ask me about my feminist agenda

   Omar sat back in his chair after they clanked their mugs together, a smile still present at the corners of his lips when he took a sip. He felt much more relaxed and happy now, still feeling the rush of hearing how she was excited for their date. It felt even better than drinking had ever felt. He watched her as she prepped her coffee, taking a mental note of how she took it for future references - already thinking about stopping by her work sometime to drop off a drink, knowing how busy she could often get. It would be a nice excuse to get to see her again now that he wasn’t actually a patient anymore.    He put his mug down and blew out a breath as she asked him about plans for a new show or new songs. “No plans currently for any shows… still trying to ease my way back into that so I am trying to only do a couple here and there. I have been writing my thoughts out and some of it’s been some good material so I might try and get a couple tracks set up. Nothing concrete though,” he said with a shrug. “Maybe I’ll let you look some of it over and you can let me know if it’s good or not. Give me some feedback.” He grinned.

“I’d like that,” Bree agreed to hearing his songs. She had always been partial to music, her entire family was (mother excluded) and his songs and rapping were some of her and Wanda’s favorites. “I could do the choirs and everything. I’m pretty good at rapping as you know,” she quipped with a small smile before taking a sip of her coffee. Jeez, he was way too cute for her to be anything but giddy around him. 

“ What! ” he had reacted of course with her surprise, offering up a comment before listening again. “ I’m not a total asshole. ” Gabriel knew how to say sorry, he just didn’t like doing it. It wasn’t his preference. So what. “ As usual. ” Why shouldn’t he agree? Wanda was a good face on the cover, regardless of what the story was. If this little banter was going to be more consistent with them now on, he couldn’t say he hated it. The good mood continued with the smell of coffee, his soul very much pleased. It took him no time at all to start blowing and indulging his taste buds.

“ You’re funny, ” he grumbled, “ Do I have a wife lined up yet. ” The man paused, still looking down at the tabloid but no longer reading. That particular subject was somewhat of a contention in the palace. “ No. Contrary to my mother’s wishes. ” It wasn’t that there weren’t options. He just didn’t want any of them. The reason? Something the Prince still wasn’t sure of, or could convey. Or maybe he just didn’t want to. “ She’s pushing for it. I just don’t like any of them. ”

Wanda picked on his body language as she zipped on her mug, fingers tapping slowly over the tabloids. He was way too transparent for such a cunning guy--or maybe she just knew how to read him, clearly no one in his family had seen him coming after all (or her for that matter). She loved and hated to think herself as some sort of Lady Macbeth to him--not that she’d ever see herself as his wife god forbid, but the person by his side nonetheless, bringing some sense and rationality to his plans. “Well, I cannot believe I’m saying this but I do agree with mommy dearest. You need a wife and a heir, ASAP. Especially if you want to protect Char and that crown you got over your pretty little head.”

She returned to her book but paid no real attention to the words on the page since Ben was talking. “Janeway sounds like a total righteous bitch.” She’d have to return to her research on the topic to make her own opinion, but that would do for now. “You should totally make a blog to rant about her.”

They were talking about Tonks and she knew she needed to be part of this conversation, but she also felt utterly bewitched by this child in her arms. How could something so beautiful and so fragile, just be resting here looking at her? How did he know how to grasp her finger like that when she ran it down his cheek? He was a vision, but she was being rude and she looked up at Viktor and Remus and took a breath.

“Did I just hear something about already asking for a playdate? How old is this kid that you think he’ll be rushing to chase someone around?” Hermione asked, but she smiled fondly at Viktor. “You’ll be one of the first people to know, but at the moment, maybe you should nap? You’re not going to get much chance to do that from here on out, so we’ve got this–promise. Go snuggle your wife and we’ll entertain Teddy for a bit.”

Remus was on the fence about  leaving them alone with his very tiny, very fragile child but this was two of the most skilled wizards and people he had ever known. If someone could keep Teddy alive for an hour was these two. “Okay, anything you need for a diaper change is on his room and he won’t take a bottle but he was fed a little while ago. Just yap if you need anything and I’ll get back okay? And thank you,” Remus said with an exhausted sigh before disappearing to their bedroom.