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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 15:46:23 GMT -5
*Jake nodded, rubbing his face for a moment.*
"'Salot to take in," *he said.* "'Bout Ma...'bout...everythin'...Christ, Justus has a KID. An' Eleanor Faye's died..."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 16:04:57 GMT -5
*Lark rubbed his back soothingly with the flat of her palm.*
"I know." *She whispered, not sure what sort of order he'd need to deal with them in.*
"I'm sorry. I know things were...well, they weren't that settled just yet anyways. Is there anything I can do? Get outta your hair, maybe?" *She offered with a tender smile.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 16:12:44 GMT -5
"Stay with me, Lark..." *he took hold of her hand and kissed it.* "N'matter what...even if I git t'be a mean ol' cuss...stay with me," *he said softly.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 16:34:29 GMT -5
"Till we're both mean cusses and then some." *Lark promised, cupping his face in her hand and tilting it up that she could kiss him softly.*
"But it sure is gettin' to be a big household." *She poked.* "Maybe we won't even need our own..."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 16:35:47 GMT -5
"We'll need a room, at least..." *pointed out Jake.* "I ain't above takin' ya on the parlour sofa, but if it's all the same t'you, I'd rather have a bed of our own."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 16:49:06 GMT -5
*Lark's mouth fell open at the suggestion, not that she was particularly against it, but...still. She sighed and rolled her eyes, taken his hand and placing it on her corseted abdomen.*
"Nah, Jake. I meant our own." *She pushed his hand firmly against her to accent the point.*
"Since there's already so many hands. You guys might not need more." *Her eyes turned to catch his in question.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 17:12:36 GMT -5
"The hell we don't need more, Trouble," *he said warmly.* "Havin' a family with you's gonna be the greatest adventure of mah life."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 17:23:33 GMT -5
*Her expression lightened a bit and she kissed his forehead.*
"Even if 'ya gotta wait a while?" *She asked, lips muffled against his skin.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 17:29:26 GMT -5
"Sure I don't mean I don't want ya t'myself for a while yet," *he said, slipping his arms around her.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 17:45:32 GMT -5
*She inhaled, taking in the sweet smell of him contentedly. She did so love his arms around her.*
"Can't say I don't relish the thought of what we could manage on our own for awhile." *She murmured, lashes heavy. Opening her eyes, the thought dismissed, she bent her head to kiss his lips quickly.*
"I gotta get back to work tomorrow. You gonna be ok with the mess of them if Lizzie ain't back for supper?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 18:22:18 GMT -5
*Jake nodded.*
"I'll fix up something."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 13, 2009 11:46:54 GMT -5
*She didn't really want to go, but she knew it would be better for her to finish the Paris run. No need in burning bridges. At least more than they already were.*
"Well, and he can cook too? I must be blessed." *Kissing him once more, she pushed herself up, turning back to him.*
"Figure I might should launder Lizzie's linens. Unless there are some spare sheets that Jamie and Kip ain't soiled just yet."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 13, 2009 15:21:05 GMT -5
"Uh..." *Jake thought a moment.* "...there might be, in the cupboard at the end of the hall."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 13, 2009 16:52:25 GMT -5
"You're a sweet thing." *Lark grinned, bustling down the hall to see if she couldn't find some. It was so strange. So...normal. It would definitely take some getting used to.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 13, 2009 18:18:40 GMT -5
*Jake stood up, stretching, and went to go find some beans and bread. A little toast, a warm tin of beans...and they were set for dinner.*
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