Patrick J. Wood (rockonwood) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2008-02-08 10:20:00 |
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Regan, admittedly, had mixed feelings about trying for another baby. Oh, she loved Oliver and she loved being a mum, but that didn't mean that she particularly wanted to experience pregnancy all over again. But the trying was the fun part, indeed. She certainly didn't mind that part. And if they ended up with another baby, then Regan would love him or her -- hopefully her, because she <i>did</i> want a little girl, ... plus then a daughter could marry Annalise's son that she was so positive she was having -- just as much as she already loved Oliver. Either way, she wouldn't be disappointed if they didn't, nor would she be unhappy if they did.
After bringing Oliver to her parents' house, Regan returned to Cliffside and got ready for Patrick's return home. On her way home, she stopped and bought a bouquet of roses, then created a path of rose petals leading to the bedroom. A quick and easy dinner of chicken and pasta was prepared, which could be eaten warm or cold (depending on whether Patrick wanted to play first, then eat, or eat first, then play), and then she put a jazz record on to play softly. Regan changed into a sexy little number, then lounged out on the bed, waiting for her husband.
Knowing what was waiting for him, Patrick didn't waste an instant of time getting home. He finished his work as quickly as possible, and then he was grabbing his broom and bag and disapparating. He appeared right inside the door, and smiled at the sound of the jazz floating through the house. Jazz records were always a good sign of Regan's mood.
The rose petals turned the smile to a grin. Patrick dropped his stuff at the door and followed the path at a jog. Upon reaching the bedroom and taking in the sight before him, he was once again convinced that he was indeed the luckiest man on earth.
There were those who would say that Patrick Wood's pretty redheaded wife had the tough mountain-climbing geologist wrapped around her finger. They were absolutely right. He would do absolutely anything for her and was pretty well convinced that she could do no wrong. Just seeing her smile made any effort he went to worth the trouble, and seeing her like this? If he had to go to China to find her chocolate-covered asparagus, he'd do it.
"Hello, beautiful," he said, moving toward the bed.
Regan smiled when Patrick reached the room. "Well, hello there, handsome," she said, propping herself up on her elbows a bit and tilting her head to the side, a practiced move that caused her hair to fall in a nice drape across her shoulders. "So ... we have dinner in the kitchen, and we <i>could</i> go eat first, or we could work up a bit of an appetite before dinner. What do you think?" This was asked with a coy smile. She, personally, would prefer to work up an appetite first.
The look in Patrick's eyes probably made the answer obvious enough. He came in close and nuzzled her neck. "Dinner smells good," he said, "But you smell better. I think dinner can wait." He gave her a long, slow kiss before sitting on the edge of the bed to take his shoes off.
"So, how was the day?" he asked. No need to rush things, after all.
Good answer. Regan sat up on her knees behind Patrick, wrapping her arms around him from behind and resting her chin on his shoulder. "Hmm. The day was good. Ollie made friends with the owl who brought the post today. Everytime the owl flapped his wings, Ollie flapped his arms." She smiled, kissing Patrick just under his jaw. "You know, he looks more like you every day. He's going to have to be fighting off the girls with a stick when he gets older."
"And if he's anything like me, he probably won't even notice," Patrick laughed. For most of his years at Hogwarts, he'd had a sizable female following. He'd just never been particularly interested in that fact. Nothing that came easily to him had ever held his attention for long.
He pulled his socks off and tilted his head back, letting it rest on Regan's shoulder. "Things were slow for us today, but the project's going well," he said, referring to his latest adventures in geology. Currently, they were not all that physically adventurous; Patrick and the rest of his team were working on the applications for what they'd discovered in California. "We're probably going to have the first attempt at the protection amulet done in just a few days, and it's looking promising."
"Well, if he's anything like you, then he'll know who the quality girls are and who just isn't worth his time." Regan said with a smile. "Hopefully he'll inherit your incredible taste in women."
"That soon, for the amulet? Wow. Well, just be sure to remember your wife and son when you're rich and famous for it."
"Hmm..." Patrick turned to kiss the nape of her neck. "My taste in women is rather brilliant, isn't it? At least I have that going for me, since I'm not really counting on getting rich and famous off this work. We're just ditch-diggers and lab rats, you know? Glory goes to somebody much higher up the ladder than my team."
Patrick was completely all right with that. He remembered too well what it was like growing up with a famous father. His dad was barely home, always in practice, in a match, or on the road with the Magpies. They were more the man's family than his wife and children were. While Patrick didn't resent it, really, it still wasn't the life he wanted for himself or his son. He was perfectly happy to dig around in mountains and then come home for dinner with his wife. To his mind, there was no amount of fame that could match the moment he was having right then.
"Being rich and famous is overrated, anyway." And this coming from an actress, even, who adored being up on stage and having people applaud her. "Much better to have impeccable taste in women and a wonderful family to come home to every night." Regan smiled, tilting her head a bit to kiss his throat. It was tantamount to torture for her whenever he was gone for long periods of time or was on weird hours because he was working in another timezone. She loved having him here, in her arms.
"I agree," he said, a contented smile already coming over his face. Yes, this was perfection. Patrick leaned back, letting just a bit of his weight rest against her. "Speaking of my impeccable taste in women, you're brilliant. Not that I don't love every minute spent with Oliver, but I'm glad for us to have a night to ourselves. It's been a while."
The trip to America, while wonderful, had meant that they were both working a lot and when they weren't working, it was Family Time. There had only been one or two nights ithat they'd managed any Grown Up Time. Being a family, Patrick discovered, was quite the balancing act even when you weren't a Quidditch star.
"Hmm. Of course I'm brilliant. Ravenclaw is the brains, isn't it?" Regan smiled, then added, "It has been a while. Too long, I think." She truly did adore her son, but sometimes she was just exhausted after a day spent chasing him around, especially now that he was walking. It was very nice to have a chance to be alone with her husband, without worrying about Oliver. Regan was amazed at how easily her parents had made it seem to be a family, juggling kids and work and their own interests, but they'd been married for longer before Regan was born than Regan and Patrick had been before Oliver. Maybe it just took practice.
"So, we're all alone, you have a beautiful, scantily-clad woman on your bed. What do you think we should do about that, love?"
The answer to that seemed obvious. Patrick turned halfway, putting one arm around Regan's waist. "I'd say the first thing we should do is deal with the fact that I'm still wearing a lot more than you are," he suggested, going for a kiss before she really had a chance to respond. Knowing her as he did, Patrick was confident she'd take the initiative to undo the buttons of his shirt. Then he could concentrate on enjoying that charming outfit of hers.
Regan smiled, kissing him only briefly before pulling back and saying, "Well, I was going to suggest scrabble, but I think I like your idea much better." And then she kissed him again, her fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. Once the buttons were undone, she smoothed her hands up his torso to his shoulders and pushed his shirt off.
"Scrabble takes too long," Patrick chuckled as he kissed along her neck. "And besides, you always kick my arse at it." With that said, he pushed forward to nudge her onto her back and kissed her soundly. While he was no good at Scrabble (or any of the word puzzles that Regan so loved to destroy him at) he was definitely good at this.
"Hmmm. Both very solid points," Regan murmured with a grin. She really did love destroying him at Scrabble and all her other word puzzles, but that could always be done during Family Time. This is what Grown Up Time was for: something they were both good at (and Patrick was very good at it).