him say it, father, made her almost feel a little excited. Sure they weren't ready, and she would be relieved if it turned out to be a false alarm, but some small part of her kind of wanted the baby.
Her stomach dropped as he kissed her, and she grinned against his lips. "My fault?" She murmured between kisses, "Face it," kiss "you're my trophy" kiss "boy."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 1, 2008 15:12:47 GMT -5
He chuckled. "I suppose that's true," he mused.
He broke the kiss, but wrapped his arms around her and pressed her to him in a tight hug. "I love you, Zizzy," he whispered by her ear.
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Post by Jules on Nov 1, 2008 16:57:26 GMT -5
She felt safe, and calm, and like there wasn't a world outside this room and she could stay here forever and everything would be just fine. "I love you too." Melting into him was too easy, forgetting she had anything to worry about was too easy.
She didn't feel it right now, but she knew she would if she thought about it too much, it wasn't clawing at her, she wasn't experiencing it, it was more a fact, a state of being: "I'm terrified." Admitting it made her stomach hitch. She knew he had to be to, he was just much better at hiding it and was trying to make her feel better.
"If it's a girl, could we name it Nina?" The image rose in her mind, of them with a little girl in adorable clothing, rosy cheeks, toddling about on baby-fat legs. Her heart squeezed.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 1, 2008 17:18:56 GMT -5
He sighed at her admission, his hold around her tightening. "So am I," he said softly. He pulled back so he could see her eyes, brushing her hair out of his view. "You'll do great." And he meant it. One of his favorite things about Zizzy was her capability of unconditional love, and he knew this child would receive no greater devotion. He kissed her brow. "Of course we can."
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Post by Jules on Nov 1, 2008 17:54:23 GMT -5
Bizarrely, knowing he was scared too had the odd effect of comforting him more than anything else. His assurances though, fell flat. Zizzy never thought she'd be the mothering type, she didn't exactly appreciate little children. She liked playing with them, but the serious stuff, like taking care of her when she was sick, punishing her, dealing with her when she was being annoying? That stuff she didn't think she'd ever be able to handle.
But then again, look at Pia. She was a source of inspiration in her situation. No one had really thought Pia would be good at it, including Pia. But if Zizzy did say so herself, she thought all three Ira children were pretty exceptional.
Especially this one. She smiled, running her fingers through his silky hair. There was still the panic, barely kept at bay, but she was feeling better. "And if it's a boy?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 2, 2008 13:57:16 GMT -5
His eyes clouded before he could stop himself. If it was boy, it might be born with a Night Terror inside him. In a heartbeat, his eyes were clear again, and he smiled.
"If it's a boy, well.... I have a lot of godfathers."
He tapped her nose. "I saw that look. You'll be a wonderful mother."
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Post by Jules on Nov 2, 2008 14:06:53 GMT -5
The kid would never have a lack of love, that was for sure. If not because it would be hers, but because it would be Armand's, even unexpected and way too early, the child would have a family like she never did.
"And I saw that look." She was almost proud of herself, it was so rare she actually managed to read him correctly. "And I would want nothing more for....our son'----that sounded so wierd----'to be just like you."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 2, 2008 15:16:58 GMT -5
His face hardened. "He'll curse me if he's exactly like me," he said darkly. "Think, Zizzy. You don't want that."
He released his hold on her and moved away until he sat on the edge of the bed, making a mess of his hair by tugging his fingers through it.
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Post by Jules on Nov 2, 2008 15:26:51 GMT -5
It was so odd to be the one to comfort him for once. To be the calm, assured one. She crawled after him, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing her lips next to his ear.
"You are the kindest, most loving and understanding person I know. You are also the strongest. If my son became half the man you are, I would be ecstatic."
She sighed, propping her chin on his shoulder. "Iker isn't you. And no, you're right, I would like it if my son doesn't have to go through what you did. But we're better prepared this time around, aren't we? We'll know about it sooner, if it even is hereditary, which you don't know. Jack didn't have a Night Terror in him, did he?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 2, 2008 15:34:27 GMT -5
He rested his hand over her arm and sighed heavily. It was a moment before he could speak again. If she knew how much it meant to know she at least thought he would be a worthy father.
"No," he said. "But one of his sons is exactly like him." He hesitated. "We were lucky with me, what if it doesn't end in our favor? It would be my fault if we lost our child."
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Post by Jules on Nov 2, 2008 15:59:16 GMT -5
"In looks, and personality, kind of." She said softly, "And maybe our son will look and act like you. Just because I've got a scar does not mean our child will be born with one." She held him tighter, kissing his neck. It was still more than bizarre to say 'our child', 'our son', it left a ticklish feeling on her tongue she wasn't sure she liked.
"We were ill-prepared and caught off guard and going by the seat of our pants with theories half-formed from rumors and myths. Don't you think we'll be better off if it even happens this time around?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 2, 2008 16:09:15 GMT -5
He sighed and let out a soft chuckle. He turned in her arms and kissed her. "Must you always be right..." He brushed his lips over the line of her jaw and glanced down at his hand that he spread over her stomach.
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Post by Jules on Nov 2, 2008 16:32:25 GMT -5
Zizzy closed her eyes and gave a different kind of sigh altogether. Her hands smoothed his hair from the tangles he'd made of it. She looked down as he did at the hand on her stomach. It was a little hard to feel it---there was some scarring there from the burns, but it sent a wave of warmth through her. The simple protective gesture was----she couldn't exactly explain it. But it just solidified the sense that the child could not possibly find a better father than it would in Armand.
Zizzy chuckled, a little nervously, and leaned her forehead against his as they both glanced down at her stomach, and possibly their child. "You're going to be amazing at this." She almost lamented, because she knew very well, despite his assurances, that she would not.
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