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| Emma_D'Abugine | Oct 21 2009, 01:16 AM Post #221 |
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"Have you met him?" Emma was shocked to hear that his mother had married a third time, her own opinions of her already taking root but she wasn't about to voice them. She didn't want to influence how Kevin thought about his mother or the situation? Despite all that had happened, Emma still found it sad that it had been so long since he'd see her. She smiled tenderly into the kiss and at his words. "And you too. Don't ever change, alright?" Emma settled comfortably back into her husband's arm as they snuggled down under the covers, her fingers intertwining with his as they rested over her now slightly rounded belly. A week or so and she'd already be four months along. Emma's eyes lit up at the prospect of flying. It really had been years since she'd last been up on a broom and she was sure she was a little more that rusty. Chances were she'd be lucky to get the broom off the ground these days. "Really? I'd love that." She grinned, leaning forward to brush her lips with Kevin's and nestling closer to get comfortable. No one ever said sleeping with a baby bump was easy or comfortable."I'm sure mum could watch Katie and it's probably better now that when I weigh the size of a small Baluga Whale." Emma cringed halfheartedly stroking their linked hands over her bump. "I always used to love sneaking out when I was younger and flying in the dark when there were no one around." Her voice was sleepy, eyes closed imagining it. "It was like being in another world entirely." "Mmmmm...." She could feel herself drifting, Kevin's lips murmuring into her neck, tickling slightly but at the same time soothing, helping her relax further. "Yes, let's." The corners of her lips were curled up lazily, murmered. "When it's a little warmer...a family trip..." Emma's lips fell still, her chest rising and falling evenly as she surcombed to sleep, a contented smile on her lips. -------------------------------------------------------------- Returning from the wedding, Emma kicked off her shoes and headed straight into the nursery with Katie, who was trying very hard to keep her eyes open. "Come on, Sweetie. Time to go bed." 'No!' The little voice spoke up, muffled by the front of Emma's dress. It was amazing just how much Katie'd grown and how she was developing. She was alredy toddling, if a little unsteadily and her vocabulary had started to grow over the last few months. Just single words and a couple strung together. "You dont want to go to sleep?" Emma asked, setting Katie down on the changing table and taking off Katie's pretty and now cake spattered dress. 'No sweepy! No sweepy!' Emma laughed, tickling her squirming daughter who started giggling. She took off Katie's little sandals and nodded. "Yes, bed time for Katie and tomorrow, if you're a good girl we'll go an buy you a spooky Halloween costume." Katie was too engrossed in tugging off her little socks to take any notice, so Emma began changing her daugher's dirty diaper, pulling out the talcum power and baby wipes, and setting to work. Katie happily contented herself with tugging wipe after wipe out the packet. Edited by Emma_D'Abugine, Oct 29 2009, 09:07 PM.
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| EmmaHope | Oct 29 2009, 10:30 PM Post #222 |
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Nothing like a good ice cream session to end the week. And it had been a busy week. A four foot essay assigned in Tranfiguration, three foot in charms, helping Abi plan a halloween party for the Gryffindor common room... Emma had been lounging in her pajamas in the bean bag chair she'd snuck into their dorm. She'd been making her way through her second bow of strawberry icecream, with sprinkles and sauce, listening to the gossip exchanged about the cute guy sat in the back of potions and what everyone was planning to do for Christmas in a few months. Emma barely closed her eyes a moment, readjusting her glasses - she'd only have the wear them a year, the optician said - but when she opened them, she most certainly was not in the Gryffindor tower anymore. No longer in the fourth year, girls dorm. She was in what appeared to be a nursery... changing table, crib, stuffed toys... and she was sat in a rocking chair. She wasn't alone. Across the room from her at the changing table, was a woman with her back to her and a baby being changed. This was unnerving. Alarming. Where was she? How had she got there? Merlin knew who that woman was. "Ugh... any chance you could tell me where I am?" |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Oct 29 2009, 10:54 PM Post #223 |
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"Come on, Sweetie. We need those baby wipes but not all at once." Katie just giggled and pulled out a few more, throwing them on the floor. She never did seem to tire of the picking up and throwing things away, game. Emma was reaching for the talcum power when a voice spoke up from behind her, Emma's gaze darting up catching a glance of a young girl in the mirror on the wall. The talcum power fell to the floor in a white cloud and Emma let out a shout, whipping round, wand already in hand. "Kevin!!!" her voice rose to attrat Kevin's attention in the other room. It wasn't the fact that there was someone in their house uninvited - she was an Auror, she was trained to deal with such occurences. It was the fact that she knew the girl. The frizzy, uncontrollable hair that had poofed up at peuberty, those glasses she'd been forced to wear for a year ay fourteen, those gangly limbs... She was staring into the face that had haunted her mirror all through her fourth year. What was her fourteen year old self, doing sat in Katie's nursery? What was she doing sat anywhere at fourteen in 2009? "Kevin! We have a problem..." |
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| Kev D'Abugine | Oct 30 2009, 11:14 PM Post #224 |
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Sebastien's nose twiddled idly as he contemplated over the book. With the break for Christmas holiday fast approaching, he was planning out a tournament of chess with his step-father and he did not want to lose as spectacularly as he had the summer previously. He was therefore playing a game with David, who looked incredibly bored. A moment later, the chess board, David, indeed the common room altogether...had vanished. He blinked and looked around taking in the decorations and furniture of a flat that was certainly not familiar. Perfectly composed, he spun around a few times before his ears perked up hearing a familiar name. Well, that was his middle name. They probably weren't addressing him. So he stayed still, inquiring politely, "May anyone here tell me where I am?" Etiquette was naturally inbred into him, so when he was this wrong-footed and confused, he decided to keep the questions polite and simple. There were other people in the room besides the man he addressed--simply because the man was staring at him-- but he was far more taken with casting the odd glance at the woman he'd entered with. Because put quite simply, he'd have whistled if his manners weren't that inbred. |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Oct 30 2009, 11:23 PM Post #225 |
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Hearing his name yelled out, Kev had come running after. Emma was not the only one have a serious issue with recognizing someone. Having wished Leslie and Gabe their best, and enjoyed himself immensely at the reception, Kevin had been looking forward to getting home and enjoying the evening perhaps a little more privately with his wife. Clearly that was not going to happen. Judging by Emma's expression, he was not the only one who knew someone in front of them. The boy, looking confused and therefore composed, inquired nicely after their location, while the girl asked the same question at the same time in quite the different, more exhasperated tone. He was already grinning to see that Emma's hair had been that frizzy, and he realized it had been a long time since he'd seen her in something other than contacts, but seeing himself? Wasn't that bad? "Er. You're..." He gave the address, speaking purely in French, knowing that the younger him would understand that easier. "Year 2009, and you're speaking to Sebastien Kevin D'Abugine, and Emma Marie D'Abugine, my...our...wife." It was astonishing how fast the manners came back, wasn't it? He turned to look at Emma, his eyes wide, a little concerned. What age was his younger self? What was he even doing there? And then because he couldn't help himself, "Would I be correct in assuming you're Emma Hope?" He pointed to the younger girl, even though he already had figured that out. His eyes remained wide. |
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| EmmaHope | Oct 31 2009, 03:45 AM Post #226 |
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When the older woman suddenly spun around with a shout, wand in hand and dropping what appeared to be talcum powder in the process, Em couldn’t help but stare. It was like looking in a mirror – an old mirror. Alright, well maybe not old but older by maybe a decade. She’d let out her own gasp of surprise as she took in the familiar face before her, inhaling the cloud of talc as she did so. Emma was soon coughing, hearing footsteps approaching from outside the room as the older her stood wand arm outstretch, called to someone called Kevin. Her questions had yet to be answered and when two figures entered the room, Emma was thoroughly confused. It was another before and after pair, clearly and she felt a little shy to realise that she found them both rather cute, the older especially. The younger, looked about her age and spoke with an accent as he asked pretty much the same questions she’d asked of her older self. Why? Where? And when? The accent was just as cute as she quickly realised he might possibly be French when the older man replied in what she could vaguely pick up as French... perhaps. She’d never been too good with foreign languages. The older man seemed to catch sight of her, still sat in the rocking chair and Em looked back warily, unsure quite what to say. He seemed to be scrutinising her but was grinning. A little self consciously she tuck a strand of unruly hair behind her ear and pushed her glasses up her nose. Oh she really hoped that was her future self stood by the changing table. Her hair wasn’t frizzy and untameable – clearly it had very successfully been tamed – and she wasn’t wearing glasses. In fact, even with the slight curve of her stomach (perhaps leftover from having the baby on the table – she was really quite pretty. Emma felt awkward sat looking between the man and young man, and glanced up at her older self as the man answered a few of the questions. ”2009? But... I was just in 1984 eating ice cream with Abi and our dorm mates...” It was the first time she’d spoken up in front of the two guys and her cheeks reddened. So the man was Sebastien D’Abugine. The name vaguely rang a bell. She thought she might have remembered Abi mentioning someone called Kevin...She glanced back round at the woman at the changing table. So, she was her in the future! This was too weird, especially when the rest of what Sebastian D’Abugine had said, sank in. The woman was a D’Abugine as well? ”I’m married...?” Her eyes darted to the boy the age, gaze certainly wary now, cheeks pink. ”We’re married?” She nodded distractedly as the older Sebastian asked if she was Emma Hope. The baby on the changing table, left ignored mid diaper change, had begun to fuss and Emma’s pink cheeks paled, eyes going wide. ”Is that...? Is she....ours?” |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Oct 31 2009, 03:46 AM Post #227 |
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Emma was sure she was imagining things. This couldn’t be real. Perhaps she as in shock and shock couldn’t be good for the baby. She kept her wand trailed on the younger look alike sat in the rocker, wary to answer anything until Kevin was in the room to bare witness and at least confirm that she wasn’t seeing things. She wasn’t. There was quite clearly two of him as well. In fact, both mini-mees seemed to be about the same age. At a guess, she’d say about... thirteen... fourteen. She’d been fourteen when she’d last had to wear glasses and could certainly remember her hair being at his worst about then. Emma cast a glance at who she assumed to be a young Kevin. He was quite a cute kid and awfully polite, his accent thicker and he kept glancing at her. Was she being eyed up by a fourteen year old? She couldn’t tell but she reddened a little nonetheless. Kevin was glancing at her young self with a grin and it didn’t take a detective that he was taking in the differences that had occurred in a decade. Frizzy, unmanageable hair – no smooth and carefully kept. Those dark framed glasses she’d hated so much, now never needed because her eyesight had cleared up and she only rarely needed her contacts. The shy, awkwardness about her almost gangly form, that now was sporting a small baby bump and was being held with a bit more confidence. She almost wanted to nudge her husband with her elbow to prompt him not to stare. She remembered how awkward she’d felt about her appearance at fourteen. Her fluttering as it tended to do, as Kevin answered his fourteen year old self in French, before continuing for both fourteen year olds benefits, Emma prepared herself for their reactions. Somehow, they’d popped in unannounced and unexplained from the late nineties and had just been informed they were married. What’s more Katie had started fussing and the young Emma had pieced a few more pieces of her future together. Emma turned back to Katie, shhing her and setting to work on finishing her diaper change and putting her into her pyjamas in record time. Glancing over her shoulder at the girl in the rocker, she nodded. ”Meet your future husband and daughter, Katie.” Katie had soon settled down once her diaper had been change and she was nice and warm in her footsie pyjamas. She jiggled Katie on her hip, who was looking with interest at their visitors, eyes round and a little shy. Emma placed a hand on her own stomach. ”Oh and one on the way.” She was starting to relax, her heart rate slowly lowering back to normal. ”So Kevin... Are you fourteen as well? I’m guessing you’re at Beauxbatons? Are you enjoying school?” It felt awkward. What did you say to your husband as a teenager, when he’s never met you before at that age? Heck, what did you say to yourself at fourteen when you already know everything about them? ”So... do you have any questions, besides why you’re here because I guess we could ask you the same question..” This was either magic gone wrong or a really strange dream. ”Are you hungry? We could fix you up some food. I guess you might have to stay here tonight as well.” Emma glanced at Kevin, wondering what they should do with the kids. |
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| Stalker | Nov 23 2009, 07:19 AM Post #228 |
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This Was Sent On JUNE. FIRST. 2009. This RP happen then. An owl flew in the open window, leaving a single, long-stemmed red rose on Emma's pillow. With it was a tiny scroll of parchment, tied together with a thin red ribbon that perfectly matched the color of the rose. Unfurled, it read it neat script: Emma, Please accept this rose as a token of my admiration. It was unsigned, and the owl flew off before it could be seen. |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Nov 23 2009, 07:23 AM Post #229 |
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Kevin had just settled Katie down for a nap and was heading into their bedroom to see if he might nap himself. Although Katie had long begun sleeping through the night, he was still startled that a year might have already passed and for some reason couldn't get the fact out of his mind. He passed into the room smiling simply to himself, not seeing the rose nor the note and sitting on the edge of the chair in front of the desk, his head in his hands over top a book he wasn't fully reading. A year. His daughter was already a year. Geez. He couldn't be happier about that, no matter how oddly down he still felt. It was nice to be able to focus on something light and happy for a change. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Nov 26 2009, 06:46 PM Post #230 |
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Emma had been in the kitchen clearing up after lunch while Kevin settled Katie down for her afternoon nap. A year old. She was growing up so fast, Emma couldn't believe it. It wouldn't be long before they were holding intellegent conversations, watching her start pre-school... She'd caught a glimpse of Kevin exiting the nursery and passing down the corridor to their bedroom, and putting away the last dish, followed. They were both tired. Parenting, work, kidnap after kidnap, attack after attack... Passing over the threshold into the room, Emma headed over to her side of the bed, pausing to lean down and kiss Kevin's cheek as she saw him lent over a book. The sight of the rose on her pillow made her smile, cheeks tinging a little. The note also as she untied the red ribbon and unfurled the scrap of parchement. She bit her lip, bringing the rose to her nose and inhaling its sweet scent. It was beautiful. Emma turned to regard her husband lent over his book and crossed back over to him, hugging him from behind, rose and note, still held in her hands. "Thank you," she whispered, close to his ear still smiling. "It's beautiful. You really shouldn't have." |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Nov 26 2009, 09:28 PM Post #231 |
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Why was she holding a rose? Torn between beaming and his immediate confusion, Kevin blinked a moment later and turned in her arms to kiss her for a moment. While smiling, he still admitted, "Well, thank you, but I ...really didn't." He turned fully around to look at the rose asking with his brow beginning to furrow in confusion, "Does it say I did?" He gestured to the card, confused. He understood why he would be suspected, but he was confused as to who had sent flowers. Maybe Abi had "in his name"? Had he forgotten he had? It wasn't unlikely. Lately, his head seemed to be a lot more crowded and cloudy than it probably should have been, and he didn't understand it. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Nov 26 2009, 09:54 PM Post #232 |
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Emma saw Kev blink, eyeing the rose and was curious if perhaps she'd made a mistake. The rose had been on her pillow and she'd just assumed...Still, when he turned in her arms and kissed her, she brushed her thoughts of a false assumption aside a moment to kiss him back, perching on his knee. He was looking again at the rose, looking confused. Her own brow furrowed. "You didn't? But then who?" Emma handed Kevin the scroll of parchment that came with it. "It doesn't say... I just assumed" She took another smell of the rose. "It seems I might have an admirer." |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Nov 26 2009, 10:04 PM Post #233 |
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As Emma sat back on his knee, Kevin blinked in confusion as well. One hand went up to support her upper back. He shut and rubbed his eyes for a moment, a flirty response leaving his lips in a moment without thought, "Why shouldn't you have an admirer? I'm the luckiest man in the world.." And he took the note from her, reading it. Please accept this as a token of my admirition...it confused him. For some reason, an odd chill was in the room. He realized what that was a moment later; he didn't know who had delivered the rose, and therefor he didn't really know who had been in their room. Awkward. He put the note down and shook his head, continuing in a more serious vein, "Well, it wasn't me. I could ask Abi, it seems the type of thing she'd do...trying to nudge me not-so-subtly or something? " Kevin was making that up. He honestly didn't have a clue who the rose was from. And a moment of internal conversation with Abi later, she didn't know who it was either. He shook his head and continued, "Anyone at work you think?" It was a pretty rose...he just wasn't very fond of not knowing directly where it came from. Okay. Maybe he was paranoid. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Nov 26 2009, 10:59 PM Post #234 |
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At Kevin's comment Emma giggled slightly, twirling the rose between her fingers. "That you are," she joked. "And I'm the luckiest woman." She was intrigued though. If it wasn't from Kevin, who was the rose from? "But why would I want an admirer when I've got you?" She watched as Kevin read the note, curious to see if maybe he might have an idea or recognise the handwriting but by the looks of things, he didn't. So, someone had sent her the rose. Somehow it had found its way to her pillow. Someone had put it there... been in their room.. possibly. It could have been delivered by owl but clearly neither of them had been in the room at the time. Emma shivered, setting the rose down on the desk. "You don't need any nudges..." Emma pointed out with a small smile but perhaps he could be right. Maybe it was Abi's doing...but it wasn't that either. 'Anyone at work?' She let out a breath, shrugging slightly and shaking her head. "I really don't know. Half the Auror are guys and I know most of them...and then there's all the male Ministry staff,. Any male Healer who might have treated me over the years or anyone I might have crossed paths with when there was the virus, or on the cruise, or in Simon's basement..." She paused to think. "There's Matthew... the list goes on. I know a lot of guys... It could be anyone." |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Dec 25 2009, 03:10 AM Post #235 |
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Hmmm... Christmas. Her favorite time of year. The decorations, the food and eggnog (that she couldn't appreciate that year), the music, the presents.... An here she was curled up in bed beside her wonderful husband, sleepy, just awake on that special, cold December morning, gaze fluttering over the Santa hat hanging over the bed post at the foot of the bed. Katie was sound asleep in her crib - or so Emma hoped or rather assumed. Katie had seemed to be starting to grasp the concept of Santa, especially when she'd been taking to sit on a department store Santa's lap. The flat had been decorated for a little while, presents wrapped and slipped under the tree, food bought for Christmas dinner. But it was early and Emma was in no rush to get out of her nice warm bed and greet the cold moring beyond the covers. |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Dec 26 2009, 03:18 AM Post #236 |
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Hearing Emma stir, Kevin grinned and headed back over to her. He'd been up for an hour, getting a particular thing ready, and was already dressed--a true anamoly for Christmas morning. Not that it had been particularly hard; he was wearing sweats and a t-shirt that he added his bathrobe back too in the cold, before rejoining her in the bed and wrapping his arms around her so she could curl up. Their window was dusted with snow, and he kissed her cheek with the same soft smile as he murmured with the traditional french accent, "Joyeux Noel, amour." |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Dec 26 2009, 03:27 AM Post #237 |
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Emma's gaze had fallen closed with the image of the santa hat on the end of the bed stead, fresh on her mind. Feeling Kevin shift slightly beside her, his warm breath on her cheek right before he kissed it and right after as his murmured in that wonderfully sexy French accent, a contented smile swept across Emma's lips. Her eyes opened slowly, gaze lifting to sleepily take in her husband. "Mmm... Merry Christmas, mon chere." The feel of his robe against her, made Emma pause, curious. "How long have you been up? I haven't missed presents yet, have I?" Then again, Kevin was like Abi. She'd have been worried if she'd have woken to find him still asleep beside her. |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Dec 26 2009, 03:36 AM Post #238 |
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"Not yet." He started smiling and kissed her again. "A...while." Kevin was chuckling, amused at the fact, but also being purposefully mysterious. Holding her a little bit closer he then pulled back and hopped out of the bed, unable to ignore the fact that come this year every year, he was six years old again awaiting the time he could open his Christmas presents with his wife and daughter. Plus this year, he had something to show her. Going to the door, assuming they could open the other presents later he fished out a tiny box for Emma first, and handed it to her. Inside lay a little gold key when she'd open it and he grinned, "I have a bit of a surprise." Pause. "A large surprise." He had to amend that and then kissed her again, adding, "I'll be sure to get Katie ready while you get dressed? Don't worry about being too formal or anything." He pointed purposefully to his own sweats and waited lightly for her to open the box. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Dec 26 2009, 03:53 AM Post #239 |
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Kevin was hiding something... but a good something by the looks and sounds of it. By the way he was chuckling, the extra kisses, the cryptic words...He'd been up a while but for some reason, Emma didnt think he'd just been snooping around the Christmas tree. No, if that were the case he'd have practically been bouncing on the bed to wake her the moment his eyes opened. Emma watched him get out of bed, grumbling slightly about the sudden absence of warmth but followed out of bed (a little slower) shrugging on her dressing gown and slippers. Then, there was the box. Small square boxes usually meant one thing but they were already married, so Emma was even more confused, yet found herself smiling. "Kev...?" She took the box from his hands, wondering why she needed to dress and why he where they were going. But she nodded, glancing down at the box as she opened it. It was a key. And there was nothing to say what it unlocked. A large surprise apparently. "It's a key." She murmrued, completely confused. "Is there something for me to unlock?" Emma set the box and key on the bed, turning to rummage through drawers for some clothes and pulling out some sweats, a shirt and a wooly jumper against the cold, and started dressing. |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Dec 28 2009, 04:47 PM Post #240 |
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At the remark, Kevin paused and started to grin a little. "Many, many somethings." It was quite true, and he wasn't saying another word on the matter yet. As she started dressing he giggled much as a small child usually did on Christmas morning and went to get Katie. The eighteen month old was already awake and standing against the side of the crib. Her eyes were wide and he grinned as he lifted her up--changing and dressing her-- and talking back to her happy babbling and single words as though they were having a full conversation. After putting Katie on his hip, he returned to the room and looked at Emma thrilled asking, "Ready to go?" |
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