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Post by Charity Christos on Sept 10, 2009 16:29:23 GMT -5
Charity had left Caleb's christmas present on his pillow. She'd spent the night last night, and woken to a wintery christmas morning bright and early. She smiled to herself, and drew herself from Caleb's arm. Careful not to disturb him. Christmas wasn't something her family really celebrated, of course every year they had a huge family gathering at Rave's. With everyone there, and every year there was a new mouth for Sere, and now Daisy to feed. Noel's birthday seemed a time when all the stops were pulled out.
Charity didn't always go. She'd gone last year and the year previous, and once or twice while she was a teenager, but the whole family thing, until recently, hadn't been her scene and she'd rather of been alone. Still, this year Luy had insisted, so Charity didn't have much choice. Later she'd grace them with her presence.
She lent over his sleeping frame and kissed his mouth, placing a long blue gift box near his head. Inside, of course, was a positive 2ndweek test. She said she'd give him a baby, and of course it was very early days. But what better day to give him this gift?
Still, Charity vanished. She had another reason to be happy today. She was going to pick up her daughter. And for the next few hours Charity wanted nothing more to sit in her little flat above the Doe and cuddle with her daughter.
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Post by Bails on Sept 10, 2009 17:19:35 GMT -5
Caleb woke up alone. Groaning, he turned over in the bed. Lately, the one side of his bed had been taken over by a fetching red head- And he couldn't say he minded. He only wished that she wouldn't insist on leaving. Caleb was getting more and more used to having her around during the night and day... Huh. Getting up, he almost missed the box against the sheets. She had been acting all mysterious about his present. Opening it, Caleb almost dropped the box. Although he knew Grace was coming over, Char would have to share attention because there's no way he wasn't going over and thanking her.
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Post by *Gem* on Sept 10, 2009 17:34:41 GMT -5
She'd gone to the flat, and almost wish she hadn't. Her daughters leg had track marks, like some bloody drug addict. Needless to say Grace wasn't going back there...she didn't care who she had to kill. And Josh was top of the list.
Now, however, she wasn't dwelling on it, the pair of red heads were curled up on the bed, some candles smelling sweetly of lavander and Charity had the little one year old, cwtched against her, stroking her doll like features, and her cut red hair.
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Post by Bails on Sept 10, 2009 17:48:31 GMT -5
Caleb waited until he could feel her sleeping and then snuck in. Pulling out his bag of tricks, he decorated the whole place. There was a tree, tinsel, ornaments, a little Father Christmas statue. Pine bows and candles lined the mantle place. And under the tree was a pile of presents just for Grace. Caleb had gotten then at the same time he bought Is' and Dare bought for his two.
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Post by *Gem* on Sept 10, 2009 17:54:57 GMT -5
She heard something drop from the kitchen and was out of bed in seconds. Leaving Grace snuggled in the sheets, Charity went to investigate in her Pjs. Then she realised what was going on. She blinked, rubbing her eyes and looking around the room, finally spotting Caleb. "You know, Santy Claus is suppose to be silent-" She smirked. "not drop things and make lots of noise."
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Post by Bails on Sept 10, 2009 17:58:22 GMT -5
"Well this Santa got a bit of a surprise this morning and now he's a bit in his own little world." He murmured, scooping her up and kissing her like he'd never let her go.
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Post by *Gem* on Sept 10, 2009 18:01:51 GMT -5
Her legs went weak as he kissed her, and when she drew away her eyes remained shut for a bit of a time. Charity licked her bottom lip, savouring his taste and engrossed in the feeling of his arms around her.
Though she attempted to shug it off casually. "I do have to warn you, it is a non-fundable gift." she pointed out.
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Post by Bails on Sept 10, 2009 21:21:50 GMT -5
He laughed, "I won't even began to try and fathom how I'd take it back." Teasing, he ran his hands through her curls. "Char, you had your little talk with Isla and I'd really like to be here for you and Grace if you'd let me."
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