Anthony D'Oro | St. Anthony (![]() ![]() @ 2020-04-22 15:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | saint anthony, saint darerca |
Who: Anthony & Darerca
What: So...we're gonna do this?
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Anthony's place
Warnings: Discussion of pregnancy
This was all new territory for Anthony. He'd been halfway convinced Darerca was yanking his chain when she proposed they have a baby together, but something told him she wasn't. She wouldn't joke about something like that.
That realization segued nicely into uncertainty. He'd never been a father, even when he was mortal. He'd gone straight into the priesthood, and that sort of thing definitely hadn't been allowed. The thing was, though...he'd always wondered what it might have been like to have a family. What life might have been like if he hadn't felt God's hand on him. And now he was being offered the chance to find out.
He'd invited Darerca over for dinner, if nothing else because it would give him something to occupy the time. And not to toot his own horn, but he was a pretty good cook. Bruschetta was crisping in the oven, and he'd gathered everything he'd need to make shrimp scampi. It was a tasty dish, and thankfully fairly easy to assemble.
The door had been left unlocked so Darerca could let herself in when she arrived, but for now, he made sauce, kept a watchful eyes on his noodles, and listened for her arrival.