Flops down to the stairs at her feet, actually, suddenly resembling a goldfish who had just learned of the roundness of the earth (except without the three month forgetting thing. Which, admittedly, wouldn’t have been all that useful) “…I’m going to be a father again.”
“I know,” she nods, and honestly isn’t sure whether to be terrified or strangely excited, “I’m going to be a mother for the first time.”
“Fifteen years after the last one,” he marvels, but reaches out a hand to soothingly stroke her ankle in a way that does rather make up for it “…Marcus is going to have a sibling. I wonder what his face will be like.”
“Not as good as Judith’s,” she mutters, and is surprised to find herself feeling a brief burst of glee at that (positive feelings… Wow, hey, she actually has a lot of positive feelings), “or Paula’s.”
“At least Philip will be pleased,” Tim muses in a rather stunned voice, finally looks up at her again and… Attempts a smile. A faint yet happy yet shaky yet absolutely over the moon sort of thing, “and Caitlin, and the Examiner, and probably your parents now that I think of it.”
“And my grandparents,” she… Actually beams, actually beams with a glorious sort of thrill that feels good and wonderful and a little like eating cotton candy while riding a unicorn (she thinks, she’d certainly be a little overjoyed if she was riding a unicorn), “their only great grandchild, none of my cousins have actually been cooperative and sexual yet.”
“A pity.”
“Not for the one with a dead badger in his shop.”
Tim looks faintly disturbed, which shows how well he knows her, for only a second… And then slowly rises to his feet again, leans over to press a fond kiss against her lips when she manages a slightly shakier beam up at him, “are you alright with this?”
…And she considers, for a long moment.
And she muses, for another long moment.
And she thinks and she compares and she remembers and she goes off on slightly strange tangents and she slowly starts to nod her head…
“I’ll get bigger boobs, right?”
And he smiles again, taking that for the answer that it is and really reminding her why she started sleeping with him and fell in love with him and sprung a marriage on him and got preggers with him, and leans in for another kiss – one so happy that she just has to arch into it and try to inappropriately grope him “…You know, I think I’ll call in sick today.”
“Can you do that?” She asks with an arched eyebrow, already trying her very hardest to wrap her thighs around his hips.
“Well, I am a married spy who’s about to be a father…”
Fair enough.
…And she’s hardly going to object to more slightly tentative sex on the stairs, even if it does lead to a quick scramble and a slightly hyperactive yelling of news when Judith and Marcus barge in through the door.
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“I know,” she nods, and honestly isn’t sure whether to be terrified or strangely excited, “I’m going to be a mother for the first time.”
“Fifteen years after the last one,” he marvels, but reaches out a hand to soothingly stroke her ankle in a way that does rather make up for it “…Marcus is going to have a sibling. I wonder what his face will be like.”
“Not as good as Judith’s,” she mutters, and is surprised to find herself feeling a brief burst of glee at that (positive feelings… Wow, hey, she actually has a lot of positive feelings), “or Paula’s.”
“At least Philip will be pleased,” Tim muses in a rather stunned voice, finally looks up at her again and… Attempts a smile. A faint yet happy yet shaky yet absolutely over the moon sort of thing, “and Caitlin, and the Examiner, and probably your parents now that I think of it.”
“And my grandparents,” she… Actually beams, actually beams with a glorious sort of thrill that feels good and wonderful and a little like eating cotton candy while riding a unicorn (she thinks, she’d certainly be a little overjoyed if she was riding a unicorn), “their only great grandchild, none of my cousins have actually been cooperative and sexual yet.”
“A pity.”
“Not for the one with a dead badger in his shop.”
Tim looks faintly disturbed, which shows how well he knows her, for only a second… And then slowly rises to his feet again, leans over to press a fond kiss against her lips when she manages a slightly shakier beam up at him, “are you alright with this?”
…And she considers, for a long moment.
And she muses, for another long moment.
And she thinks and she compares and she remembers and she goes off on slightly strange tangents and she slowly starts to nod her head…
“I’ll get bigger boobs, right?”
And he smiles again, taking that for the answer that it is and really reminding her why she started sleeping with him and fell in love with him and sprung a marriage on him and got preggers with him, and leans in for another kiss – one so happy that she just has to arch into it and try to inappropriately grope him “…You know, I think I’ll call in sick today.”
“Can you do that?” She asks with an arched eyebrow, already trying her very hardest to wrap her thighs around his hips.
“Well, I am a married spy who’s about to be a father…”
Fair enough.
…And she’s hardly going to object to more slightly tentative sex on the stairs, even if it does lead to a quick scramble and a slightly hyperactive yelling of news when Judith and Marcus barge in through the door.