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Alison Blaire ([personal profile] shimmerandsing) wrote2009-02-15 12:45 am
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Still the one.

Alison woke at a reasonable hour and was only mildly ill. The morning sickness so far with her second pregnancy had been easier to handle than the first. She was especially glad for it on days like today. It was Valentine's Day and she needed to do something special for her handsome hubby.

Following tradition, Longshot had been up early and gone into the camp for his yearly chocolate haul. Despite being a happily married father of three (four soon), he still made out better than most single men in the country. They would be eating chocolate for weeks after the holiday.

While he was out, Alison bathed and dressed the twins in little Valentine outfits she'd bought for them. They got their breakfast and a little stuffed monkey each. Both were white with little red hearts on their palms and the bottoms of their feet. By the time Daddy returned home, there were two babies with slightly soggy stuffed animals and a picnic lunch for four waiting for him.

[identity profile] 2009-02-20 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
"You're the only one who gets it when I'm hot, sweaty, naked, and sated," he solemnly swore. He would have held his hand up, but that would have meant he had to stop playing with her breasts. He was loathe to move his hands from there.

"You have thrown the emergency brake on my bits." He squeezed her breasts gently. "Not my hands though. What other gift?"

He didn't recall another gift being mentioned. Then again, he had been singularly focused on his wife in a sheer nightie.