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Post by Micaela on Jan 4, 2008 3:07:16 GMT -5
*Micaela shut the back cover of a book, tears rolling down her face. She sniffled wretchedly and wiped her nose with her handkerchief, delicate and lace-edged, and embroidered with her own monogram. M de W. She still was splotchy-faced and runny-nosed, crying over the ending of her book.*
*Her feet were tucked under her and she was dressed very comfortably, curled up in the largest and poofiest chair in the library, and situated next to the fire. Finn's head was resting on her knee and his tail wagged enthusuastically. He smelled salt and attempted to lick her face. She laughed weakly.*
"Finn, you goof." *She scratched between his ears and he abandoned his attempts to curl up against her feet. She untucked one foot and used it to rub against his back. She still clutched the book and sniffled ridiculously, holding back hiccups.*
"Stupid hormones." *She mumbled.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Jan 4, 2008 17:22:59 GMT -5
*Maxim entered the library, giving a slight frown when he saw Micaela.*
"Is everything alright, darling?"
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Post by Micaela on Jan 4, 2008 17:28:56 GMT -5
*She smiled and laughed a little.*
"Just hormones. I feel kind of stupid, getting all blubbery over a book." *She wiped at her eyes, blushing a little.*
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Post by Liam on Jan 12, 2008 13:12:41 GMT -5
*With his mother watching from a nearby chair, Liam sat on the carpet in front of the fire and yanked on Finn's hair. Finn had no issue with this; he was staunchly asleep. Liam seemed to be trying his darndest to get the dog to awaken.*
"Finn! Finnn! Finn!" *He cried at the creature, beating his tiny fists.*
*The dog stayed asleep and Micaela chuckled from her chair.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Jan 14, 2008 17:13:07 GMT -5
*Maxim entered the library and smiled, seeing Liam and Micaela. He approached his son and crouched down.*
"Pestering the dog, are we, young man?"
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Post by Liam on Jan 14, 2008 17:18:40 GMT -5
*Liam turned his head around, his little pink mouth in an 'o' of surprise. When he saw who it was that was behind him, he grinned, showing off his front teeth (which were growing in).*
"Dada!" *He reached up his hands and opened and closed his hands, wordlessly asking to be picked up.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Jan 14, 2008 17:23:49 GMT -5
*Maxim picked the boy up, swinging him around a bit before settling him against him.*
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Post by Liam on Jan 14, 2008 17:27:32 GMT -5
*Liam began rattling off sentences in babyspeak, as if recounting the events of the day.*
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Post by Micaela on Jan 14, 2008 17:28:07 GMT -5
*Micaela chuckled.*
"Just smile and nod. It's his new thing to do and he gets upset if you don't answer him."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Jan 14, 2008 17:34:16 GMT -5
*He nodded seriously at Liam, as if he understood every word.*
"Fascinating," *he said with a smile.*
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Post by Liam on Jan 14, 2008 17:37:30 GMT -5
*Every so often he would point to Micaela for emphasis and let out a garble of sounds that involved the syllables 'Mama.'*
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Post by Micaela on Jan 14, 2008 17:37:55 GMT -5
*She placed her head in one hand and giggled.*
"Oh Lord, he's going to be a hand-talker like his mum."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Jan 16, 2008 15:23:31 GMT -5
*Maxim lauhghed.*
"I certainly wouldn't mind."
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Post by Liam on Jan 16, 2008 15:26:20 GMT -5
*Liam finally stopped blabblering to yawn and rub his eyes a little.*
*Micaela stood.* "I think it's someone's naptime..." *She said in a singsong voice to Liam.*
"No nap." *He said tiredly, resting his head on Maxim's shoulder.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Jan 16, 2008 15:33:00 GMT -5
*Listen to your mother Liam," *he said quietly, beginning to gently rock him back and forth.*
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