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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 25, 2007 23:01:42 GMT
"Okay," I mumble, turning my head and catching the kiss on the lips.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 25, 2007 23:08:01 GMT
I kiss her softly, then rest my forehead against hers.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 25, 2007 23:09:00 GMT
"Wanna go check on the baby?" I ask.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 25, 2007 23:15:59 GMT
"And risk waking him up?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 25, 2007 23:17:15 GMT
"Alright, maybe not."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 25, 2007 23:25:28 GMT
"Although maybe if he wakes up now he'll sleep later."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 25, 2007 23:27:04 GMT
"Alright, make up your mind. Wake hm up or let him sleep?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 26, 2007 19:39:33 GMT
"Why are you asking me this? I don't know. Your call."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 1:03:51 GMT
"Why must it be my call? Your his father, you have a say too," I mumble, laying back down and pulling the covers over myself.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 12:02:21 GMT
"I've had my say now," I mumble.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 18:25:20 GMT
"I say..we wait til he cries?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 18:26:20 GMT
"Suits me fine."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 18:36:31 GMT
"So, what shall we do now?" I grin.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 18:37:33 GMT
"You tell me," I laugh slightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 18:45:37 GMT
"Your call," I smirk slightly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 18:47:50 GMT
"Hmm..."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 18:51:44 GMT
"I'm up for sleep," I laugh, leaning my head back,"What about you?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 18:53:06 GMT
"Sleep does sound appealing."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 18:57:44 GMT
"What sounds appealing them, Mr Hunt?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 19:01:29 GMT
"Mhm," I decide not to respond, putting my head under the pillow.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 19:05:04 GMT
I laugh, rolling onto my side, watching him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 19:06:23 GMT
"Don't laugh at me," I mumble with a grin through the pillow.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 19:09:38 GMT
"Why not? What are you going to do about it?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 19:14:01 GMT
"Uh...I'll think of something..."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 19:18:28 GMT
"I'll be waiting a while then."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 19:22:26 GMT
"Shush," I mumble into the pillow.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 19:28:21 GMT
"No," I grin, rolling onto my back.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 19:31:00 GMT
"Yes," I argue, letting myself grin because I'm hiding my face from her.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 19:32:39 GMT
"Really hard to take you seriously when your hiding behind a pillow," I laugh.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 19:35:29 GMT
"It's because you scare me," I tell her from behind the pillow.
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