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Lyssandra Vance ([info]lysdexia) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-10-05 20:03:00


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[Tadhg!]
All right, so the healers had told her that there she was eventually going to experience mood swing. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that she experienced mood swings before she was pregnant ... so the ones that she was finally getting to now were downright nasty.

Despite the fact that she'd been having a perfectly nice dinner with Tadhg, halfway through it she'd started to think about the fact that Waldo hadn't even made an attempt to contact her about how the baby was doing in a long arse time and she'd started to become irritated by that thought. By the end of their meal she'd fallen silent and was very obviously irked (although she hadn't said a word to Tadhg about why). She'd headed into the living room scowling and dropped onto the couch to listen to the wireless, arms crossed over her chest. Merlin, they could practically rest on her belly. All right, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but still.



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[info]brute
2008-10-07 05:33 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, stop," Tadhg said, closing the gap between the doorway and the couch with a few quick, easy steps. He nudged the coffee table out of the way with his shin as though it were a piece of styrofoam, then he bent over and picked her up. Tadhg was built like a Belgian workhorse, minus the hooves, four legs, mane, tail, and other horse-like qualities. Basically, he just had a muscle mass that could easily be compared to a Belgian workhorse. Carrying her back into the dining room, he put her down by her chair and pulled out her chair, indicating that she should sit.

She was crazy. "Sit," he vocalized, "You're going to feel like a bloody walrus because you're pregnant, so you should probably be eating like one. You barely ate! C'mon, Sands, I cooked this and set the bloody table!" Tadhg twisted his mouth into a scowl. He wasn't a big fan of doing things for no reason, and he didn't like the amplified moodiness that Lyssandra's pregnancy caused. Hell, it wasn't even his FAULT that she was pregnant, was it? Nope. So she should ... just eat her damn food.

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[info]lysdexia
2008-10-08 12:19 am UTC (link)
It took a great deal of restraint not to squirm like a petulant child when Tadhg picked her right up from the spot where she hadn't been planning to leave it for several hours and possibly after making him go get some ice cream and pizza. She scowled nonetheless, though, and remained standing with her arms crossed over her chest.

"You only think that I barely ate because you eat enough to feed a small army yourself," she retorted, frowning firmly. She looked at the food for several long moments before she dropped herself back down in her chair and resumed eating, pointedly not looking at Tadhg. Because then she'd do something awful like cry, and he didn't deal well with crying.

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