Prompt Post No. 13
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“Look,” Arthur says, “It’s safer if we just stay put.” Nobody knows about this place, and the card they used to buy their train tickets was… well, Eames is a thief for a reason. And he gave the wallet back, so that has to count for something.
“It would be rather hard to run with a baby,” Eames agrees.
“It’ll be hard to do a lot of things with a baby, Eames.” Magdalena is lying on the carpet, making pleased little noises up at them and doing that spastic, wiggly-seizure thing babies do with their arms and legs. Arthur’s heart tugs. He hates to talk about her so negatively, especially right in front of her, but needs must and all that. “She’ll never be able to just pick up and go the way you and I can. She needs proper socialization, which she simply can’t get with us. And don’t even get me started on the dangers we’d be putting her in--”
“But you want this,” Eames says, and it’s not even a question. “You want this just as bad as I do.”
“Eames, I--”
“Yes or no, Arthur.”
“I killed her parents,” Arthur says, voice heavy as a stone. “I killed them cold fucking blood.”
“You’ve killed parents before, Arthur.”
“But I didn’t ask their fucking children to call me Daddy afterwards!” Arthur yells. Magdalena starts whimpering on the floor, and Arthur picks her up before the noises can turn into full sobs. He holds her, bouncing her lightly, and Eames is giving them this look, this fucking look that Arthur doesn’t want to begin to decipher, but he’s pretty sure they’ve just made a decision here, in this silence between them.
“We’ll need a better crib,” Arthur says, pointedly not looking at Eames. He strokes the top of Magdalena’s head, and she quiets down fully. “And some toys.”
“Of course,” Eames is saying, and Arthur’s still not looking but he can hear the smile in Eames’s voice. He can’t deny himself a peek, and sure enough, Eames’s face is a picture of joyous relief, crinkly eyes and crooked teeth and everything Arthur can’t stop wanting.
“You’ll need to forge some papers,” he continues. He looks away, back down to Magdalena. This is going to be hard enough as it is. He shouldn’t be craving Eames on top of it.
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Ahhh this fic is so adorable!!! I'm so glad you've continued it! :D
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I hope there is more soon. :)
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I love this fic and poor lovesick Arthur!
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