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Post by arianette on Nov 28, 2006 17:29:00 GMT -5
Aria smirked. "I thought you didn't mind round fat woman." She winked and laughed. "But I assure you...after I have this child...I'll get back to my pretty figure..up until you get me pregnant again." She blushed a bit, waving a hand. "My...I'm talking so improper!"
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Post by scaper on Nov 28, 2006 17:46:26 GMT -5
Clarence laughed when she blushed. "It's ok, I don't see any uppity women in sight." He pretended to look around for any "snooty" women, as he called them. "I think you look best pregnant, I'll just keep you that way." He grinned with his whole face.
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Post by arianette on Nov 28, 2006 18:45:51 GMT -5
Aria blushed but grinned back, rubbing her stomach a bit. "Ooo...baby kicked at that.." She smiled. "And I'd like to say other parts of you like me pregnant too..." She bit her lip, still grinning.
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Post by scaper on Nov 28, 2006 19:27:14 GMT -5
Clarence let out a small chuckle. "See? Even the baby knows!" He leaned up closer, over the table. "And what might you be implying?" He said it in a hushed voice. " Becuase I'm pretty darn sure you're right!." Clarence grinned as he sat back in his chair.
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Post by arianette on Nov 28, 2006 20:04:04 GMT -5
Aria blushed and winked. "You know damn well what I was implying, darling." She had finished her food. She smiled. "And I like it too..."
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Post by scaper on Nov 28, 2006 20:51:33 GMT -5
"So much for being a lady." Clarence rolled his eyes. Noticing that Aria was finished, he stood up, stretching and rubbing crumbs off of his uniform. "Now why don't we go on home and quit the implying." He winked at her as he looked out of the bakery's front window. It was still raining, but it wasn't pouring.
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Post by arianette on Nov 29, 2006 0:17:19 GMT -5
Aria laughed. "I try..I really do. You know I do." She stood. "Oh...and I booked the chapel for the wedding." She smiled. "...week before Christmas...what do you think?"
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Post by scaper on Nov 29, 2006 14:27:02 GMT -5
Clarence laughed lightly as he hooked his arm around Aria's. "I think, more presents!" He grinned as he pecked a kiss on her cheek. "It really sounds great to me." He was happy that they were just going to get married.
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Post by arianette on Nov 29, 2006 18:16:52 GMT -5
Aria laughed and put on her gloves, patting his arm before kissing his cheek back. "...I'm glad it does. Presents presents!...I get the best one of all..you."
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Post by scaper on Nov 29, 2006 18:45:07 GMT -5
"Thanks dear. But I believe we both get the best present. This little one here." Clarence said, his eyes softening as he rubbed her belly. "Couldn't ask for anything better."
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Post by arianette on Nov 29, 2006 19:06:45 GMT -5
Aria smiled and put a hand over the hand on her belly. "...good point." She laughed softly. "You always help me remember things I've forgotten..." She yawned. "I think I might take a nap til you get home..."
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Post by scaper on Nov 29, 2006 21:37:33 GMT -5
Clarence led them outside, where it was still drizzling, and hailed a cab. As he helped her into it, he replied, "Going to need all the energy you can get." He smiled devilishly.
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Post by arianette on Nov 29, 2006 21:41:12 GMT -5
Arianette blushed but laughed. "Don't I know." She squeezed his hand. "...but so do you...." She winked.
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Post by scaper on Nov 29, 2006 21:46:30 GMT -5
"Trust me love, you make a man forget he was even tired." Clarence kissed her softly as he swung the door shut. He rattled off the address and the cab headed for Queens.
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Post by giselle on Feb 7, 2007 23:52:26 GMT -5
((New day)) Giselle sighed, shivering some as she entered the bakery. The weather was apparantly on a no-mercy policy and quite frankly, Giselle was not happy with it. She hated the cold; her jackets just never seemed warm enough. She shuddered again, although it was far warmer inside of the bakery then it was outside. She stood back by one of the tables, looking at the different kinds of bread. She was tempted to go with an original baguette... but she might change her mind.
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