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Holds the baby up by it’s leg and stares at it. “So…what do we do with this thing?”
Lily gapes at him and quickly stands up so she can correct the way he’s supposed to be holding the baby.
“His name is HOLDEN. And you’re supposed to HOLD him.”
She giggles a little, because everyone loves a bad pun, but then she actually gives a sincere smile, feeling normal and like she can have a normal life and family for a moment. Even if it’s only normal in supernatural world.
Patrick loves bad puns too but really Lily? Really? “You really named him that?”
For a normal pregnancy, the due date was set to October 31st, an ironic date that Lily almost couldn’t handle the irony of. But for someone pregnant with nephilim twins with possible demon blood on them…the due date was apparently now September 19th.
The doctor had mentioned before that they…
Holds the baby up by it’s leg and stares at it. “So…what do we do with this thing?”
With Lily and he’s going to hold her forever.
Can it be both?
I’d like that… *picks her up to carry her preggers butt in to the bed and starts looking around at the place he’s going to start calling home*
I’ve never been in a…”cozy” place before. Or a home really. I’ve always just bounces from hotel to hotel..
*snuggles on the bed, not letting go of her grip on him to pull him down next to her*
Do you like this? Or is it weird for you…
I like this…I like this a lot… *falls asleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep on her*
*kisses him back with a fluttery feeling in her heart threatening to overwhelm her as she clings to him, pulling away to say something only to end up kissing him again, harder, at a loss for words and just wanting to feel him and touch him*
*kisses her back with a grin* Is that a yes or should we go to bed and sleep on it?
Can it be both?
I’d like that… *picks her up to carry her preggers butt in to the bed and starts looking around at the place he’s going to start calling home*
I’ve never been in a…”cozy” place before. Or a home really. I’ve always just bounces from hotel to hotel..
But…but you said it out loud…
*crawls over onto his lap to look at him*
Do you…really want to…?
*gives her a kiss* Yes…we’re going to be immortal. Together forever. If I hadn’t wanted to marry you one day I wouldn’t have offered you this.
*kisses him back with a fluttery feeling in her heart threatening to overwhelm her as she clings to him, pulling away to say something only to end up kissing him again, harder, at a loss for words and just wanting to feel him and touch him*
*kisses her back with a grin* Is that a yes or should we go to bed and sleep on it?
…Run that by me again? Especially that last part.
I….I keep saying things out loud when they should probably stay in my head a bit longer…
But…but you said it out loud…
*crawls over onto his lap to look at him*
Do you…really want to…?
*gives her a kiss* Yes…we’re going to be immortal. Together forever. If I hadn’t wanted to marry you one day I wouldn’t have offered you this.
*kisses him back, trying to ignore the babies kicking her in her damn uterus and focus on nothing but him, his scent and taste and the way he felt so close to her, so warm and comforting unlike Procel*
So what do we do now?
I don’t know…you’re pregnant. You’ll have kids, we’ll raise them…and in the meantime I need to find someone that can treat you and the kids without freaking out if they’ve got wings or something. And maybe…we could get married or something.
…Run that by me again? Especially that last part.
I….I keep saying things out loud when they should probably stay in my head a bit longer…
*sits up just enough to cling to him, her heart fluttering even though somewhere deep down she had known Patrick was the one for her ever since they first met, and he had first been persistent to get to know her, and been the first person to be able to withstand touching her skin*
I love you too…no matter how unromantic this moment is.
This isn’t THAT unromantic… *nervous about clinging back because he doesn’t want to squish the baby so he pulls away to kiss her instead*
*kisses him back, trying to ignore the babies kicking her in her damn uterus and focus on nothing but him, his scent and taste and the way he felt so close to her, so warm and comforting unlike Procel*
So what do we do now?
I don’t know…you’re pregnant. You’ll have kids, we’ll raise them…and in the meantime I need to find someone that can treat you and the kids without freaking out if they’ve got wings or something. And maybe…we could get married or something.
*stares at him in shock, liking the idea of being able to fall asleep with him and wake up with him every day and night but not being able to comprehend part the first part of his sentence*
…I’d like it if you moved in but…can you back up to that part where you said you love me?
*stares back* I…I hadn’t realized that I hadn’t said that out loud yet…oops?
*sits up just enough to cling to him, her heart fluttering even though somewhere deep down she had known Patrick was the one for her ever since they first met, and he had first been persistent to get to know her, and been the first person to be able to withstand touching her skin*
I love you too…no matter how unromantic this moment is.
This isn’t THAT unromantic… *nervous about clinging back because he doesn’t want to squish the baby so he pulls away to kiss her instead*