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  he doesn’t mean to stare no, and the gaze in his eye   isn’t meant disrespectfully. she’s just b r e a t h t a k i n g   is all, an utter beauty standing out through shades of  differing greys.

         her hair, his brother’s told him again and again,          is chestnut a warm brown, her eyes, rich deep         pools of sorrel. lips a pigment to elicit laughter          and commence wars in HER name.

            & her name? Marlene, it rolls off his tongue every                now and again, the timbre of his voice racking                through every syllable.

I’ve a girlfriend see, she’s my little sweetheart. Little in as she’s a wee little thing. Rather adorable really.

Though we go way back, farther than you can imagine.

Funny to see the perfect girl was sitting next to me this whole time, though when are those things ever obvious.

She is in fact perfect in every single imagination, her snogging takes my breath away. 

I call her Mars. You, you don’t do that. Mine.

Her laugh, the way her hair bounced when she moved, her voice, everything just brought him to love her more. Though…big news? He screwed up his face, confused, until she told him to sit down. Shaking his head, he spoke, “Sorry, sorry,” He pulled out the chair and sat in it, “Now, what’s this about big news?” He asked, watching the food rest on the table. A chaste kiss at his cheek, and she was sitting before him, stirring her soup. 

Ian looked at her, watching the way her eyes crinkled as she seemed to be thinking about…well, the big news. He, however waited patiently, she’d come to it in her own time, surely. He looked down at dinner, and pulled a spoonful to his lips. He blew on it, hearing something about timing…and freezes. He decided against taking a sip of soup, and looked at her.

I’m a few weeks along. 

At first he doesn’t understand, she said it so simply, like it was nothing. Then she clarifies it, and dismisses it by asking for bread. Ian lets his spoon go, an expression of joyful excitement and surprise coming across his face, “What?” She’s pregnant  she’s pregnant and his heart swells so much from love and grace, that it feels as though it’ll break.

It doesn't hurt that his smile came after his kisses, leaving her a little bit short of breath, but buzzing pleasantly. "I'm glad your pleased, because there's a baby on the way, perfect timing or no. And you'd better love me you right git, I'm growing us a human." It's almost impossible for her not to tease him, smiling into her soup. Her lips quirked around her spoon, and she tried to remember how every little thing felt, so that when she looked back at it later, she'd have more to be fond of.

The things I do for you lot.

Then again, it had also been a long morning as he remembered getting up and dressing, quiet enough to let Mars sleep for a while longer. He often liked watching her sleep, either in the wee hours of dawn, or well after midnight. It kept him rooted, the little rise and fall of her chest, a sound escaping her in her sleep throes. Moments like that always made him smile. So when he came into the flat, he smelled her right away, and saw the steam from the bathroom upon coming further into the house. 

He moved slowly, watching her clear off the table of their wedding plans, so very excited as things progressed. Every day, seeing those papers and such on the table were reminders that she had said yes. Though he really never expected her to do anything else. He saw the ring gleaming on her finger underneath the dim light and walked forward, his shoes not quite heavy on the floor.

"Are you going to sit your bum down or?" She asked with a smile on her face. She directed a big pot of soup down gently and then had bowls flying in from the other room as well. Tapping her fingers nervously against her wand, she looked over at Ian with all the fondness in her heart. Pressing a kiss to his cheek as she walked passed him to her chair, she ladled herself some soup before sitting down.  Grasping her silver spoon between thin dainty fingers, she stirred her food in order to help it cool down faster. It was a bit quiet, whenever it was just the two of them, but that hadn't bothered her ever. She didn't mind a bit of silence between the bits of banter they often shared.