He would have been home earlier if he had been able to get out of the very important end-of-year meeting that had been taking place when Vivica's owl swooped in. Luckily, Avery already had a reputation for being quite willing to bend to his wife's whims so he laughed it off and pretended that it was just what to bring home for dinner. Of course he managed to open the envelope while his creative director when about on their new campaign. It was supposedly the most brilliant piece of advertising their agency had ever seen, but all Avery could wrap his mind around was that big streak of blue.
He felt quite dizzy, and the rest of the meeting had gone by through a whirlwind blur. Avery knew he'd been assigned something, but his receptionist would have the details, he just needed to skirt out early to get home. Vivica had side-swiped him so hard with this news---a baby and a house? What was wrong with their home? Bond's room was---it could be bigger, for sure, but---
Avery flipped the announcement card over in his hands, looking interested in every movement of his wife, nodding about the tea. They had not even been trying, she had not been swiftly capturing him in attempts to get pregnant like with Bond. This was a complete, and utter surprise. Avery was not very good at surprises, but this one wasn't a particularly bad one.
"I do not wish to live near Sloper and Aubrey," he said, a smile playing on his lips as he headed closer. Avery dropped the announcement onto the table, leaning on his hand, "How near is 'near'?" He would avoid the more important matter for now.
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