Who: Henry Tudor and Gabriella Montez What: Finally getting to some hanging threads. Where: Their shared condo. When: Shortly after the birth of Charles & Jane's daughter. Warnings: Quite possibly none, actually.
Henry stared at the still pristine sheet of paper laying in front of him, a dozen lines of musical staves pre-printed and not a single mark on it otherwise. He'd retreated to his seldom-used office, one of the few rooms in his huge apartment condominium that had seen very little occupation of any kind. The idea had been to write a new song, but for once, inspiration wasn't easy to come by. Henry's mind was much more occupied with different concerns.
In truth, all he could think about was little Elizabeth Margaery Brandon. She was a beautiful child, and her parents were now deeply entrenched in that unique and exceptional joy that came with new parenthood. Henry could remember that feeling very well, and the reminder was not going away easily.
Crumpling the staff paper and tossing it into the dustbin, Henry got up and headed for the living room. He stopped for a few moments just at the end of the hall, spying on his girlfriend. Gabriella was on the couch, absorbed in a book or magazine-- he couldn't tell from where he was standing-- and humming to herself. Henry grinned and walked into her line of sight.
"A while ago, if I remember right, you asked if you could start planning something. How is that coming?"