Trick or Treat!
In honor of All Hallow’s Eve, I’m inviting trick-or-treaters to my ‘door.’ Comment “trick-or-treat” to this post and…well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I’m glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more “houses” to visit the more
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"I know," Chris said, holding her hands.
"No, I mean she is going to flip out."
"Leslie Knope is a grown woman who has surely had friends move away before."
"And she is going to-"
"Flip out." He crushed her to his chest in a big hug. Then they walked into JJs.
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"And I know it's early days, but I was thinking about some things Ben and I could do to baby-proof our house for your baby," Leslie said, smiling at Ann's stomach. "We were talking about those little things you plug into sockets. I know babies don't even crawl until-"
Chris squeezed her hand under the table, and Ann knew she had to do this. "Chris was thinking-" she started, and when he gave her a confused look, she started again. "Chris and I were thinking, actually, with the new baby, that actually maybe we would move somewhere else."
Ann focused on her plate.
“Really? That’s great,” Ben said, and Ann looked him. He looked strained, staring at his wife. “Where were you thinking of going?”
Chris smiled at him. “Ann has family in-”
“I’m sorry, what?” Leslie said, a smile pasted on. “I just heard a loud buzzing.”
“Leslie,” Ben said, and he leaned in and whispered something into her ear.
“No. No no no, this can’t be happening,” she said, wincing.
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When I realized what this was, I'm pretty sure I actually squealed. This is exactly what I wanted and it's brilliant and perfect and you are amazing. THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS, YOU BEAUTIFUL TROPICAL FISH!
Now can I be greedy and please convince you to make it into an entire fic for me?
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