[He catches her by surprise and it causes a flutter in her stomach when his lips catch hers, but she hardly hesitates before her hands cup his face and she reciprocates.]
[With a soft moan, he deepens the kiss as his hand moves to tangle in her hair. No matter what's going on, he'll never tire of kissing and being closer to her.]
[He's addicting, that's all there is to it, and she blames this kind of kiss. Also? That moan.
She finds herself pressing against his body in an attempt to be closer to him, nevermind the obvious obstacle between them, and when she finally has to breathe, she murmurs his name. It's the only appreciation she can show while breathless.]
Hi. [It's that kind of tenderness that she's simply unused to. It takes her a second before she rests her hand on top of his and they're rewarded with a small kick.] She knows it's you, I think.
[When the baby kicks, he finds himself smiling. It's things like the kick that reminds him of why he needs to fight to keep her safe.] Well, I am kind of unforgettable.
[It's his smile that Abigail's still attracted to, but she won't say so; not now. Especially when he's truly happy or pleased about something, it just has a way of lighting up his whole face.
She likes that a lot. Another thing she's a little fond of - but only a little, as she's still trying not to get attached - is his sense of humor.] Maybe a little unforgettable. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. Maybe it's that you share DNA.
I did, yeah. [Now she can't help but smile herself and join him in the sitting.] Physically, I'm fine. The rest... it's all different from the last time I did anything like this.
Back then, women stayed in as much as possible, they entertained at home, their husbands certainly weren't touchy-feely, because they didn't get pregnant from one night stands and if they had husbands they didn't get rid of them the very next day on a whim.
[She gave a little shrug. It was like a history lesson, but she remembered the early 1900's with clarity.]
[When she sat down next to him, his arm slipped around her body.]
I'm glad it's going better this time. I can't imagine how uncomfortable it was back then. Of course I've read historic documentations about it, but I'm sure it's not even close to living through it.
Also, the clothing fits better. Nothing tight and I have to say that there was no morning sickness. [She gave a small shrug.] It's just... better.
[Maybe, just maybe, she was a little afraid of getting too attached. The possibility of Alaric being hurt or something happening to her baby struck her as bad and she didn't like it.]
Is it true they made you wear potato sacks? [He gives her a grin to show he's joking. It's the only way he's going to get through this, and the knowledge he's going to lose her someday.]
In 1920? No. It was London and they made us wear very proper clothing. [She knows he's joking, but she can't resist rolling her eyes.] Back then I was a woman named Regina Landstone, daughter of a earl who wanted nothing more than the best for his only daughter. It was boring and awful.
[The memory sits with her for a moment as she thinks for too long and then she nods.] Do you have a name in mind?
[He can't help but laugh at her rolling her eyes at him.] Did they make you wear a corset? I wound think that would be pretty uncomfortable. And since you were the daughter of an Earl, do I have to call you "My Lady"?
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She finds herself pressing against his body in an attempt to be closer to him, nevermind the obvious obstacle between them, and when she finally has to breathe, she murmurs his name. It's the only appreciation she can show while breathless.]
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She likes that a lot. Another thing she's a little fond of - but only a little, as she's still trying not to get attached - is his sense of humor.] Maybe a little unforgettable. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. Maybe it's that you share DNA.
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[The joking makes him feel better, and makes it easy to forget what's going to happen. It's probably not healthy but he can't bring himself to care.
Pulling back, he kisses her forehead before moving to sit down.]
How have you been feeling?
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Back then, women stayed in as much as possible, they entertained at home, their husbands certainly weren't touchy-feely, because they didn't get pregnant from one night stands and if they had husbands they didn't get rid of them the very next day on a whim.
[She gave a little shrug. It was like a history lesson, but she remembered the early 1900's with clarity.]
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I'm glad it's going better this time. I can't imagine how uncomfortable it was back then. Of course I've read historic documentations about it, but I'm sure it's not even close to living through it.
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[Maybe, just maybe, she was a little afraid of getting too attached. The possibility of Alaric being hurt or something happening to her baby struck her as bad and she didn't like it.]
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We need to think of names for hte little one.
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[The memory sits with her for a moment as she thinks for too long and then she nods.] Do you have a name in mind?
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And no, I don't.
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