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Gids pregnant. How do they react? Angsty but then fluffy, yes? Mandy- we're too old! Gids- but... baby? *wibble* Mandy- Oh, bugger.
Est. relationship please, either left!wife future or wifeless!AU, and OP would prefer just the realisation and bits of them dealing with it and looking to the future, but it's yours to play with of course.
Come on, you know you want it. Gids being all grouchy but still kickass with his sums, frightening everyone and eating copious amounts of ice cream whilst Mandy looks on fondly and keeps offering up unsuitable names? It needs to happen! Please!
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George and Nick bond over babies while Peter plots to take a revenge on the man who took advantage of a drunk man and knocked him up and he has a supriseing ally in the form of David Laws and poss the rest of the Lib Dems.
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(captcha: we trollops. loled hard)
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Peter appeared in the doorway. “Are you alright, dear boy?”
George mutely offered him the pregnancy test. Peter took it.
“Oh, fuck,” he said; Peter, who never swore.
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Slumped at the kitchen table, sick and stunned, George said, “What are we going to do?”
Peter, who was making tea in the great British tradition of Keep Calm and Put the Kettle On, shot him a look. “Surely you aren’t expecting us to keep it?”
It. A real thing inside him. George resisted the urge to put a hand to his stomach. “I don’t know. Are you suggesting that we ( ... )
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“I -“ George considered lying. “About three months,” he said, after a pause.
Nick nodded, tilting his head sympathetically. “You should tell David,” he said. “I’m sure he’d be more than understanding.”
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The appointment had been co-ordinated like a rendezvous of spies - the doctor coerced into signing agreements of confidentiality, George and Peter arriving separately at the little private, out-of-the-way clinic in unobtrusive cars. Lying down on the bed, his shirt pushed up over his still-flat (mostly flat, fine) stomach, George still half-expected journalists to pop out of any corner. It made him twitchy and snappish with Peter and the doctor.
“They always get nervous when it’s the first,” the doctor said to Peter, indulgently, over George’s bed.
“He’s terrible,” Peter confided affably, in his charming the public voice. “Really, you’ve never known such a fuss ( ... )
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“Something very Woman’s Own and touchy-feely, I suppose,” George scoffed. “A lot of gushing about how happy and fulfilled we are. You and me and baby makes three.”
“It’s your decision,” said Peter, lightly, flipping through the pages of the FT with affected unconcern. “After all, it’s not as though I have any special expertise in dealing with the media.”
Sometimes Peter could be a sarcastic bastard.
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A week later a Sunday Times journalist and photographer turned up at the house for the shock of their lives and the scoop of their careers. George almost enjoyed their looks of stunned incomprehension. Peter, if his sly perpetual half-smile was anything to go by, certainly did ( ... )
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“Oh my God,” said George, looking at the bizarre head in horror. “It looks like an alien.”
“There there, dear boy,” said Peter, laughing. “I don’t think it’s a scientific representation.”
“What have they called it - Baby Mandelborne? Mandelborne“It’s our portmanteau,” said Peter, serenely passing the paper over. “According to this paper we are the Bradgelina of British politics ( ... )
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Peter's "Step back" was just wonderful. I can't wait for more!!!!
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I can't wait for more <3
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Pleeeeeeeease continue soon!
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