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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 18:45:27 GMT
"Oh boy," I mutter, running a hand through my hair,"Hopefully he didn't get the 'let's go poke a gaint creature and see what it does' gene from Jack."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 18:46:32 GMT
"Yeah, let's hope that skips a generation."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 18:54:37 GMT
I smile weakly,"Jack would have loved Alex,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 18:55:59 GMT
"I'm sure he would have," I reply, not sure how else to reply.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 19:08:52 GMT
I smile weakly,"To Jack." I say holding up my firewhiskey bottle.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 19:10:20 GMT
"Jack," I agree, raising my own bottle again.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 19:15:03 GMT
"To Rowan," I say quietly,"And to Gid, and everyone else."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 19:21:46 GMT
I have to drop my gaze for a moment at the mention of Rowan and Gideon in the same sentence then nod, looking back up again, "To Rowan, Gid, and everyone else," I echo.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 19:26:39 GMT
"To our son," I mumble,"Alexander Rowan Gideon Hunt-Speare." And to us, in hopes we'll be around to see him grow up.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 19:32:39 GMT
"Yeah, to him most of all."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 19:35:06 GMT
I smile weakly, taking hold of his hand,"Remeber the first time we were here?" I ask, looking around.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 19:40:30 GMT
"Yes," I laugh softly and shake my head, keeping hold of her hand, "You said, 'In a thousand years time when you decide to procreate'. Ironic."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 19:45:15 GMT
"Don't think it was this crowded last time we were here," I laugh, linking my fingers with his. I grin,"Well what do you know, it's been a thousand years."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 19:46:23 GMT
"No, don't think it was," I agree, then laugh, "Must have been."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 19:54:39 GMT
"Then again, must have been at least ten o'clock at night," I smile,"Really been a long time since we've been here,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 19:55:24 GMT
"I know, we should come here more often."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 20:18:52 GMT
"You realize we have a week old son?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 20:20:20 GMT
"I realise this. All the more reason to escape every now and again."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 20:26:17 GMT
I grin slightly,"I like the way you think Mr Hunt."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 20:33:27 GMT
I laugh, "You had to admit it eventually Miss Speare."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 20:36:40 GMT
I smile, running my thumb over his knuckles,"Course how could I forget? Mum and Dad need time away from the baby every now and then."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 20:47:46 GMT
I smile, "Most definitely."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 20:50:24 GMT
"Think this was one of the very first places we met,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 20:57:11 GMT
"One of them, yeah. You got drunk and saw blue cats."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 21:05:26 GMT
"I'm telling you there was a blue cat!" I laugh.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 21:09:13 GMT
"There was no blue cat!" I laugh.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 21:34:15 GMT
"You just didn't see it!"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 21:36:17 GMT
"You were off your head," I laugh, "No blue cat."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 21:53:17 GMT
"Was not! You just don't want to admit it, 'cos you'll seem just as crazy."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 21:57:55 GMT
"You were. You pissed beyond belief. And I swear I saw no blue cat."
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