Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
Anne Marie's gut twisted with anxiety as she waited for him to say something, anything. Then he called her his love and pulled her to him and everything seemed right with the world again. She laid her head on his shoulder and clung tightly to him, a choked half-laugh half-sob escape as tears leaked down her cheeks and fell onto his shoulder. When he kissed her she pressed her lips hard against his, pouring in all of the love and emotions she had been hiding beneath her placid exterior.
"Have to be?" she laughed. "Darling, we get to be! I thought I would never...after he..." Anne Marie sniffed and shook her head, wiping at her eyes and smiling despite herself. "No. He will never, ever haunt us again and he certainly will not haunt this child. You and I are going to have the most beautiful baby in the world, mon amour, and he will be the most loved and the most spoiled child in all of France. I swear it." She grinned and laughed again, knowing that neither of them could ever allow their child to become spoiled no matter how much they loved him. "There is so much to do! A nursery and clothes, toys, maternity dresses, then of course the first thing we ought to discuss is names..." She trailed off, thinking as she still held tightly to him. If it were a girl it would only be appropriate that her name be Helen, but that wasn't a topic for just yet, she didn't think.
"But Algie...what about the team?" The Society had been the second thing she'd thought of when the doctor had told her, after Algie of course, and she still hadn't figured out what to do. "Obviously I won't give up my work for a family; it is possible to have it all and I fully intend to. But...well, now likely isn't appropriate, but they're bound to notice some time. And then they'll be wanting to know who the father is, as well. It is easy enough to keep society's--French society, I mean--nose out of my business. Nobody has put it together yet, after all, despite the two of us cohabitating on and off for the better part of two decades, and I can keep it from them. But the team, the children..." She had to smile at Algie's sobriquet for them now. It didn't seem quite as appropriate, but she couldn't think of what else to call them at the moment. "They are our friends, such as they are. They may not know much about our private lives, but they know enough to be curious. And Samantha is quite persistent when she thinks she knows something about anything. It is fortunate, actually, that I do count her as a friend these days or it would have gotten her into quite a bit of trouble several times because she decided to try and be clever."
"Have to be?" she laughed. "Darling, we get to be! I thought I would never...after he..." Anne Marie sniffed and shook her head, wiping at her eyes and smiling despite herself. "No. He will never, ever haunt us again and he certainly will not haunt this child. You and I are going to have the most beautiful baby in the world, mon amour, and he will be the most loved and the most spoiled child in all of France. I swear it." She grinned and laughed again, knowing that neither of them could ever allow their child to become spoiled no matter how much they loved him. "There is so much to do! A nursery and clothes, toys, maternity dresses, then of course the first thing we ought to discuss is names..." She trailed off, thinking as she still held tightly to him. If it were a girl it would only be appropriate that her name be Helen, but that wasn't a topic for just yet, she didn't think.
"But Algie...what about the team?" The Society had been the second thing she'd thought of when the doctor had told her, after Algie of course, and she still hadn't figured out what to do. "Obviously I won't give up my work for a family; it is possible to have it all and I fully intend to. But...well, now likely isn't appropriate, but they're bound to notice some time. And then they'll be wanting to know who the father is, as well. It is easy enough to keep society's--French society, I mean--nose out of my business. Nobody has put it together yet, after all, despite the two of us cohabitating on and off for the better part of two decades, and I can keep it from them. But the team, the children..." She had to smile at Algie's sobriquet for them now. It didn't seem quite as appropriate, but she couldn't think of what else to call them at the moment. "They are our friends, such as they are. They may not know much about our private lives, but they know enough to be curious. And Samantha is quite persistent when she thinks she knows something about anything. It is fortunate, actually, that I do count her as a friend these days or it would have gotten her into quite a bit of trouble several times because she decided to try and be clever."