Adrian
Portugal, it seemed, did wonders for her and Adrian.
Their schedules had worked out wonderfully, with both of their teams having early Friday matches that allowed them to arrive in Portugal later that evening. It was a welcome holiday away from the busy season. They were getting some much needed alone time with their children staying with Adrian's mother, and it was a delight to be attending a romantic and intimate wedding. Adrian was friends with everyone in Portugal (and working his way through the United Kingdom), so
Maggie didn't truly know his connection to the bride, but she was happy for the couple nonetheless.
She smiled brightly as Adrian graciously signed autographs and took pictures with his fans that were in attendance, which seemed to be nearly everyone. Maggie'd gotten her fair share of attention, which had surprised her before one of the women pulled out a magazine clipping of Maggie being on a 'mais bonito' or
most beautiful list. Apparently her hairstyle was quite the hit in Lisbon.
Maggie had not been feeling beautiful this morning, when she found herself getting sick in the loo. She'd brushed off Adrian's concerns with the idea that she was still dizzy from the portkey ride, but something
clicked in her mind. Now, after her suspicions were confirmed, her foot bounced with excitement and anxiety. Their timing had never been perfect, but it seemed like Portugal knew how to make it work.
"You are going to get cramps in your hand," Maggie mused as Adrian finally returned. She took hold of his writing hand to massage it and hold it tightly in hers. "Are you mine for the rest of the night or no?"
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