not everything is sunshine and daffodils (though it should be!)
Ameniel: Strumpet?
Fingon: Bunny?
Ameniel: I lost one of my rings. *holds out her hand to show him* Have you seen it?
Fingon: No I haven't. Lets see if I can though.
Fingon: *gets down on the floor to look under things*
Ameniel: I tried to do that, but bending down doesn't seem to work so well anymore. *touches her stomach*
Fingon: Yeah I can see why not. *smiles* So I'll find it instead *crawling and peering*
Ameniel: You look a bit silly on the floor, strumpet. *tries not to giggle*
Fingon: Oh really? *grins endearingly.* Hmm its not under there.. Maybe in the playroom! *Scurries off on hands and knees to look*
Ameniel: *laughs and follows after him* Now you're really being silly.
Fingon: *grins* When baby is here and big enough I can be a horsey. I have to practice you know! ^^
Ameniel: You're really looking forward to that, huh? *smiles*
Fingon: yeah I really am *scoots around the bed and various "toy" racks and finally locates something shiny* This might be it! *reaches under the bed to pull something out*
Ameniel: *tilts her head to watch him* I think it'll be good. I know you'll be a good ada. And we have kitten, too.
Fingon: We're going to be awesome parents all of us. *comes up with the ring* There we are! *puts it on her finger then kisses her*
Ameniel: *kisses back and smiles* You're the best ever. Thank you.
Fingon: *KISSES* no YOU are. you're welcome
Ameniel: *snuggle* Do you think our baby will have red or dark hair?
Fingon: *Snuggle* I hope pretty red hair like yours
Ameniel: Flatterer. *giggles*
Fingon: *giggles and kisses her nose!*
Ameniel: *licks* Did you have a good day, strumpet? Other than seeing me, I mean?
Fingon: it was..well.. Turu and I had a little bit of a sort of fight
Fingon: I was trying to get him to talk to the therapist and maybe I went overboard but I want to make sure he's okay, you know?
Ameniel: Turu? Why would he need the therapist? He always seems happy when I see him.
Fingon: Some private things that seem to bug him. He says he's okay and happy but I don't think its good for him. I'll try to talk to him tommorow because maybe I went a little overboard
Ameniel: Oh. *frowns* Maybe he just needs some cuddles?
Fingon: maybe he DOES
Ameniel: Your cuddles always make -me- feel better.
Fingon: I will try that then!
Ameniel: Is he sad about something? Maybe he's jealous that he's not married like us?
Fingon: I think he's sad because I sort of..said I wouldn't do anything with him unless he saw the therapist
Ameniel: Oh. *covers her mouth* But before that? He must be sad or not good if he has to see her.
Fingon: I dont think he IS doing very well. he's doing things that aren't healthy for him
Ameniel: But he does -look- happy. Maybe you're worried too much?
Fingon: Maybe I am a bit
Ameniel: Happy is different for everybody. *smiles and lightly strokes his cheek*
Fingon: true...
Ameniel: But you know him really good, right? *nuzzles close* So he went to you because he knew you'd know what was wrong and help him fix it, right?
Fingon: *nuzzles* Well I sort of brought it up *snuggle* Maybe I'm going about fixing it in the wrong way though.
Ameniel: *kisses* Maybe all he wants is the you he's always had and loved? I know it's what I would want. Just my strumpet.
Fingon: Maybe so *kiss*
Ameniel: He'll be okay, though. He's strong like you. *kisses again and caresses*
Fingon: *carress* I'll talk to him tommorrow *nodnod*
Ameniel: Good plan. But you're mine for tonight. *grins*
Fingon: all yours
Ameniel: I like that. A lot. What should I do with you?
Fingon: Hmmm *whispers*
Ameniel: *giggles* That's all?
Fingon: also *whisper whisper*
Ameniel: Oooh. No wonder I married you.
Fingon: Bunny?
Ameniel: I lost one of my rings. *holds out her hand to show him* Have you seen it?
Fingon: No I haven't. Lets see if I can though.
Fingon: *gets down on the floor to look under things*
Ameniel: I tried to do that, but bending down doesn't seem to work so well anymore. *touches her stomach*
Fingon: Yeah I can see why not. *smiles* So I'll find it instead *crawling and peering*
Ameniel: You look a bit silly on the floor, strumpet. *tries not to giggle*
Fingon: Oh really? *grins endearingly.* Hmm its not under there.. Maybe in the playroom! *Scurries off on hands and knees to look*
Ameniel: *laughs and follows after him* Now you're really being silly.
Fingon: *grins* When baby is here and big enough I can be a horsey. I have to practice you know! ^^
Ameniel: You're really looking forward to that, huh? *smiles*
Fingon: yeah I really am *scoots around the bed and various "toy" racks and finally locates something shiny* This might be it! *reaches under the bed to pull something out*
Ameniel: *tilts her head to watch him* I think it'll be good. I know you'll be a good ada. And we have kitten, too.
Fingon: We're going to be awesome parents all of us. *comes up with the ring* There we are! *puts it on her finger then kisses her*
Ameniel: *kisses back and smiles* You're the best ever. Thank you.
Fingon: *KISSES* no YOU are. you're welcome
Ameniel: *snuggle* Do you think our baby will have red or dark hair?
Fingon: *Snuggle* I hope pretty red hair like yours
Ameniel: Flatterer. *giggles*
Fingon: *giggles and kisses her nose!*
Ameniel: *licks* Did you have a good day, strumpet? Other than seeing me, I mean?
Fingon: it was..well.. Turu and I had a little bit of a sort of fight
Fingon: I was trying to get him to talk to the therapist and maybe I went overboard but I want to make sure he's okay, you know?
Ameniel: Turu? Why would he need the therapist? He always seems happy when I see him.
Fingon: Some private things that seem to bug him. He says he's okay and happy but I don't think its good for him. I'll try to talk to him tommorow because maybe I went a little overboard
Ameniel: Oh. *frowns* Maybe he just needs some cuddles?
Fingon: maybe he DOES
Ameniel: Your cuddles always make -me- feel better.
Fingon: I will try that then!
Ameniel: Is he sad about something? Maybe he's jealous that he's not married like us?
Fingon: I think he's sad because I sort of..said I wouldn't do anything with him unless he saw the therapist
Ameniel: Oh. *covers her mouth* But before that? He must be sad or not good if he has to see her.
Fingon: I dont think he IS doing very well. he's doing things that aren't healthy for him
Ameniel: But he does -look- happy. Maybe you're worried too much?
Fingon: Maybe I am a bit
Ameniel: Happy is different for everybody. *smiles and lightly strokes his cheek*
Fingon: true...
Ameniel: But you know him really good, right? *nuzzles close* So he went to you because he knew you'd know what was wrong and help him fix it, right?
Fingon: *nuzzles* Well I sort of brought it up *snuggle* Maybe I'm going about fixing it in the wrong way though.
Ameniel: *kisses* Maybe all he wants is the you he's always had and loved? I know it's what I would want. Just my strumpet.
Fingon: Maybe so *kiss*
Ameniel: He'll be okay, though. He's strong like you. *kisses again and caresses*
Fingon: *carress* I'll talk to him tommorrow *nodnod*
Ameniel: Good plan. But you're mine for tonight. *grins*
Fingon: all yours
Ameniel: I like that. A lot. What should I do with you?
Fingon: Hmmm *whispers*
Ameniel: *giggles* That's all?
Fingon: also *whisper whisper*
Ameniel: Oooh. No wonder I married you.