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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 1:13:57 GMT -5
*Micaela changed into her nightgown and read for a while, eventually turning out the light and falling asleep.* ((HAHA NIGHTGOWN. I FOUND YOU! tinypic.com/view.php?pic=8erx9o7&s=1<3))
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 30, 2007 1:43:22 GMT -5
*More early in the morning, than later that night, Maxim returned to their room and changed for bed as quietly as possible, so as not to wake Micaela. He got into the bed next to her, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead before settling down for the night.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 1:44:31 GMT -5
*She half-awoke and snuggled closer to him.*
"Love you." *She mumbled quietly. Then she yawned adorably and fell back asleep.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 30, 2007 1:47:14 GMT -5
"I love you too," *he whispered, and drifted off to sleep himself.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 1:54:51 GMT -5
*She yawned the next morning and awoke. She didn't immediately feel nauseated, and sat up, confused. A beat. Still no nauseated feeling in the pit of her stomach. She squealed with glee and began dancing around the room.*
"NO MORE MORNING SICKNESS!" *She cried in a singsong voice, giggling and not caring if she woke Maxim up. She also recognized that this meant that the pregnancy was one-third over. And squealed in glee some more.*
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Post by Renn on Dec 30, 2007 2:00:37 GMT -5
AS MAXIM
*Woken by her squealing, Maxim sat up and raised an eyebrow at Micaela.*
"What on earth is going on?"
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 2:02:37 GMT -5
*She glomped him and hugged him tightly.*
"I woke up and there was no more morning sickness, and if there's no more morning sickness then it means that the first trimester is over and that means that THERES ONLY SIX MONTHS LEFT!" *She said this all in one breath, and by the end was up and dancing around the room again.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 30, 2007 3:35:41 GMT -5
*He laughed, shaking his head with a fond, bemused look on his face.*
"I'm glad, then."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 3:42:35 GMT -5
*She plunked down on the bed next to him and leaned her head against his shoulder, grinning like the newlywed she was.*
"Mm. I love you, Maxim." *She said happily, good energy basically making the air around her buzz with endorphins.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 30, 2007 3:51:45 GMT -5
*He grinned, tilting her face up and giving her a soft kiss on the lips.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 13:32:35 GMT -5
*She kissed him back and then hugged him again.*
"Oh, right, today the decorator's coming over with paint samples and catalogs for the nursery." *She said, thoughts of the baby reminding her.* "I was thinking blue, because it's neutral. Or maybe light green."
*She chewed on the inside of her lower lip in thought, still not moving from his arms.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 30, 2007 13:36:40 GMT -5
"Blue, I think," *he said, after a moment.* "But I won't allow you to cover the room in horrible pastels."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 13:40:03 GMT -5
*She laughed and rolled her eyes.*
"Of course not! What kind of mother do you think I am?" *She teased.* "No, I was thinking more like cornflower blue, with dark wood furniture."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 30, 2007 13:48:39 GMT -5
*He nodded, thinking it over.*
"Hmm, yes. I'm sure you'll be able to handle the decoration."
*He'd never been good at that...*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 14:04:40 GMT -5
"Obviously, dear. Your first wife referred to it as a dungeon before she got her hands on it."
*She smiled and stood up, moving to her vanity to brush her hair out. It waved gently to her freckled shoulders now, having grown out from that little bob she'd had it in. The brush snagged in the back and she glared at it, as if that would help get the tangle out. She yanked a bit more, eventually defeating her hair. She pinned it into a simple if somewhat loose bun, knowing she didn't have the time or the patience (or probably the skill) to spend hours placing her hair into perfect little finger waves, as was fashionable.*
*She changed in the closet (which was huge and only partly filled by her clothes) and tossed the nightgown into the hamper. When she went to button her skirt, however, she groaned when it refused to close.* "Close, you stupid button! Close!" *She rolled her eyes and picked out a different skirt, which was looser. She staunchly refused to wear a corset as some women did while pregnant--it was unnecessary and painful. The whole waifish look that was in at the moment didn't appeal to her.*
*She moved towards the door to go eat breakfast and meet the decorator. She was extremely pleased that she'd be able to eat a real breakfast today--two-minute eggs and some toast with butter.*
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