[HIATUS]

[windandwater]

This is it. I'm leaving the house in a little bit to go to the hotel, so I'm pretty much going to be absent from LJ and online for the rest of the week. Even if the hotel has free wireless, I think I'll be too stressed out to take advantage of it.

As I did last time, this is now A TOTAL SPAM POST.

Run wild, people. Link me to anything you want me to see or read, babble endlessly, RP in here, or -- and Mikke did this once and holds the spamming title in my LJ for it -- post all your fic here. XD! I approve of cat macros and pictures of cute animals. I also approve of smutty pr0n (fics and art yayz), and cuddly domesticity (fics and art yayz). Go ahead and try to break my e-mail, and give me much love.

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EDIT...

It's 2pm and I just wanted to tell everyone that I'm checked in and such. And the internets are not free. ;__; But I've got one day of it so I will see if Trickster works.

Oh, and...

ONLY 15 COMMENTS?! I SAID TO SPAM. SPAM LIKE YOU MEAN IT.

Comments

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“Rupert?” Marie called as Giles entered the house.

“I’m home, dear,” he replied sunnily. “Where are you?”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“In the living room, now,” she answered, coming out of the kitchen. “I’m... glad you’re home.”

Giles raised an eyebrow as he dropped his briefcase. “You don’t sound very glad. What’s the matter?”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

She gave him a weak smile, and walked over to plant a kiss on his cheek. For the first time, Giles noticed that the dark circles under her eyes were deeper, and she seemed to have lost weight. Alarm surfaced. “What’s the matter, Marie? Did you go to see the doctor today? What did he say?”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

She didn’t answer for a moment, but took his hands and drew him towards the sofa. “I think you’d better sit down, dear.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“Is it bad news?” he asked worriedly.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

She shook her head and drew a deep breath. “No. It’s just... I can’t think of any way to tell you, so I’ll just come right out and say it. The doctor says I’m going to have a baby.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

For a moment, he couldn’t say anything, stunned shock settling over his face as Marie waited anxiously for a response. Then a wide grin crept over his face. “A baby? Really?”

Some of the tension bled out of her as she took in his positive response. “Really. You’re not upset, are you?”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“No, of course not! Why would I be? This is wonderful news!”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

She managed a shaky smile. “I was afraid... you wouldn’t be pleased. After all Peters has said about the dangers of children in your line of work... I thought you might not want one.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“Of course I do. Peters can go hang. When’s the baby due?” he asked eagerly. “Will it be a boy or a girl? No, how would you know yet,” he chuckled.

The worry disappeared from her eyes, and she managed a real smile for the first time. “Which would you rather have?”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

He paused to consider. “I think... I think I’d rather have a girl. Especially if she would look like you. But a boy would be fine, of course.”

Her smile vanished as she fretted. “You still think I’m pretty?” she said uncertainly.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“Marie, you will be beautiful when you have wrinkles and gray hair,” he said softly. “More than ever, now. Don’t fuss, darling. I’m sure everything will be fine.”

She reached out for him, and he pulled her into his lap; she buried her face in his shoulder. “I believe you,” she answered, her voice muffled.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Peters’ face split into nearly as wide a grin as Giles’ own, when he heard the news. “Rose? Is pregnant? Congratulations, old man! You must be thrilled.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“I am,” Giles replied, still lost in wonder. “But don’t tell anyone else, okay, Greg? Not for awhile, anyway. It’s not as if Upstairs exactly encourages these things, you know.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Peters nodded. “I get the feeling they’re not even exactly happy with you being married in the first place. Don’t worry, my lips are sealed. A baby! Wow! What are you going to name it?”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Giles shrugged. “I don’t know. The doctor says there’s months left to go, anyway.”

“Well, keep me updated, okay?”

“Sure, Greg. So, tell me, how’s Nancy?”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Peters grimaced. “As unmanageable as ever. Pray you never get assigned to a Slayer, Rupert. It’s a sure way to get yourself into a straight-jacket.”

Giles laughed, and was perfectly content to let the talk turn to other matters.

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