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witticaster) wrote2011-02-02 10:38 pm
witticaster) wrote2011-02-02 10:38 pm
0295
Noooooot very good (and not done), but hey, I'm tired tonight.
"That was the doctor," Kay said as she slid back into her seat at the desk, next to Julius. She felt slightly light-headed, overwhelmed with the news and the question of what Julius would think. There was simply too much to take in. "My test results came back."
He didn't look up from the typewriter, his fingers flying over the keys. "Oh? You aren't sick, I hope."
"Not exactly," she said, wondering how she was ever going to say it. After a moment or two of watching him, she decided to give up on the wording and just make sure their draft was safe. "Do you have a good stopping point, or should I tell you when you're done?"
"Here is fine." His hands came off the keys, his attention now entirely on her. "It's nothing serious, is it, my dear?"
Kay shook her head, then shrugged. It was important, that much was unquestionable, but Julius was no doubt imagining cancers and other maladies befalling her, if the expression on his face was anything to go by. With a sigh, she answered, "Let's just call it life-changing, Jules. I'm--we're--going to have a baby."
For a moment, he frowned, and Kay's heart sank; for all his assurances to the contrary, after each false alarm, he really and truly hadn't wanted a child. Before she could steel herself for the inevitable response, however, his expression changed, taking on an almost reverent cast. "Truly?" he breathed, his eyes wide, and before she knew it, he'd thrown his arms around her, grinning like he'd won a million bucks. "And they're quite certain this time?"
"Unless my blood's lying," she told him, feeling her own face soften into a smile at his reaction. "They're really sure."
"That's--that's brilliant!" He hopped to his feet, and when she followed suit, pulled her into an embrace that lifted her off the carpet. "I'm going to be a father--oh! When is the baby due?"
She grinned at him, feeling her feet touch the carpet once more. "Guess."
At this, Julius frowned; he'd clearly expected a different answer. After a moment or two of consideration, he answered slowly, "...I haven't the faintest idea, my love. We've been busy enough lately that I'm not sure when the baby had time to, er--" and he cleared his throat, "come about."
"All right, I'll tell you." She went to sit on the davenport, and Julius followed after her, still looking perplexed--but pleased, too. If they were going to have this conversation just now--and Kay wanted to, for it was too good not to--they might as well be sitting on something comfortable. "Sometime in the first half of November. It'll be a while yet. But you know what that means."
A glance up at his face was enough to see that Julius did not, but he smiled through his confusion nonetheless. "I think you may need to enlighten me."
Kay couldn't keep from kissing him then, unable to hold back her joy--at the idea of a child, their child, and of raising it with Julius. "That means," she told him, sliding an arm around his neck with a wicked grin, "that if you count back nine months from November, you get the first half of February."
"Yes, but we were swamped with writing the first two weeks of February, too," he said, frowning as he brushed a strand of her hair back behind her ear. "There were a few mornings when I woke up in the desk chair with imprints of typewriter keys on my cheek."
"Except," Kay said, fiddling idly with one of the buttons on his shirt with her free hand. "Except for Valentine's Day. If the doctor's math is correct, then you can blame the baby on the tennis bracelet you gave me."
"Well, I'm glad my taste in jewelry's paid off." He laughed, leaning in to kiss her again. "We're going to have to stop taking on so many writing projects, though--we'll lose the baby amongst all the stacks of paper on the floor if we don't."
Kay nodded sagely at this. "As soon as you want to, I want to--if I only have six months left of having you all to myself, I want to use them for things other than writing." She kissed him again and didn't pull away, her words ghosting warm over his lips. "At least every once in a while."
"Oh. Well." His hands fell to her hips, resting warm and heavy on either side of her, an eager smile on his face. "I was at a decent stopping point, if you'd like to start in on that resolution right now."
"I'd propose champagne, but the doctor told me no," she answered, giving him a toothy grin. "I think we might as well celebrate somehow."
"That was the doctor," Kay said as she slid back into her seat at the desk, next to Julius. She felt slightly light-headed, overwhelmed with the news and the question of what Julius would think. There was simply too much to take in. "My test results came back."
He didn't look up from the typewriter, his fingers flying over the keys. "Oh? You aren't sick, I hope."
"Not exactly," she said, wondering how she was ever going to say it. After a moment or two of watching him, she decided to give up on the wording and just make sure their draft was safe. "Do you have a good stopping point, or should I tell you when you're done?"
"Here is fine." His hands came off the keys, his attention now entirely on her. "It's nothing serious, is it, my dear?"
Kay shook her head, then shrugged. It was important, that much was unquestionable, but Julius was no doubt imagining cancers and other maladies befalling her, if the expression on his face was anything to go by. With a sigh, she answered, "Let's just call it life-changing, Jules. I'm--we're--going to have a baby."
For a moment, he frowned, and Kay's heart sank; for all his assurances to the contrary, after each false alarm, he really and truly hadn't wanted a child. Before she could steel herself for the inevitable response, however, his expression changed, taking on an almost reverent cast. "Truly?" he breathed, his eyes wide, and before she knew it, he'd thrown his arms around her, grinning like he'd won a million bucks. "And they're quite certain this time?"
"Unless my blood's lying," she told him, feeling her own face soften into a smile at his reaction. "They're really sure."
"That's--that's brilliant!" He hopped to his feet, and when she followed suit, pulled her into an embrace that lifted her off the carpet. "I'm going to be a father--oh! When is the baby due?"
She grinned at him, feeling her feet touch the carpet once more. "Guess."
At this, Julius frowned; he'd clearly expected a different answer. After a moment or two of consideration, he answered slowly, "...I haven't the faintest idea, my love. We've been busy enough lately that I'm not sure when the baby had time to, er--" and he cleared his throat, "come about."
"All right, I'll tell you." She went to sit on the davenport, and Julius followed after her, still looking perplexed--but pleased, too. If they were going to have this conversation just now--and Kay wanted to, for it was too good not to--they might as well be sitting on something comfortable. "Sometime in the first half of November. It'll be a while yet. But you know what that means."
A glance up at his face was enough to see that Julius did not, but he smiled through his confusion nonetheless. "I think you may need to enlighten me."
Kay couldn't keep from kissing him then, unable to hold back her joy--at the idea of a child, their child, and of raising it with Julius. "That means," she told him, sliding an arm around his neck with a wicked grin, "that if you count back nine months from November, you get the first half of February."
"Yes, but we were swamped with writing the first two weeks of February, too," he said, frowning as he brushed a strand of her hair back behind her ear. "There were a few mornings when I woke up in the desk chair with imprints of typewriter keys on my cheek."
"Except," Kay said, fiddling idly with one of the buttons on his shirt with her free hand. "Except for Valentine's Day. If the doctor's math is correct, then you can blame the baby on the tennis bracelet you gave me."
"Well, I'm glad my taste in jewelry's paid off." He laughed, leaning in to kiss her again. "We're going to have to stop taking on so many writing projects, though--we'll lose the baby amongst all the stacks of paper on the floor if we don't."
Kay nodded sagely at this. "As soon as you want to, I want to--if I only have six months left of having you all to myself, I want to use them for things other than writing." She kissed him again and didn't pull away, her words ghosting warm over his lips. "At least every once in a while."
"Oh. Well." His hands fell to her hips, resting warm and heavy on either side of her, an eager smile on his face. "I was at a decent stopping point, if you'd like to start in on that resolution right now."
"I'd propose champagne, but the doctor told me no," she answered, giving him a toothy grin. "I think we might as well celebrate somehow."