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Post by Micaela on Dec 23, 2007 0:44:09 GMT -5
*Micaela woke up early Christmas morning and nearly burst with excitement and nerves. She gently nudged Maxim to wake him up.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 23, 2007 1:00:16 GMT -5
*Maxim blinked sleepily and rolled over to face her.*
"Good morning, darling."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 23, 2007 1:01:18 GMT -5
*She grinned, not sleepy at all.*
"Guess what morning it is, doofus." *She teased.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 23, 2007 1:03:14 GMT -5
*He thought for a moment, not entirely awake.*
"Ah! Happy Christmas," *he said, kissing her forehead softly.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 23, 2007 1:04:19 GMT -5
*She giggled.*
"You're so British." *She said, smiling and rolling her eyes.*
"Christmas means you find out about your present, you know."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 23, 2007 1:09:23 GMT -5
*He laughed.*
"Ah, good. I've been wondering all week, he said with an obliging smile.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 23, 2007 1:11:24 GMT -5
*She giggled nervously a little.*
"Well it kind of requires that you get up." *She teased.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 23, 2007 1:16:38 GMT -5
*He smiled and sat up.*
"If you insist on being so enthusiastic and ruining my sleep..."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 23, 2007 1:20:05 GMT -5
*She kissed his cheek.*
"I do."
*She sat up and looked at him, then reaching under the bed and handing him a box which contained a pair of baby booties she had made. Blue ones, because blue was really neutral.*
"Maxim, what would you do if I had a child?" *She asked softly.*
Everyone would know he was ours. He would be ours to love, and when he grows Manderley will be his
I wouldn’t be a perfect mother, Maxim, But I know that I would try. All will know he’s yours, And all will know he’s mine…
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 23, 2007 1:30:36 GMT -5
*For a moment, a horrified look crossed his face. This conversation was unsettlingly familiar, and against all logic, he was sure she would go on to reveal something very similar to his late wife..*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 23, 2007 1:34:51 GMT -5
*She spotted the look on his face and tears immediately came to her eyes. Her own face suddenly took on an expression of horror... an 'I-never-should-have-mentioned-this-oh-fuck' look.*
"Oh, God, this was a horrible idea, wasn't it... I'm so sorry, really...I..." *She was on the verge of bursting into tears.*
I shouldn't have sprung thus on him; we should have had a conversation about it... Oh my God he's going to hate me...
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 23, 2007 1:47:42 GMT -5
*He realized what it seemed like he'd thought, realized that Micaela was talking about his child.*
"No, I'm sorry. I was... reminded of something else."
*He smiled, putting his arms around her.*
"I'm glad. Really I am."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 23, 2007 1:49:17 GMT -5
"Really? Oh thank God... I was so afraid for a second there..." *She hugged him really tight, grinning ridiculously.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 23, 2007 1:51:56 GMT -5
"A baby... My god, this means I'll be a father!" *He practically spun her around before placing a kiss on her lips.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 23, 2007 1:53:55 GMT -5
*She giggled and kissed him back.*
"Yes, that's usually what it means when you have a baby." *She teased." "And it means that I'll be a mother... we're going to be parents!" *She hugged him again.*
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