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The air comes out of one body and is breathed into another. The music, does it pass out of one ear and into another, as the old expression goes? We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.

- The Vampire Lestat

Note.
→ illegal-nana whispered : *nods and pants softly* I have everything already at the hospital... My friend works there and she took my stuff.. *nods and holds her tummy* Uh oh...

-his eyes widen a bit, rushing around the car to get in after she does, driving her to the hospital, hand reaching over the center console to hold onto hers- Just breathe for a few more minutes, princess. We’re not far.

→ illegal-nana whispered : *smiles softly and looks down at her tummy* Of course daddy... *looks up at him, her breathing beginning to increase slightly* I need you there.. Do you wanna go now?

I will gladly be there for you, princess. Do you have a bag packed, of things you’ll need? I can drive you to get it. Or we can just get you checked into the hospital. -pauses a short moment to collect his thoughts, wrapping his arm around her to guide her to his car- Here, get in, princess. It will be all right.

→ illegal-nana whispered : *smiles softly as a tear falls down her cheek* Sooner than you might think.. *laughs softly and wipes the tears away* I was having some pains this morning, and I started timing them. *nods and kisses his cheek*

-blinks and draws back some to look at her, realizing that she does look quite pregnant, and then his eyes widen- O-oh? If you’re having the baby now, then we need to get you to the hospital, so you can be safe, and the father needs to be notified so he can be there, right? -is beginning to freak out just a bit, not realizing it was so soon-

→ illegal-nana whispered : *smiles softly and nuzzles his neck, holding back tears of her own* It's fine daddy... I'm just as shocked as you are.. But, I know I'll be fine. I have an amazing father like you, and many others to help if I need it... *sniffles* I love you dad.

-rubs at her back as he hugs her closer, still slowly absorbing the news- I will always be here for you, sweet girl, no matter what. -a tear or two escapes him, realizing that she is more grown up and not the little girl he still sees her as- So tell me, when do we get to meet this little one, hm?

→ illegal-nana whispered : *purses her lips and looks at him* Yes, I am. *laughs softly*

Forgive me, princess. I can only react as any father would. But I’m happy for you. -smiles at her, brushing gently at her hair, then moves to hug her close once again, blinking back a few tears-

→ illegal-nana whispered : *smiles and looks at him* Okay.. I'll tell you like this.. How would you feel about being a grandpa?

-blinks a few times, absorbing the information- …Ne, are you pregnant, princess?

→ illegal-nana whispered : *hugs him tightly* Daddy. I need to tell you something.

-hugs her close to him, kissing her hair- What do you need to tell me, sweet girl?

It has made me very happy to speak with you all again. But I am going to be retreating for the evening to spend a good rest of the night with my wife.

I’ll see you tomorrow, roses.

lady-izanami:

kamijoandhisglory:

Ne, as long as it works for you, strange is okay. And it won’t be two weeks. You have my word. -smiles-

-nods- It’s working very well so far. Although I think poor Yuuki feels a bit overwhelmed at times, it’s been very comforting to live there with everyone. But yes, I would be most happy if you would come by to visit. I suggest you bring presents~ -teases-

Mm, it sounds like you could use all the help you can get. -smiles- I suppose I can start helping by bringing lots of presents for you all. I’ll fill the car up with them, if I can.

" He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies, with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the streets to catch a departing train. It wasn’t the kind of love that Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole and iambic pentameter. It was still and deep, like water that you might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface. It was entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world disappeared. It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true. "
- Jake Christie, “A Subtle Kind of Love,” from Small Stories (via larmoyante)