t h e r e s e ❥ (alongday) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-11-16 18:42:00

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FRANK? >>
You weren't supposed to stab cake batter.

Frank was being so stupid and dumb and ridiculous and! And embarrassing her in public like that! He was not her father! No! No he was not! He was not her father, and therefore should not be bossing her around as if he was because that was rude and not husbandly.

Alice's eyes kept flipping over to her journal, which was open up to the entry with James. It seemed like the two had stopped talking, but that just meant they were under wards. Talking about her. In private. She could not believe how angry this was making her, but it was, and boy she felt like slipping something into this cake batter.

She spotted Frank's reflection in the window of the kitchen before she heard him; he was getting really good at this stealth stuff. Alice turned quickly, her mixing spoon up in the air and dripping cake batter to the floor.

"This cake isn't for you."

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alongday
2008-11-17 03:07 am UTC (link)

The squeal Alice elicited could make dogs deaf. She grabbed Frank's wrist and tugged him out of the kitchen toward the spare bathroom where she had once locked herself in, thinking she was pregnant. Before! Before she had thought she was pregnant, but was really dying of a fatal disease. Now, she thought she had the flu (which could prove fatal), and maybe she was pregnant!

Didn't life work in such silly ways?

She slammed the bathroom door shut in Frank's face before he could try to enter (your husband was just not necessary for some things), and after everything was mixed and done, she flung the door open and held the vial in her hands so Frank could see. Nothing was happening yet, they had about a minute or so, and Alice took her eyes off of it for a moment so she could look up at Frank.

"I want a boy," she whispered. Because she wanted a little Frank running around, and she wanted him to know that. Alice grinned and looked down once more; yes, there was no doubt she was pregnant in her mind. And if she wasn't? Well. Well she'd be fine. But she definitely was. She had been silently wishing for a baby for so long, that it had to come true.

Right? Right.

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__frankish
2008-11-17 03:40 am UTC (link)

She had been thinking about this for a while, Frank noticed that now. So... how could he not have spotted that minor detail before? It was possible that he didn't exactly want to notice, or have the time to, because things had been keeping them busy and distracted, to say the least, lately. Frank placed his hand over his face for a few seconds as Alice slammed the door shut, simply breathing. At least his heart had seemed to slow down to a normal adrenaline rushed tempo.

Alice wanted a baby. So if she wanted a baby, then he should want one too. Frank let that thought sit in his head for a moment to mull it over. Yes, he was actually okay with thinking that. And agreeing with it. And vocalizing it. He was... alright with the possibility of being a father.

Whoa. He did not remember growing up in the last five minutes.

"A boy would be nice," he spoke softly, nodding his head as he looked at the vial in her hands. This was--- absolutely insane. Not because-- not because they weren't ready (alright, no one could ever be ready), or the time wasn't right (he had already faced the fact that the world was going to be screwed up for a while), but because Frank had never thought of himself as being in that place. In that place where... you were actually an adult. Taking care of someone else that you had created. It was--- insanity.

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alongday
2008-11-17 06:22 am UTC (link)

A boy would be nice. Frank said that. Frank said that! Her husband thought that a boy would be nice, and he wasn't running away screaming about having to go to work and thinking that he was never going to return. He was here! Frank was here, watching the vial along with her, waiting for the results.

Alice wasn't sure why she'd pictured her husband acting so violently. Maybe the fact that he said no to a cat a few weeks ago tipped her off, but she did figure that a cat was simply not the same thing as a baby. A baby was something you decided to make and grow and raise together, something that you wished to pass on your traditions with and help become a better person than you were.

See, cats just ripped up your furniture when they were mad at you.

Though, a baby could probably do the same, but that really wasn't all that was on its mind.

Oy, these tangents were getting ridiculous, when was this potion going to go off---

She nearly dropped it when the vial started sparking blue. Alice stared down at the small bottle of glass in her hands, waiting for her brain to put together what its reactions meant. The sparking meant---yes. Yes, she was pregnant. And the blue---a boy, it was a boy, she was pregnant with a boy. Alice looked up at Frank, eyes wide and mouth pressed shut as her heart attempted to thud right out of her chest. Her mind, in all of the insanity she had just been going through, was completely dark and blank except for the sparks of blue.

"Frank."

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__frankish
2008-11-17 06:58 am UTC (link)

Holy shit, the thing had turned blue. Blue as in-- alright, he had believed that Alice-- they--- were pregnant, but it was a completely different thing when you were absolutely sure like right now and seeing it there in her hands. Blue as in boy meaning that he was going to have a son! They were going to have a son. A baby. He couldn't think but he could think, because he could understand what this meant.

Frank stared at the small vial intensely, letting the rest of its whole meaning sink in. This was--- this was--- he didn't know what to say, because there were a million things racing through his head all at once. Everything that came to mind seemed cliche, but obviously appropriate, because what else could you say? Besides, he didn't care. But choosing one thought-- no, that was impossible. He was going to have to uncontrol himself again.

"A baby!" he finally gasped, pushing himself from off the wall. "Alice---" Alright, now he wanted to scream on top of his lungs and let everyone know they're good news. Good news because he had been--- overreacting before. Having a baby isn't horrible, not at all. Especially if it got Alice to be this happy; she deserved to be happy. Frank reached for her hands, holding onto them tightly.

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alongday
2008-11-17 07:49 am UTC (link)

In the midst of trying to regain some sort of thought process, Alice had carefully put the vial down on a nearby table and was currently gripping Frank's hands tightly.

There was a baby inside of her! He probably (he!) looked like a little dot, but! But! She'd helped make him! Frank too! Frank had been vital, in fact. Realizing the momentous occasion they were in, Alice let out a rather high-pitched shriek of laughter and excitement, feet bouncing back and forth in a ridiculously exuberant dance and she flung her arms around her husband's neck.

"FRAANK!" she let out loudly, knocking him back into the wall. Oh, oh! She loved this man so much, she loved him and loved him and would marry him again and again and have all of his babies and more babies and she would so never whine to him about a stupid cat again!

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