TheCorsair
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- Dec 17, 2013
"I suppose we must," Algernon agreed. "But, in the interests of avoiding the appearance of contradicting you again, perhaps we should decide on a course of action first? After all, Samantha is rather... headstrong. I rather diubt she will readily agree to bedrest, if it is required."
He opened the door, and bowed slightly. "Shall we?"
There was an air of euphoria in the suute Samantha and Erik shared. Samantha was clearly ecstatic, chatting with Colin and Kieran with an enthusiastic animation, while Erik sat with a dazed but happy expression. "The prognosis is positive, then?"
Samantha gave Anne Marie and the Professor a sly, impish smile. "Well, doc says it'll be another seven or eight months afore Ah really recover." Colin snorted behind her. "Course, he reckons Ah ain't never gonna be the same again. Y'know, on account o' havin' a baby"
The Professor's mind raced at the news, and he started to reach fir Anne Marie's hand before stopping himself. His own loss ached at the words, a guilty thread running through the happiness he felt for her. "Well, I assume congratulations are in order then?"
Sam watched the brief movement, then glanced back at Erik. "Yup, sore are." Then she scooped up her gunbelt and strapoed it on, relieved to have an explanatiin for why she'd been gaining weight. "Once we get back from the coroner, though. Still got business, after all."
He opened the door, and bowed slightly. "Shall we?"
There was an air of euphoria in the suute Samantha and Erik shared. Samantha was clearly ecstatic, chatting with Colin and Kieran with an enthusiastic animation, while Erik sat with a dazed but happy expression. "The prognosis is positive, then?"
Samantha gave Anne Marie and the Professor a sly, impish smile. "Well, doc says it'll be another seven or eight months afore Ah really recover." Colin snorted behind her. "Course, he reckons Ah ain't never gonna be the same again. Y'know, on account o' havin' a baby"
The Professor's mind raced at the news, and he started to reach fir Anne Marie's hand before stopping himself. His own loss ached at the words, a guilty thread running through the happiness he felt for her. "Well, I assume congratulations are in order then?"
Sam watched the brief movement, then glanced back at Erik. "Yup, sore are." Then she scooped up her gunbelt and strapoed it on, relieved to have an explanatiin for why she'd been gaining weight. "Once we get back from the coroner, though. Still got business, after all."