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Date Posted: 10.17
Author: Gia
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Skeeter 's message, "inside" on 10.17

(She watched him as he moved into the living room, stretching out on the microsuede and finally relaxing. For a moment she just leaned on the counter and watched him.. unable to tear her gaze from the man she still secretly loved with all her heart. He had such an easy going way when he was relaxed, with all of him taking up the couch and looking like he belonged there. Hell, he looked like an ad in a magazine, all strength and relaxation, with Bambi stretched out below him and the tv shining on him. This was why she felt such intense need to 'play nice' with him.. because she wanted her baby to be familiar with this man.. and perhaps partly because she hoped and prayed that someday he might be able to forgive her and let her back into his heart. She wasn;t going to hold her breath on that one, though, not when he looked at her like she might murder him and dance naked around the apartment to appease a pagan god. She turned as the buzzer went off, carefully setting the medal back down and picking up oven mits.) Thats really amazing, Justin.. really, I am very proud of you.. (She murmured as she pulled their dinner out of the oven and carefully set it atop before setting the loaf of bread on the oven rack and closing the door. She chopped up some garlic and melted some butter, then retreived the slightly toasted bread and spread the mixture over it.) You want wine with dinner, Justin? (She asked, sucking the extra garlic butter from her finger before rinsing out the bowl and digging out plates and utensils. She looked entirely comfortable and at home in his kitchen, as though she belonged there and had never really left.)

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