Sparhawk (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sparhawk) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2009-01-06 18:52:00 |
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what Talking, Schmoop, and Sex possibly
when This evening
where Their house
status Incomplete
rating R to start
Sparhawk smiled as he started to cut the venison, slowly watching as juice seeped out of the cuts and slicing away piece after piece. He smiled for his wife was coming in soon, from her workroom, and he had her favorite drinks, her favorite desert, and the whole dining area was lit in candles.
He smiled because he and she, lost from their own worlds, had somehow found a new beginning together, and had found a way to make it work. She would give birth within a short time, and he knew that he wanted this house to be a happy one. So far, it was indeed.
He bounced a little as he carved and waited for his love to arrive.