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Nevaeh begins bringing some of her things over to Mark's place, getting prepared to move in. There's much talk of their future, future children, and some talk of monkeys.
The sunny summer day is ridiculously hot in the busy city. Maybe it has to do with the sunbeams bouncing off all the concrete surfaces, or maybe that whole ozone thing Mark hears people on TV go on about it true... all Mark cares about is that he isn't putting a toe outside until the temperature drops ten degrees. Currently he is perched on the back top of his couch, watching his broom sweep the floor itself. His feet swing gently, heels bumping the fabric of the couch. He hums gently to the music playing on his stereo, which is currently a nice acoustic guitar and a singer. On the stove a meal is cooking itself, with the pan knowing when to get off the stove. It seems as if his power is getting a little more defined.
Sunglasses and the same hat as the last time she came over, it seems Nevaeh, no matter what the temperature outside, is taking extra care to hide her ever changing features. Of course, she can't help the fact that she still can't control the color changing abilities, and until she can, this is what she's stuck doing. Arms holding a bundle each, with a suitcase held in her left hand and a shopping bag in the right, she's left kicking softly at the door, unable to get to her key. "Mark.. hurry please!" Comes a strained voice from the other side. "I think I'm about to drop everything!"
Mark doesn't notice the knocks at first, his eyes closed and his mind focused in the music. Of course, once the voice is heard, the boy jumps up and scrambles at the floor with his socks still on. He regains his balance and jobs over, wrenching the door open and staring down at the girl. "Oh! Nev!" He says with surprise, not having expected her so soon. "I.. wait, here." For a moment he reaches out to give life to the suitcase so it will move itself... but then Mark figures that it would be a good opportunity lost to show off to his girl. He quickly leans forward, grabbing the suitcase and bag. "Come in." He offers, stepping aside.
Nevaeh beams as the door is pulled open, shimmering eyes hidden behind dark glasses. "Hi! I hope I'm not disturbing anything?" She offers, sounding more cheerful than she has in a good two months. As he grabs the bags with the intent to impress her, Nev's smile widens slightly, unbashful eyes lowering to watch arm and chest muscles flex. With her arms still full it would be hard to swoon, so she refrains for the moment and instead toddles her way in, the bundles in her arms a lot easier to carry now that she can wrap her hands around them as well. "Are you surely sure about this?" The coming in, or the move? She's pretty sure he can guess.
Mark steps in behind her, his foot hooking on the side of the door to close it behind him. He staggers slightly, trying his best to keeps a smooth gate before Nevaeh can notice him. "No! Just music." From the bedroom the clipping and clacking of claws on wood floors is heard, a large dog scrambling into the room, barking. "Oh no..." He mumbles to himself. Mark sets down his load before going to intercept Roger by the collar. "Yes! Of course. I zink Roger is happy about it, too." The boy mentions with a smile.
The clip clop of claws is a more than welcome noise to Nevaeh's ears, her smile widening even further as her two bundles are allowed to fall to the floor. Just clothing and other soft stuff so she's not worried about damaging anything. Mark's struggle with the bags is unnoticed, so she's still of the mindset that he's rugged and manly. Well, maybe not rugged, but certainly manly. "Roger!" She squeals and scurries forward to lean down and ruffle both of the dog's ears lovingly. "Are you happy Roger? Yes you are! Yes you are!" she goo-goos at him and continues to cuddle him for a few moments.
Mark retracts his hand, deciding not to hook Roger by the collar. It seems as if Nev doesn't exactly mind the dog pouncing her. "Huh. You never are so excited to see me." Mark sniffs sadly, picking up the bags again and looks around from his door, to the guest bedroom. "Um... Nev?" He calls out, looking over to her. "Where are you wanting to sleep?" Mark inquires, shifting the weight of the bags back and forth in his hands.
"You're right. I'm generally more excited to see you. But somehow I don't think you'd appreciate my jumping on you and smothering you with love and affection every time I saw you." It might get old very quickly, and she doesn't want that. The sunglasses are plucked from her face just in time to watch eyes widen and flicker between the two doors. "Oh. Um, it's up to you really. I thought maybe it'd be nice to have someone to curl up with at night, but I don't wish to disturb you either." She shrugs.
Mark chuckles to himself and shrugs his shoulders, trying his best to even the weight. "Well, I would not mind..." He says sneakily, with am eyebrow quirk. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes as Roger's tail seems to be moving his whole body as it wags. But the way she's cuddling him... Of course, Mark fully understands that such things would get old and instead makes a beeline for his door. "Well, we'll need a nursery anyways." He says almost to himself, slipping through the door without another word.
Nevaeh beams and glances up from her affections to the puppy, golden eyes shimmering in the light, offering that same glowing effect he recognizes from a few days ago. "Good." She squeals and slowly rises, patting Roger one more time before moving to pick up the bundles yet again. She pauses halfway down to grab the bundles when she hears the last comment, her breath catching in her throat. The beaming smile quickly shifts into a more shy type of smile and she has to try very hard to remember how to breath. But it's not for awhile, she has to remind herself despite the ache to fill the hole left by the loss of her first child. All in good time. She needs to make the world ready for a baby. Ridding it of horrible beasts like the Friends of Humanity.
After a few moments Mark reemerges from the bedroom, his eyes glancing down at the half bent Nevaeh. "Dear, you only just got here. Should we not wait?" He jokes, a very amused smirk smearing onto his lips. The boy moves forward, holding out his hands in offering to get the bundles. "You are all okay, yes?" He asks, giving her a more concerned look. "I mean... I was... just you know, zinking into ze future." Mark says hurriedly.
Nevaeh gasps in a more playfully fashion this time and rises into a full stance. One bag is hefted into her own arms, the other deposited into Mark's. "Haha." She sticks out her tongue and begins to walk past him, pausing long enough to kiss his cheek. "Yes, I'm fine! And I know you were. It was just nice to hear is all. Got me to thinking of all the things we need to get done before bringing a baby into this world." Like cleanse the world of filthy FOH members.
Mark flushes silently, his neck ducking down into his shoulders. He wraps his arms around the bundle and gives her a playful look. "Aheh." He mumbles, rolling his eyes up and leaning into the kiss. Mark lets his eyes follow her form as long as they can before he's forced to turn around. "Oh! Well, I can paint ze room, I suppose. Or wait... no, you can do zat, can't you?" He figures, laughing to himself. "I can... erm... rearrange ze furniture." No thought of the FOH is given.
Nevaeh can feel his eyes and offers a sassy wiggle of her hips for his enjoyment, shooting a purely innocent look over her shoulder. "Uh, yes, I think the painting should be left up to me. Oooh, I can do it bit by bit, maybe sketch animal drawing's on the wall in pencil and then slowly fill them in." It'd be time consuming, but very personalized. Her eyes glow just a little bit more at the thought of Mark putting together the furniture to be rearranged. "You'd look awfully cute trying to put together a crib. I can see you now throwing down the wrench in frustration and swearing in French."
Mark jerks his eyes up at the wiggle, his grin going from ear to ear. "Ah, I could paint... but with you I do not have to buy anyzing!" He comments with a wink. "Yes! Like an elephant! Or... erm, a lamb?" The boy falls into thought. Mark gives her a glance, moving into his room with the bundle. "Do not be silly! I could get it to put itself together." Mark says with a nod. "I do not swear in French! It is too beautiful of a language to do so." He lies smoothly.
"Or a monkey. I think I liked monkeys when I was growing up." She glances off to a wall as though she's trying to remember before shrugging and plopping her own bundle onto the bed. "Though I'll be happy to put elephants and lambs in there to. It'll be like a little zoo." Nevaeh smiles before arching a slender brow, looking unconvinced. "Mmhmm." That reminds her. "I should learn French. And I think you'd look sexy trying to put it together by hand."
Mark deposits his own bundle down and idly tugs on the messy bed sheets, the thought of him having to be more neat now flashes through his head. "Ah yes. Ze zoo. I have never been to one of zose. I suppose little children must like zem." He steps up and goes to place his hands on her shoulders. "Oh, we can not be having zat! Zen you would understand what I say. I like ze mystery, no?"
Nevaeh watches him tug the sheets and grins to herself. She can be as messy as any boy, but he won't have to worry too much about cleaning. She'll gladly do her share when she's not at school. "Then we'll have to take you some time. I hear there's one in Central Park, and if not there's always the one in The Bronx." She blinks at the hands and glances up into his eyes smiling. "I love the mystery to, but you would teach him.. her," pause. "..them, French. And I wouldn't know what was being said." Uh oh, attack of the pouty face.
Mark flops down on the edge of the bed, nodding and crossing his arms. "Oh! Can we turn ze animals different colors? Can we? We can get in ze cages, I'll see to zat." Mark uncrosses his arms and rubs them together with the amusing thought. "Teach ze kids French? I had not thought of zat! Very good idea, it is! You would not have a clue. Heh!" Mark rocks back on the bed, finding the thought entertaining.
Nevaeh grins and hadn't thought of that. "The poor animals, we might throw off their mating habits or some such, and that probably wouldn't be too nice. But I wouldn't mind turning a few snakes hot pink for just a little while." Nevaeh laughs and glides forward to hop onto the bed next to him, reaching out to poke at his belly with a forced frown. "Now don't you go gettin' any ideas mister. You start teaching them and I'm going for classes. Poor things are going to have the most bizarre accents." A mix between French and Southern.
Mark snickers at the thought of such a thing. "Ah, you just must be being careful, less zey bite you." Mark warms with a nod. The boy hums to himself and curls a hand, coughing into it gently. "Is that so, Nevaeh? Oh, I do believe they will be just fine. Quite. Ahem." Mark says with his best American accent. He relaxes and bends over slightly at the stomach poke. "Zey will be marvelous children. I wonder what zeir powers will be?" Mark taps his chin in thought.
"Mm, I'll simply have to bite back." Nevaeh giggles, snapping her teeth between laughter, letting her finger fall away from his belly in order to flop backwards, propping her hands behind her head, gazing up towards the ceiling. "Just fine of course, but odd accents." After all she doesn't expect he'd go around talking like an average American all the time. And neither would she. "Some variation of our own probably. Perhaps they'll be able to make inanimate objects fly?"
Mark makes a cat-like growl in his throat. "Oh yes, give all ze sexiness to ze snakes!" He pouts, pressing his back up against the head board. "Odd, but nice! I can tone down ze French if you would like." Mark offers with a frown. "Eh, maybe... or perhaps ze could... erm, make colors come to life. Like rainbows... ah, but zat is pretty much just like a room full of theater boys, no?" Mark laughs at his own joke, wiggling his feet.
Nevaeh grins. "I will try and save /some/ of it for you darlin'." she promises before beginning to use the toes of one foot to start sliding off her shoes without having to move anything but her feet. "I don't want you to change anything, Mark. I love you just the way you are, and so will they." A quiet assurance before she too laughs at the joke. "Ah yes, they'll have gay power." she smirks.
Mark sticks out his tongue at her, trying his hand at the new American physical gesture. "Well, see zat you do! Or I might just have to run away back to France." He bends his knee, prodding Nevaeh with his foot. "And zen wont you be sad?" The boy nestles down into the sheets. "I am not changing, Nev! And I will try my very best to be a father. Zough, I will admit zat ze first night of starting a family is always zey best."
Nevaeh giggles as she tilts her head back enough to see him attempting to stick out his tongue. Aww, he's so cute. "But you can't go back to France. Then I'll be all alone." She sniffles, lower lip trembling. "I'd have to turn into a lesbian and I really don't think that'd be healthy." She grins and slinks a little further up the sheets so she can curl underneath one of his arms, one hand resting idly on his chest. "You'll be a wonderful, loving, doting father." She seems sure of that. "Mmm, it most certainly is the most fun."
"Oh? You'd have Roger." Mark says with a look to the dog with a tennis ball in his mouth, standing right in the door frame. "You would? Why? Oh! You would have to tape that and send me zem." Mark replies with a 'mm'. He blinks and seems to return to the conversation. "Huh? Ah, zank you. I will try my best... but will you even trust me with zem? You do not trust me with Roger." He wraps both of his own hands around hers. "Very much fun. Ah, there must be somezing wrong with me today."
Nevaeh smirks. "Are you kidding? Tapes like that could sell for thousands!" she laughs and kisses his cheek before curling in against him once more, eyes closing. Her fingers slide into his as he wraps their fingers together. "I would trust you with them. Roger simply came at a bad point in your life where you didn't have the time or the heart to give him the love and attention he needed. I think a child would be different. Especially if you're prepared for it." So logical as she nuzzles sleepily against his shoulder. "What's wrong with you love?"
Mark strokes his chin thoughtfully, and if this was a cartoon, he would have dollar signs in his eyes right now. He tightens his cheek and sighs happily at the kiss. "He did. But it is better. I spend more time with him. I wish Roger was still a puppy." Mark glances once more at the dog, who takes the voicing of his name as an invite in. The dog bounds up on the bed and settles as best as he can between them. "What is zis?" Mark says, but makes no move to kick the dog off. "Wrong? Nozing is wrong. It is just with you around I get so comfortable... I get tired." Mark admits leaning back into the pillows and tucking his head down to rest on the top of hers.
"I've noticed that he seems much happier lately than he has in awhile. So you see? You just needed some time to work things out, and now that they're some semblance of normal, you can go back to doting on others." Like her and Roger. She giggles as he curls between their legs and pats his head one last time before twining her tired body along his. "He is a puppy. Just a big one." She assures and nuzzles herself a good spot in his shoulder, eyes closing once more. "So long as it's tired and not bored, I'm ok with that." She murmurs, the soft gentle sway of sleep beginning to claim her. He's not the only one that's tired.
Mark lets his eyes close halfway, a small nod rubbing up against her head. "Yes, you are right. He is happier. So am I." Of course, Mark hasn't exactly thought through the whole living together thing, but no such thoughts cross his mind at the moment. "I will wait on you hand and foot, you do not worry about zat." Mark whispers, twisting to his side and wrapping his arms around her. "Not bored... just in love." He chuckles and closes his eyes, his breath deepening.
The sunny summer day is ridiculously hot in the busy city. Maybe it has to do with the sunbeams bouncing off all the concrete surfaces, or maybe that whole ozone thing Mark hears people on TV go on about it true... all Mark cares about is that he isn't putting a toe outside until the temperature drops ten degrees. Currently he is perched on the back top of his couch, watching his broom sweep the floor itself. His feet swing gently, heels bumping the fabric of the couch. He hums gently to the music playing on his stereo, which is currently a nice acoustic guitar and a singer. On the stove a meal is cooking itself, with the pan knowing when to get off the stove. It seems as if his power is getting a little more defined.
Sunglasses and the same hat as the last time she came over, it seems Nevaeh, no matter what the temperature outside, is taking extra care to hide her ever changing features. Of course, she can't help the fact that she still can't control the color changing abilities, and until she can, this is what she's stuck doing. Arms holding a bundle each, with a suitcase held in her left hand and a shopping bag in the right, she's left kicking softly at the door, unable to get to her key. "Mark.. hurry please!" Comes a strained voice from the other side. "I think I'm about to drop everything!"
Mark doesn't notice the knocks at first, his eyes closed and his mind focused in the music. Of course, once the voice is heard, the boy jumps up and scrambles at the floor with his socks still on. He regains his balance and jobs over, wrenching the door open and staring down at the girl. "Oh! Nev!" He says with surprise, not having expected her so soon. "I.. wait, here." For a moment he reaches out to give life to the suitcase so it will move itself... but then Mark figures that it would be a good opportunity lost to show off to his girl. He quickly leans forward, grabbing the suitcase and bag. "Come in." He offers, stepping aside.
Nevaeh beams as the door is pulled open, shimmering eyes hidden behind dark glasses. "Hi! I hope I'm not disturbing anything?" She offers, sounding more cheerful than she has in a good two months. As he grabs the bags with the intent to impress her, Nev's smile widens slightly, unbashful eyes lowering to watch arm and chest muscles flex. With her arms still full it would be hard to swoon, so she refrains for the moment and instead toddles her way in, the bundles in her arms a lot easier to carry now that she can wrap her hands around them as well. "Are you surely sure about this?" The coming in, or the move? She's pretty sure he can guess.
Mark steps in behind her, his foot hooking on the side of the door to close it behind him. He staggers slightly, trying his best to keeps a smooth gate before Nevaeh can notice him. "No! Just music." From the bedroom the clipping and clacking of claws on wood floors is heard, a large dog scrambling into the room, barking. "Oh no..." He mumbles to himself. Mark sets down his load before going to intercept Roger by the collar. "Yes! Of course. I zink Roger is happy about it, too." The boy mentions with a smile.
The clip clop of claws is a more than welcome noise to Nevaeh's ears, her smile widening even further as her two bundles are allowed to fall to the floor. Just clothing and other soft stuff so she's not worried about damaging anything. Mark's struggle with the bags is unnoticed, so she's still of the mindset that he's rugged and manly. Well, maybe not rugged, but certainly manly. "Roger!" She squeals and scurries forward to lean down and ruffle both of the dog's ears lovingly. "Are you happy Roger? Yes you are! Yes you are!" she goo-goos at him and continues to cuddle him for a few moments.
Mark retracts his hand, deciding not to hook Roger by the collar. It seems as if Nev doesn't exactly mind the dog pouncing her. "Huh. You never are so excited to see me." Mark sniffs sadly, picking up the bags again and looks around from his door, to the guest bedroom. "Um... Nev?" He calls out, looking over to her. "Where are you wanting to sleep?" Mark inquires, shifting the weight of the bags back and forth in his hands.
"You're right. I'm generally more excited to see you. But somehow I don't think you'd appreciate my jumping on you and smothering you with love and affection every time I saw you." It might get old very quickly, and she doesn't want that. The sunglasses are plucked from her face just in time to watch eyes widen and flicker between the two doors. "Oh. Um, it's up to you really. I thought maybe it'd be nice to have someone to curl up with at night, but I don't wish to disturb you either." She shrugs.
Mark chuckles to himself and shrugs his shoulders, trying his best to even the weight. "Well, I would not mind..." He says sneakily, with am eyebrow quirk. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes as Roger's tail seems to be moving his whole body as it wags. But the way she's cuddling him... Of course, Mark fully understands that such things would get old and instead makes a beeline for his door. "Well, we'll need a nursery anyways." He says almost to himself, slipping through the door without another word.
Nevaeh beams and glances up from her affections to the puppy, golden eyes shimmering in the light, offering that same glowing effect he recognizes from a few days ago. "Good." She squeals and slowly rises, patting Roger one more time before moving to pick up the bundles yet again. She pauses halfway down to grab the bundles when she hears the last comment, her breath catching in her throat. The beaming smile quickly shifts into a more shy type of smile and she has to try very hard to remember how to breath. But it's not for awhile, she has to remind herself despite the ache to fill the hole left by the loss of her first child. All in good time. She needs to make the world ready for a baby. Ridding it of horrible beasts like the Friends of Humanity.
After a few moments Mark reemerges from the bedroom, his eyes glancing down at the half bent Nevaeh. "Dear, you only just got here. Should we not wait?" He jokes, a very amused smirk smearing onto his lips. The boy moves forward, holding out his hands in offering to get the bundles. "You are all okay, yes?" He asks, giving her a more concerned look. "I mean... I was... just you know, zinking into ze future." Mark says hurriedly.
Nevaeh gasps in a more playfully fashion this time and rises into a full stance. One bag is hefted into her own arms, the other deposited into Mark's. "Haha." She sticks out her tongue and begins to walk past him, pausing long enough to kiss his cheek. "Yes, I'm fine! And I know you were. It was just nice to hear is all. Got me to thinking of all the things we need to get done before bringing a baby into this world." Like cleanse the world of filthy FOH members.
Mark flushes silently, his neck ducking down into his shoulders. He wraps his arms around the bundle and gives her a playful look. "Aheh." He mumbles, rolling his eyes up and leaning into the kiss. Mark lets his eyes follow her form as long as they can before he's forced to turn around. "Oh! Well, I can paint ze room, I suppose. Or wait... no, you can do zat, can't you?" He figures, laughing to himself. "I can... erm... rearrange ze furniture." No thought of the FOH is given.
Nevaeh can feel his eyes and offers a sassy wiggle of her hips for his enjoyment, shooting a purely innocent look over her shoulder. "Uh, yes, I think the painting should be left up to me. Oooh, I can do it bit by bit, maybe sketch animal drawing's on the wall in pencil and then slowly fill them in." It'd be time consuming, but very personalized. Her eyes glow just a little bit more at the thought of Mark putting together the furniture to be rearranged. "You'd look awfully cute trying to put together a crib. I can see you now throwing down the wrench in frustration and swearing in French."
Mark jerks his eyes up at the wiggle, his grin going from ear to ear. "Ah, I could paint... but with you I do not have to buy anyzing!" He comments with a wink. "Yes! Like an elephant! Or... erm, a lamb?" The boy falls into thought. Mark gives her a glance, moving into his room with the bundle. "Do not be silly! I could get it to put itself together." Mark says with a nod. "I do not swear in French! It is too beautiful of a language to do so." He lies smoothly.
"Or a monkey. I think I liked monkeys when I was growing up." She glances off to a wall as though she's trying to remember before shrugging and plopping her own bundle onto the bed. "Though I'll be happy to put elephants and lambs in there to. It'll be like a little zoo." Nevaeh smiles before arching a slender brow, looking unconvinced. "Mmhmm." That reminds her. "I should learn French. And I think you'd look sexy trying to put it together by hand."
Mark deposits his own bundle down and idly tugs on the messy bed sheets, the thought of him having to be more neat now flashes through his head. "Ah yes. Ze zoo. I have never been to one of zose. I suppose little children must like zem." He steps up and goes to place his hands on her shoulders. "Oh, we can not be having zat! Zen you would understand what I say. I like ze mystery, no?"
Nevaeh watches him tug the sheets and grins to herself. She can be as messy as any boy, but he won't have to worry too much about cleaning. She'll gladly do her share when she's not at school. "Then we'll have to take you some time. I hear there's one in Central Park, and if not there's always the one in The Bronx." She blinks at the hands and glances up into his eyes smiling. "I love the mystery to, but you would teach him.. her," pause. "..them, French. And I wouldn't know what was being said." Uh oh, attack of the pouty face.
Mark flops down on the edge of the bed, nodding and crossing his arms. "Oh! Can we turn ze animals different colors? Can we? We can get in ze cages, I'll see to zat." Mark uncrosses his arms and rubs them together with the amusing thought. "Teach ze kids French? I had not thought of zat! Very good idea, it is! You would not have a clue. Heh!" Mark rocks back on the bed, finding the thought entertaining.
Nevaeh grins and hadn't thought of that. "The poor animals, we might throw off their mating habits or some such, and that probably wouldn't be too nice. But I wouldn't mind turning a few snakes hot pink for just a little while." Nevaeh laughs and glides forward to hop onto the bed next to him, reaching out to poke at his belly with a forced frown. "Now don't you go gettin' any ideas mister. You start teaching them and I'm going for classes. Poor things are going to have the most bizarre accents." A mix between French and Southern.
Mark snickers at the thought of such a thing. "Ah, you just must be being careful, less zey bite you." Mark warms with a nod. The boy hums to himself and curls a hand, coughing into it gently. "Is that so, Nevaeh? Oh, I do believe they will be just fine. Quite. Ahem." Mark says with his best American accent. He relaxes and bends over slightly at the stomach poke. "Zey will be marvelous children. I wonder what zeir powers will be?" Mark taps his chin in thought.
"Mm, I'll simply have to bite back." Nevaeh giggles, snapping her teeth between laughter, letting her finger fall away from his belly in order to flop backwards, propping her hands behind her head, gazing up towards the ceiling. "Just fine of course, but odd accents." After all she doesn't expect he'd go around talking like an average American all the time. And neither would she. "Some variation of our own probably. Perhaps they'll be able to make inanimate objects fly?"
Mark makes a cat-like growl in his throat. "Oh yes, give all ze sexiness to ze snakes!" He pouts, pressing his back up against the head board. "Odd, but nice! I can tone down ze French if you would like." Mark offers with a frown. "Eh, maybe... or perhaps ze could... erm, make colors come to life. Like rainbows... ah, but zat is pretty much just like a room full of theater boys, no?" Mark laughs at his own joke, wiggling his feet.
Nevaeh grins. "I will try and save /some/ of it for you darlin'." she promises before beginning to use the toes of one foot to start sliding off her shoes without having to move anything but her feet. "I don't want you to change anything, Mark. I love you just the way you are, and so will they." A quiet assurance before she too laughs at the joke. "Ah yes, they'll have gay power." she smirks.
Mark sticks out his tongue at her, trying his hand at the new American physical gesture. "Well, see zat you do! Or I might just have to run away back to France." He bends his knee, prodding Nevaeh with his foot. "And zen wont you be sad?" The boy nestles down into the sheets. "I am not changing, Nev! And I will try my very best to be a father. Zough, I will admit zat ze first night of starting a family is always zey best."
Nevaeh giggles as she tilts her head back enough to see him attempting to stick out his tongue. Aww, he's so cute. "But you can't go back to France. Then I'll be all alone." She sniffles, lower lip trembling. "I'd have to turn into a lesbian and I really don't think that'd be healthy." She grins and slinks a little further up the sheets so she can curl underneath one of his arms, one hand resting idly on his chest. "You'll be a wonderful, loving, doting father." She seems sure of that. "Mmm, it most certainly is the most fun."
"Oh? You'd have Roger." Mark says with a look to the dog with a tennis ball in his mouth, standing right in the door frame. "You would? Why? Oh! You would have to tape that and send me zem." Mark replies with a 'mm'. He blinks and seems to return to the conversation. "Huh? Ah, zank you. I will try my best... but will you even trust me with zem? You do not trust me with Roger." He wraps both of his own hands around hers. "Very much fun. Ah, there must be somezing wrong with me today."
Nevaeh smirks. "Are you kidding? Tapes like that could sell for thousands!" she laughs and kisses his cheek before curling in against him once more, eyes closing. Her fingers slide into his as he wraps their fingers together. "I would trust you with them. Roger simply came at a bad point in your life where you didn't have the time or the heart to give him the love and attention he needed. I think a child would be different. Especially if you're prepared for it." So logical as she nuzzles sleepily against his shoulder. "What's wrong with you love?"
Mark strokes his chin thoughtfully, and if this was a cartoon, he would have dollar signs in his eyes right now. He tightens his cheek and sighs happily at the kiss. "He did. But it is better. I spend more time with him. I wish Roger was still a puppy." Mark glances once more at the dog, who takes the voicing of his name as an invite in. The dog bounds up on the bed and settles as best as he can between them. "What is zis?" Mark says, but makes no move to kick the dog off. "Wrong? Nozing is wrong. It is just with you around I get so comfortable... I get tired." Mark admits leaning back into the pillows and tucking his head down to rest on the top of hers.
"I've noticed that he seems much happier lately than he has in awhile. So you see? You just needed some time to work things out, and now that they're some semblance of normal, you can go back to doting on others." Like her and Roger. She giggles as he curls between their legs and pats his head one last time before twining her tired body along his. "He is a puppy. Just a big one." She assures and nuzzles herself a good spot in his shoulder, eyes closing once more. "So long as it's tired and not bored, I'm ok with that." She murmurs, the soft gentle sway of sleep beginning to claim her. He's not the only one that's tired.
Mark lets his eyes close halfway, a small nod rubbing up against her head. "Yes, you are right. He is happier. So am I." Of course, Mark hasn't exactly thought through the whole living together thing, but no such thoughts cross his mind at the moment. "I will wait on you hand and foot, you do not worry about zat." Mark whispers, twisting to his side and wrapping his arms around her. "Not bored... just in love." He chuckles and closes his eyes, his breath deepening.