*regards herself in front of the bathroom mirror rather critically* *tries to tell if she's put on any weight but doesn't know due to the lack of weighing scales in Haleth and Haldar's apartment*
*gets dressed and slips out of the apartment without bothering the twins*
*heads down to the hospital and waits until visiting hours before going up to Mablung's room*
*rolls her eyes indulgently when she sees the pretty young nurse in the room with him*
*his face lighting up before he can put on a serious expression again* That depends.
*scrutinizes the nurse carefully for a moment* Damn it. I just can't move that far. *sighs and waves you in benevolently* Come on in then. 'Bye for now, Bendy...er...Betty.
*laughs softly* *stoops down and kisses your cheek* I do hope you're behaving, mate.
*sits down on the edge of your bed* I brought magazines and a card from the guys in Seventh. They wouldn't let me see the magazines or the card, even when I reminded them that I used to be a guy too.
Oh, I've got my first proper prenatal appointment later on today. I may have some blurry, ultrasound image to share with you. Word of warning: just agree with me when I point out the head and heart and stuff, OK?
Awww. This is how they justify not stopping in for a visit, is it?
*shakes her head* Is it really that offensive? I know I'm in a delicate state but even the threat of putting them all on rotating patrols down on Broad Street didn't make 'em crack.
*squeezes your hand lightly* Confuzzled erufather-y squeeing. Check.
*tucks the card away in a drawer* *adds the magazines for good measure* Sorry, Beleg. *with a perfectly straight face* The contents may be too shocking for women and tiny, potentially undetectable children. There's enough puke around this place as it is and I'm not buying the morning part of "morning sickness" for a second.
*laughs* I never knew you'd be this easy to train, Mablung. Thank Eru for someone almost restoring my faith in the male of the species. Although I suppose the male of our species was never the problem.
The contents may be too shocking for women and tiny, potentially undetectable children.
*laughs and holds up her hands* OK, OK, I give in. I'll tell the lads that you fought valiantly and my honour is intact and unsullied and all of that.
*lifts a finger, his expression clouding slightly* *imperiously* Also? I'm to help think up names and prohibit you from smoking like a chimney or ingesting all manner of exciting substances. I rule at this.
*smiles at you* Honor-fighting's got to be good for an Erumas bonus, at least.
*raises her eyebrows* You're going to help think up names? Can I make at least one groundrule before you get carried away? *points at the drawer into which you've stashed the magazines* I am not naming my child after any of those women, if she's a girl.
Honor-fighting's got to be good for an Erumas bonus, at least.
There is that, it must be said. Admittedly, we still have to pay off your so-called 'work' tab at Larry's so I think you're still in the red --
She lives out in the woods, doesn't she? Smart woman.
*can't help laughing* No child of mine will be called Candy and you can be sure that Uncle Mablung will not be making any moves on her at all, OK? Or, Eru, him for that matter!
*makes a "comme ci, comme ça" gesture with his hand* It's all just so fucking slow, you know? You know how stir-crazy I get sometimes.
*lightly* That reminds me. Have you got some new mate named Rick? And why don't I know all your mates these days? *grins* World just moves right on without old Mablung, huh?
*cheerfully* Or just plain crazy. I don't know who this Rick guy is. *looks at you sternly* Please tell me you didn't give him your credit card details or anything stupid like that.
*innocently* But he said that if I gave him a measly five hundred to clear the paperwork on his trust fund in Harad, he'd transfer a million back into my account by next Tuesday!
*cannot help smiling* Oh, he's doing very well. Running the poor nurses ragged, of course, in the best way possible.
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Date: 09/24/2007 15:56:53
*giggles and maybe blushes a little* He's naughty. ... So he's definitely doing good. X)
*continues talking, without really pausing, as though you haven't only just technically met her* I really want to come see him I just have to work on the getting there part but he said I shouldn't worry about it, even though there's phone, it's different in person you know? Cause then I could just make sure. But he said you were doing okay how are you?
*sucks in a breath* Th-thank you. For what it's worth -- I'm sorry to. I don't know what's become of him but -- but it's just me and the baby now. Well, and Mablung as Erufather must get an honorable mention.
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Date: 09/24/2007 18:24:43
*would tell you all about how she took him out of her address book forever but thinks that might be a little pointless?* :s
*rifles in her bag and finds a pocket pack of Kleenex* *hands you one*
*smiles a bit* Well, it's hard not to. I mean, poor Mablung was so badly hurt. My situation isn't that bad, really. *completely fails to see the irony in this*
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Date: 09/26/2007 15:14:00
*just can't imagine you wouldn't be able to handle any situation* *I mean Marchwardens have to know*
*a little naively* You'll figure it out, you'll see. And when it's hard you have people to help. :) *is sure this is true!!*
*finds your conviction oddly touching* That's true. There are always people to lend a hand. I must admit, I'm not looking forward to breaking the news to Thingol. Still, at least we have a ready-made deputy for my maternity leave with Haleth about.
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Date: 09/26/2007 17:52:31
Thingol
*eyes widen in sympathy* :s
*doesn't know who Haleth is but assumes she's good if she can replace you and all*
*yeah, is totally at a loss what you really need so sticks to good ol' food* Oh, but... say, if you want some company? My fridge is kinda empty and it's $3.99 spaghetti night at Luigi's. ... I usually go with Mablung and he gets all-u-can-eat and teases me cause I only finish half.
*smiles warmly* Well, I can't promise to do justice to Luigi's all-u-can-eat but we don't need to tell Mablung that. I am rather hungry, though, so if you're not busy --?
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Date: 09/26/2007 18:18:34
*brightly gets to her feet* Oh, I'm free! You're talking to someone who cleans out her spare room for fun. *grabs her bike to walk it along* It's really good, you'll like it. I think it used to be a diner 'cause they have those little tiny jukeboxes on all the tables but they hardly ever work, so I just guess what the songs are. X)
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