She already is a very well-loved little girl. And she deserves all of it. She is, absolutely, the most precious thing in the universe. *He chuckled.* I bet she’ll love it. Dad nearly shot mum. That would be a crummy universe.
That’s absolutely true. -She grinned at him- Oh my. Can you imagine her going to school? “My mum and dad can change their faces and they won’t die for a very long time because their bodies change. I can do it too, but Mum won’t let me try. Dad says guns are bad, but I know him and Mum used to use them.”
Oh, shush. *He pulled her close, happy to have her again in his arms.* My gun was loaded, I could’ve shot you dead—but I didn’t! *He added the last bit quickly, realizing his poor choice of words.* I didn’t. That was probably a good thing.
-She grinned as he pulled her in close to him- Oh, is that right? Shot me dead? I’m going to tell Bean on you. I’m sure she’ll get a laugh out of the story when she’s older. I took her to see Jack and he adores her. Just like you. I think that Eve is well on her way to being a very well loved little girl.
No, wait! *He took her arms, gently but firmly, and held her in place, looking her up and down.* Jenny, if I’m sure of myself, ever, it’s because you’re here. And I know, when I’m with you, that everything is perfect.
-Her heart melted at his words and she slid her arms around him and moved closer to him- You always have the right words to say. It’s a useful skill to have, Arian. I love you and I’m sorry very glad that I have found you. I’m exceedingly convinced that your gun wasn’t loaded when we first met either.
*He stood obediently still for her with a mockingly straight face, though after a while he couldn’t help but start laughing. He stuck his tongue out at her, smirking.* You can’t help it, you love my charm.
There’s no need to be cocky, darling. -She said with a disapproving frown. She rolled her eyes at him as she finished cleaning him up. She put the wash cloth away and looked at him.- Since you’re so sure of yourself, I guess I’m not needed here anymore.
Hey! *He stared after her with puppy eyes before following her, putting his arms about her waist and setting his head on her shoulder, pouting at her.* I don’t see any disadvantages! You’re gorgeous, paint or no paint.
There won’t be any charming yourself out of this, Arian. You’re in trouble. -She laughed as she turned to wipe away the paint on his face. She was gentle and careful with her movements, each showing her love and care for him. She knew his charm would always work on her.-
Oh? Yeah, s’pose I’m a bit dirty. *He smirked, giving her a wink.* Guess I should wash up, though, yeah. *He chuckled, wiping a bit more from his forehead and smearing it on her cheek.* And now you’re all filthy, too! How will we fix this?
-She laughed as he smeared paint on her skin.- I’m going to go wash up while you think long and hard on the disadvantages of covering your wife in paint. -She teased him as she went to retrieve a wet wash cloth and set to clearing her face of paint-
*He shrugged, crawling across the bed before sliding off and taking her into his arms.* Just painting. Nothing particularly inspiring—bought a new shade of yellow I wanted to use. I’d rather look at you. Much prettier. *He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, before raising a hand to dab a little paint on her nose.* There. Work of art.
-Her smile brightened as he spoke. She felt prettier when he kissed her cheek- A work of art, huh? What a flatterer, darling. -She leaned up to kiss him slowly. She really had missed being close to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him-
*He scooped her up into his arms, grinning into her kiss. There was almost a smugness to his smile; this was his wife, his beautiful Jenny. He held her close before finally setting her down, running his hands gently down along her sides.* And how have you been, love?
I’ve been lonely without you. I feel like I haven’t seen you in so long. -She whispered up at him with a pretty smile. She rested her head against him with a sigh. She loved this man and she turned to him with a brilliant smile.- I love you, Arian.
I love you, Jenny. *Arian raised one hand, brushing through her hair softly.* I’ll always be here, I promise. No matter what, I’ll always be here. That was the purpose of the whole marriage thing, wasn’t it? *He grinned, kissing her forehead softly.*
Oh, was that what that ceremony meant? I had no idea. Silly me. -She winked at him happily and dabbed at the paint on his forehead- Hey, husband mine, you’re covered in paint. It’s everywhere and you’re getting it on me too. -Her lips curved into a smile as she teased him gently-
*He shrugged, crawling across the bed before sliding off and taking her into his arms.* Just painting. Nothing particularly inspiring—bought a new shade of yellow I wanted to use. I’d rather look at you. Much prettier. *He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, before raising a hand to dab a little paint on her nose.* There. Work of art.
-Her smile brightened as he spoke. She felt prettier when he kissed her cheek- A work of art, huh? What a flatterer, darling. -She leaned up to kiss him slowly. She really had missed being close to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him-
*He scooped her up into his arms, grinning into her kiss. There was almost a smugness to his smile; this was his wife, his beautiful Jenny. He held her close before finally setting her down, running his hands gently down along her sides.* And how have you been, love?
I’ve been lonely without you. I feel like I haven’t seen you in so long. -She whispered up at him with a pretty smile. She rested her head against him with a sigh. She loved this man and she turned to him with a brilliant smile.- I love you, Arian.
*He shrugged, crawling across the bed before sliding off and taking her into his arms.* Just painting. Nothing particularly inspiring—bought a new shade of yellow I wanted to use. I’d rather look at you. Much prettier. *He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, before raising a hand to dab a little paint on her nose.* There. Work of art.
-Her smile brightened as he spoke. She felt prettier when he kissed her cheek- A work of art, huh? What a flatterer, darling. -She leaned up to kiss him slowly. She really had missed being close to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him-
Jenny smiled as Eve fell asleep in her arms. She put the sleeping baby in her crib and went to search for her husband. She had missed him. The birth of the baby had the new parents so busy that they hadn’t had time for each other. “Arian?”
*Arian glanced up, balancing a paintbrush in his fingers. He had been sitting behind the bed, seeking seclusion as he painted. He felt as if he hadn’t looked up in months; he could vaguely feel paint he’d wiped on his brow while pushing away sweat. At his wife’s voice, seclusion didn’t sound so attractive. He dropped his brush onto his palette, pushing the painting—an abstract of hot reds and yellows—against the wall. He stood, rolling onto the bed and setting his head on his hands.* Eh, Jenny?
Hey there, darling. Were you busy? -She looked at him unsteadily. She felt a little wary. She had the normal feelings about herself after the pregnancy. She felt unattractive and gross. Which, considering what she had done all day, wasn’t all that far off. She loved her husband and missed spending time with him, but she didn’t know how to tell him.- Eve is asleep.
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