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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Apr 7, 2008 20:16:13 GMT -5
*She took his hand gently and led him up the stairs into the nursery, where Alain was standing in his cradle, fussing, and Johanna was sitting up, looking wide-eyed at them both. Aimee went to Alain, picking him up to keep him from being upset.* "Shh, sweetie. Maman's right here." *She said, suddenly distracted by the baby.*
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Post by Marius on Apr 7, 2008 20:26:12 GMT -5
*On quiet feet, Marius went over to the wide-eyed Johanna, who gazed up at him with a look on her face that said: "and just where have you been?"
When he reached out and tentatively tickled her cheek, she gave him a smile*
"I...I guess she remembers me, after all." He said softly.
After a brief pause, he picked her up, relief flooding his face when she let him and calmly settled against his chest.
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Apr 7, 2008 20:29:18 GMT -5
*Aimee smiled, her eyes nearly flooding with tears.* "Of course she does. She's your daughter." *As if to prove it, the tiny girl murmured, 'Papa'.*
*Alain just squirmed to be put back in his crib.* "Silly boy." *She said affectionately, placing him back in.*
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Post by Marius on Apr 7, 2008 20:39:18 GMT -5
*Marius kissed Johanna's cheek*
"Yes, mon ami, papa."
*Still holding her, he moved over to Alain*
"Alain...have you been giving your mother trouble?"
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Apr 7, 2008 20:41:00 GMT -5
*Johanna yawned softly and snuggled against Marius's shoulder.*
"Not trouble." *Aimee answered.* "He's a boy;vthey squirm. You probably gave your mother more trouble than you knew." *She teased.*
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Post by Marius on Apr 7, 2008 20:45:04 GMT -5
*Johanna's response was encouraging, but the look on Alain's face was disheartening*
"Alain...don't you remember?"
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Apr 8, 2008 10:36:57 GMT -5
*Aimee bit her lip, upset that their son didn't remember his father.* "He will." *She said softly. She knew the pain of not knowing your own father, and she thanked God that her children wouldn't have to know it.*
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Post by Marius on Apr 8, 2008 13:08:30 GMT -5
*He reached out, as though to pick up the boy, but the baby made a face at him and shook his head.
Johanna gave her brother a "don't be a ninny" sort of a look, and snuggled against her father's chest some more. Marius, looking rather crushed, stepped back*
"All right, all right...but I'm not giving up on you."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Apr 8, 2008 15:55:50 GMT -5
*Alain glare-pouted at his sister, as if to say, 'what did I do?' Aimee frowned delicately at her son, who she tucked into his crib.*
"He'll come around." *Aimee said softly.*
((Twincuteness! I like how we're switching babies; whatever, they're babies, and babies are officially open game for godmoding.))
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Johanna
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Post by Johanna on Apr 8, 2008 15:57:32 GMT -5
*Johanna yawned and cuddled closer to Marius. She was asleep within seconds, soothed by the sound of his breathing and heartbeat.*
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Post by Marius on Apr 8, 2008 16:32:04 GMT -5
((Well of course. I recall the madness that resulted in about three or four suethors godmodding Alexei at one point))
*He nodded, smiling at the sleeping Johanna in his arms*
"I'm sure that if she remembers, then he won't be far behind her." He said softly.
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Apr 8, 2008 16:35:00 GMT -5
"Here, let me put her back in..." *She held her hands out for the baby.*
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Post by Marius on Apr 8, 2008 18:44:37 GMT -5
*Reluctantly, he gave Johanna over to Aimee*
"Sleep tight, ma petite."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Apr 8, 2008 18:47:32 GMT -5
*Aimee placed her in the crib, tucking her little blanket around her chin and backing away quietly, moving out the door and motioning for Marius to follow her so she could close the door.*
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Post by Marius on Apr 8, 2008 19:10:40 GMT -5
*Marius trailed after his wife, the troubled look on his face slowly fading. He was home, after all. Something he'd thought of constantly. One arm encircled Aimee's waist*
"I missed you so, my dear."
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