Who: Sanit and Jolene-Lucille
What: She has good news
Where: Their place.
When: Monday after Santi gets off work.

Jolene checked her appearance over in the mirror one more time before she headed back into the kitchen to check on dinner. Today had started out like any other day... she had gotten up early, fixed herself and her husband breakfast, had nearly bitten his head off when he'd asked her to pass the orange juice, and had headed in to work. Now, the shortness of her temper was, admittedly, a little strange. But she had simply acredited it to the strain she was under lately at work and had thought nothing of it, much as she had with the strange food cravings she'd been having lately. But when the sicknesses started about two days ago, she had been forced to reevaluate just what the heck was going on with her. At the suggestion of one of her co-workers, she had gone during her break this afternoon and purchased a pregnancy test. And it was positive.

It was now almost six hours later and she still couldn't shake the slight shock she felt whenever she thought about the implications of what that meant. She was going to have a baby. Santi's baby. A giddy laugh escaped her, causing Ares to perk her head and tilt it inquisitvely towards her master. "A baby," she mused aloud, and twisted away from the stove to meet the dog's gaze and smile excitedly. "Can you believe that?" Yes, she still tended to talk to the dog whenever she was alone in the house. Sometimes she'd slip and even do it when Santi was around. Old habits died hard, she supposed... she had been living alone for a while, afterall.

At the sound of the front door closing, her smile widened; she self-consciously flicked her fingers against the blonde curls that had been gathered at the base of her neck to ensure that it was in place and took a deep, steadying breath before she hurried out to meet him in the hallway. She had changed from her work clothes into a comfortable pair of high-wasted flare jeans and a fitted ivory blouse with loose sleeves, and as she moved to catch her husband in an enthusiastic embrace her bare feet were soundless against the floor. She ignored Ares as she insistantly headbutted the back of her knees as if to say 'my turn', instead wrapping her arms around her husband before he could even take his coat off. "Hi!" she chirped breathlessly, all nervous energy. "How was your day? I missed you..." And she kissed him, not even slightly aware of how extreme her emotions were; she ran either extremely hot or extremely cold these days, with very little in between. Poor Santi.