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It was getting to be a routine that Ainsley could set her clock to. Every day she would have to run to the washroom and then think she was fine and then it would hit out of nowhere with this constant regularity, this present insistence of the little boy growing inside of her that apparently had his mother's appetite. "Okay! Okay," she said, glancing lower to glare at her ever-growing stomach. "Look, as much as you and I both want fudge-encrusted french fries right now, I'm trying to finish a book."

And she was going to try and set her inner circadian baby rhythms to right if she had to hear a symphony of stomach growls in the process.

Date: 2010-02-18 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] playingtheenemy.livejournal.com
"Maybe after this one, we'll give me a break for a little while," Ainsley suggested, pleasantly, but firmly. "But..." She couldn't help a soft smile, biting lightly on her lower lip. "Five more of your kids would be nice. Tall and brooding and handsome, all of them."

Date: 2010-02-18 08:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] palmthemoon.livejournal.com
He smiled as he looked at her standing in front of him from his chair. Strong fingers trailed lightly over her stomach and the curves of her hips in lazy, comfortable touches. "I think you underestimate your own maternal and genetic influences."

Date: 2010-02-19 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] playingtheenemy.livejournal.com
"Do I?" Ainsley wondered with a laugh, glancing down. Sure, she couldn't see her toes and yes, so she had some sensitivity, but at that very moment, Shadow was making the very best of the latter. "Does that mean my Republican genes get passed on?"

Date: 2010-03-03 01:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] palmthemoon.livejournal.com
He smiled up at her, because he didn't know how much American politics would matter to a little boy growing up in this tropical place, but she was just so sincere. "Sure they will. And you can tell him bedtime stories about the great Republicans of yore- Abraham Lincoln...Cicero...Aristotle...Richard Nixon..."

Date: 2010-03-03 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] playingtheenemy.livejournal.com
"Richard Nixon," Ainsley said ruefully, shaking her head. "You know, he opened the borders to China. We first got into that country because of that man. Though, nobody knows it for the scandal he brought on a nation. We're not all proud of every last Republican," she promised wryly.

Date: 2010-03-04 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] palmthemoon.livejournal.com
"I'm just teasing you." He caught up one of her hands and pressed a kiss to the back of her fingers. "Have you thought about names? Or should we decide in the moment when he's out and about and squalling?"

Date: 2010-03-05 03:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] playingtheenemy.livejournal.com
"I've thought some," Ainsley admitted as she bit on her lower lip while the top three came up. "For reasons pertaining to old relationships, I think Samuel and Joshua are out of the question, but I wouldn't exactly mind naming him after someone who had a great deal of faith in me."

Date: 2010-03-17 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] palmthemoon.livejournal.com
His eyes were smiling as he looked up at her.

"Lay it on me."

Date: 2010-03-17 07:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] playingtheenemy.livejournal.com
"Well, the President who hired me, me the first American Republican woman to serve in a White House filled with people opposed, his name is Jed, but it's short for Josiah. Josiah Bartlet and maybe our politics didn't always align, but he will have my undue respect until the day I die," she swore, earnestly passionate about this.
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