For dontthinkabout

[chesstotem]

Eight weeks. She was eight weeks pregnant, and she knew she couldn't wait any longer. Her errands complete, she put the groceries away and went to find Arthur in his office. Slipping her arms around his shoulders from behind, she kissed his neck. "I'm going to call my parents on Skype in a few minutes. I'd like you to be with me," she murmured in

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[dontthinkabout]

“Of course,” he said before turning slightly to kiss her cheek. He started putting away his notebooks and generally tidying up his desk. “How are we breaking the news to them?”

[chesstotem]

"Hi Mom, I'm pregnant?" she asked with a little laugh.

[dontthinkabout]

"That's sound okay, I suppose." He turned to his laptop next and opened up Skype. "Have you taken your prenatal vitamins yet?" He asked nonchalantly.

[chesstotem]

"Yes," she said, running her fingers through his hair affectionately. "I took them before I left."

She checked her watch, then nodded at him to make the call.