Her own eyes felt moist at Rachyl's toast. Blinking a bit to clear the joyful tears from her vision, she clinked her glass around the table to that sentiment. After her sip she looked at her red headed friend seriously.
"I think perhaps the jumping around like a loon can wait until the girls are actually here. No need to have them all shaken up just yet."
Once she set her glass back down and briefly squeezed Rachyl's hand, Nyra looked at the table. Aside from the confiscated leafy green goodness there was quite a bit of other bowls just waiting to be plucked from. Winking at Meegan, the artist started plucking veggies from the array offered. With a slight chuckle, thinking that while Rachyl might get the leafies but not all the other goodness, Nyra stuck her tongue out at the Mommy-to-be. Lettuce was good but it was all the other stuff that made a salad in her eyes.
Pictures, Nurseries, and try not to burn the chicken.(private)
Meegan sat curled around Rachyl as the hammock moved in a gentle swing, powered by Rachyl's foot. Rachyl flipped through the seven photos in her hand over and over, while Meegan rubbed circles across her newly expanded belly. Rachyl's baby bump was more and more noticeable each day and Meegan loved the feel of it in her hands. The pictures were a bizarre sepia tint and showed mostly squashed faces. They were the stills from the 3D sonogram they had done earlier in the day.
Their two best friends were coming over for dinner and they planned to announce the amazing findings of that sonogram, as well as finalize some things for Nyra's painting in the nursery now that they knew the most important detail. That brought the dinner menu to her mind, on her counter sat enough salad makings to feed an army battalion, large nearly perfect portabella mushrooms, ready to go into a marinade identical to the one the four breasts of well trimmed free range organic chicken were currently soaking in. Winter squashes sat cut and seeded and covered in plastic until it was time to put them on the grill. All in all it would be a lovely dinner. Plus Meegan had a stash of Jersey cranberries hidden in the crisper drawer for Rachyl's dessert.
Grinning to herself she placed a soft kiss on her lover's cheek, and settled her head to look at the faces of their babies.
"Do you know what time it is?"
Nyra
17 years ago
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan beamed at her friends and lover, and nearly dropped her glass at Connie's rebel yell. Laughing she hugged her best friend with her free hand. When toasts and congratulations were over she settled into her chair and plucked the bowl of greens from in front of Rachyl with a smug grin and placed a small pile on her plate. Chuckling she passed it to Nyra and set about making a perfect salad from the little bowls.
She couldn't help but look up often and smile at the little group. This was the perfect way to make the first announcement. She was struck once more at how lucky she was to have found the love of her life, the perfect friend, who's lover was the perfect friend for Rachyl, and to be expecting children she never thought she'd have. It amazed her, awed her, and humbled her. A small tear gathered at the corner of her eye and she removed it with a finger, hopefully with out being seen.
"So we're thinking of having a celebrate the babies party instead of a real actual shower. What do you guys think of a luau?"
She couldn't help but look up often and smile at the little group. This was the perfect way to make the first announcement. She was struck once more at how lucky she was to have found the love of her life, the perfect friend, who's lover was the perfect friend for Rachyl, and to be expecting children she never thought she'd have. It amazed her, awed her, and humbled her. A small tear gathered at the corner of her eye and she removed it with a finger, hopefully with out being seen.
"So we're thinking of having a celebrate the babies party instead of a real actual shower. What do you guys think of a luau?"
Rachyl
17 years ago
A motion from the periphery of Rachyl's vision made her glance over at Meegan. She saw the designer's hand moving away from her eye; a peculiarly soft expression on her face. Had she teared up? Rachyl wasn't sure, but just the same, she felt a surge of love for the woman next to her.
When her lover asked their friends about the celebration they were planning, her stomach dropped. She busied herself instead with digging into her salad. She'd said her piece to Meegan; she didn't quite think it fair they hold a luau if the guests of honor couldn't fully attend, not to mention their incubator (ie Rachyl) couldn't fully participate either.
"Besides," Rachyl thought to herself, "Who wants to see a pregnant lady fall on her ass while trying to limbo?" She disguised a smirk behind her glass and continued slowly working her way through her salad.
When her lover asked their friends about the celebration they were planning, her stomach dropped. She busied herself instead with digging into her salad. She'd said her piece to Meegan; she didn't quite think it fair they hold a luau if the guests of honor couldn't fully attend, not to mention their incubator (ie Rachyl) couldn't fully participate either.
"Besides," Rachyl thought to herself, "Who wants to see a pregnant lady fall on her ass while trying to limbo?" She disguised a smirk behind her glass and continued slowly working her way through her salad.
Connie
17 years ago
Catching Meegan's motion and expression, Connie softly nudged her best friend under the table and gave her an understanding smile. The toasts and beautiful camaraderie around the table caused a rush of emotion inside Connie, too, and while she felt her eyes dampen and squint, she focused on the love of her life next to her and smiled widely.
She passed the bowls around to Rachyl, who immediately took a bite, chewing with a thoughtful look on her face while Meegan and Nyra scooped lettuce.
As Meegan mentioned the luau, Connie beamed as she finished a mouthful of the wonderful salad. "A luau sounds like an awful lot of fun. Do we get to have hula girls and surfer dudes as drink waiters? Or belly dancers? Oh oh and will we get lei'ed? I haven't gotten lei'ed in a long time." When she realized what she said, she covered her mouth with her hand momentarily and quickly tried to amend her comment. "You know what I mean, I haven't had a lei bestowed upon me in a long time. I got laid last niii... I'm shutting up now." Connie quickly speared a bundle of salad with her fork and put it into her mouth, chewing furiously, her cheeks and neck flushed.
She passed the bowls around to Rachyl, who immediately took a bite, chewing with a thoughtful look on her face while Meegan and Nyra scooped lettuce.
As Meegan mentioned the luau, Connie beamed as she finished a mouthful of the wonderful salad. "A luau sounds like an awful lot of fun. Do we get to have hula girls and surfer dudes as drink waiters? Or belly dancers? Oh oh and will we get lei'ed? I haven't gotten lei'ed in a long time." When she realized what she said, she covered her mouth with her hand momentarily and quickly tried to amend her comment. "You know what I mean, I haven't had a lei bestowed upon me in a long time. I got laid last niii... I'm shutting up now." Connie quickly speared a bundle of salad with her fork and put it into her mouth, chewing furiously, her cheeks and neck flushed.
Nyra
17 years ago
Nyra scooped out some of the greens and continued to build a salad until it was perfect. With a practiced swirl she added dressing and mixed it about with her fork. Her first bite was midair when Meegan dropped the 'no baby shower' idea. Connie's response gave her time to put the fork down, rather than wag it at their hosts full of veggies. Of course by the time Connie shut up Nyra wanted to wag it at her as well.
"I have done a bit of research on Baby Showers. I was actually looking forward to guessing Rachyl's circumference, how many Qtips are in the baby bottle and memorizing what baby items are in the basket. Along with cake and truly horrible punch."
One of Bertrand's hostess' had a daughter that was pregnant and had told Nyra all about her plans for the shower. It sounded quite fun to have a lacy, frilly, sugary party for the mom to be and gift the babies goodies for their first weeks or years. Some tropical party just did not sound as appropriate. Plus wasn't it held during the day? How would Connie attend? Nibbling on her salad, the artist pondered these things.
"I have done a bit of research on Baby Showers. I was actually looking forward to guessing Rachyl's circumference, how many Qtips are in the baby bottle and memorizing what baby items are in the basket. Along with cake and truly horrible punch."
One of Bertrand's hostess' had a daughter that was pregnant and had told Nyra all about her plans for the shower. It sounded quite fun to have a lacy, frilly, sugary party for the mom to be and gift the babies goodies for their first weeks or years. Some tropical party just did not sound as appropriate. Plus wasn't it held during the day? How would Connie attend? Nibbling on her salad, the artist pondered these things.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan couldn't help but chuckle at Nyra's take on the thing. She'd been to a baby shower or two just like that. Though she had no intention of anything approaching that to be held in her home for her daughters, it was endearing nonetheless. She speared tomato, lettuce and pepper with her fork and put the bite in her mouth giving her a moment to think before she spoke.
"The trouble with that sort of shower is that people bring gifts. I know..." She put her hands up to forestall comment, since she'd had this argument with Rachyl several times.. "I know that people like to buy things for expectant mothers and all that, but we have everything we could possibly need. I just want people to come and celebrate the coming birth with us, and a traditional baby shower will make people feel obligated to bring a gift and I don't want to have to be crass by telling them not to."
She gave Nyra and Rachyl an apologetic look and put another bite of salad in her mouth.
"The trouble with that sort of shower is that people bring gifts. I know..." She put her hands up to forestall comment, since she'd had this argument with Rachyl several times.. "I know that people like to buy things for expectant mothers and all that, but we have everything we could possibly need. I just want people to come and celebrate the coming birth with us, and a traditional baby shower will make people feel obligated to bring a gift and I don't want to have to be crass by telling them not to."
She gave Nyra and Rachyl an apologetic look and put another bite of salad in her mouth.
Connie
17 years ago
Connie picked her way through the parts of her salad that were not lettuce, slowly enjoying the tomatoes and peppers before focusing on the crinkled leaves.
Meegan's explanation of why they didn't need or want gifts to be brought was certainly understandable; Connie had a brief movie flash of Forrest Gump saying "We've got more money than God" and she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from laughing. The looks exchanged between Meegan and Rachyl gave her the impression this might have been one of the more hotly discussed topics of their recent pregnant weeks. She speared a bit of red onion in a side bowl as an idea came to her. "You could mention, though, in the invitation, that donations could be made to some baby charity in lieu of gifts. This says something philanthropic, something generous. The Childrens' Hospital was likely head over heels orgasmic over the benefit from your Charity Gala last year; while I'm sure they wouldn't mind another go, there's probably others in the city that would benefit, too."
Connie nibbled on the arc of onion and looked from one woman to the next, gauging the reaction of her suggestion.
Meegan's explanation of why they didn't need or want gifts to be brought was certainly understandable; Connie had a brief movie flash of Forrest Gump saying "We've got more money than God" and she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from laughing. The looks exchanged between Meegan and Rachyl gave her the impression this might have been one of the more hotly discussed topics of their recent pregnant weeks. She speared a bit of red onion in a side bowl as an idea came to her. "You could mention, though, in the invitation, that donations could be made to some baby charity in lieu of gifts. This says something philanthropic, something generous. The Childrens' Hospital was likely head over heels orgasmic over the benefit from your Charity Gala last year; while I'm sure they wouldn't mind another go, there's probably others in the city that would benefit, too."
Connie nibbled on the arc of onion and looked from one woman to the next, gauging the reaction of her suggestion.
Nyra
17 years ago
Picking through her bowl to find the perfect little tomato, she speared it easily on the cut side. All the veggies tasted so delicious but she savored each bite as if it were the best. The crisp snap of cucumber, the tangy moist tomato, the soft green of lettuce, and the sharp flavor of the dressing were in perfect harmony. Thinking about the information she gathered while enjoying her salad, suddenly a thought popped into her head. Fork with a chunk of bell pepper impaled upon the tines pointed at Meegan for a moment.
"Wait a minute! Barbara said a friend or family member was supposed to host the shower."
Realizing how rude it was to be pointing her fork at her hostess, Nyra quickly popped it into her mouth and chewed quickly. Politely putting her fork down she leaned forward with a frown furrowing her brows.
"A celebration party is wonderful but I still think someone else" Her gaze slid to Connie for a moment. "should host the shower. If you do not need nor want gifts then a donation set up is in order."
Her mind whirled over the details. She had been so looking forward to attending her first baby shower that she was loathe to let the concept go. Between the two of them, she and Connie, they could pull it off.
"Wait a minute! Barbara said a friend or family member was supposed to host the shower."
Realizing how rude it was to be pointing her fork at her hostess, Nyra quickly popped it into her mouth and chewed quickly. Politely putting her fork down she leaned forward with a frown furrowing her brows.
"A celebration party is wonderful but I still think someone else" Her gaze slid to Connie for a moment. "should host the shower. If you do not need nor want gifts then a donation set up is in order."
Her mind whirled over the details. She had been so looking forward to attending her first baby shower that she was loathe to let the concept go. Between the two of them, she and Connie, they could pull it off.
Connie
17 years ago
Connie caught Nyra's gaze; she had detected the excitement in her lover over the prospect of the baby shower, had endured nearly endless questions and internet searches as Nyra plied her for information. "If they truly want a shower, then I certainly wouldn't mind throwing one for them. They have to agree, though, because I'd rather not be decapitated for throwing one as a surprise, especially with their hectic schedule these past weeks."
Connie paused as she set down her fork and took a sip of her wine. "I would like to point out a more immediate concern... Doesn't Meegan have a grill to check?"
Connie paused as she set down her fork and took a sip of her wine. "I would like to point out a more immediate concern... Doesn't Meegan have a grill to check?"
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan knew when she was out-maneuvered. She should have known better than to think she could get away with the whole thing. It irritated her, but she really needed to get used to the idea of not always getting her own way. It was not going to be easy, especially since she'd been getting her own way for almost twenty-eight years. With a chuckle she put the last bite of salad into her mouth.
"I admit defeat! You may plan a shower."
Laughing she stood and picked up her bowl. As she passed by Nyra she gave her friend a kiss on the cheek and smiled at her. "And I'm sure it will be the best shower ever."
She took her bowl to the sink and glanced over at the timer on the fridge. "I have plenty of time before the squash is done, so I will go put the chicken on and while I do that. You guys can clean up from the salad and set the table in the sunroom."
She stacked the container with the chicken, the mushrooms, a large platter and a pair of tongs, and carted them to the door. A death defying balance act had her shoes on and the back door open. She set everything down and went about preparing the main course.
"I admit defeat! You may plan a shower."
Laughing she stood and picked up her bowl. As she passed by Nyra she gave her friend a kiss on the cheek and smiled at her. "And I'm sure it will be the best shower ever."
She took her bowl to the sink and glanced over at the timer on the fridge. "I have plenty of time before the squash is done, so I will go put the chicken on and while I do that. You guys can clean up from the salad and set the table in the sunroom."
She stacked the container with the chicken, the mushrooms, a large platter and a pair of tongs, and carted them to the door. A death defying balance act had her shoes on and the back door open. She set everything down and went about preparing the main course.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl beamed after hastily swallowing a mouthful of tomato at Meegan's reluctant acceptance of the inevitable.
She looked momentarily concerned with Meegan's weeverwavering while gathering her items to be cooked, but relaxed and looked back at Nyra and Connie after she left the kitchen. Gratitude was engraved on her face as she gushed thankfully, "Thank you SO much. You have no idea... she's completely serious when she says that we have everything we need but I had said the same thing as Nyra... I want a shower with goofy games and silly prizes and rainbows of decorations. Though, Connie, I admit, I hadn't thought of the donation idea. Very good call. I think that really appealed to her sense of philanthropy."
Rachyl looked down at her now-empty bowl and the completely obliterated salad in the center of the table. "Hmm. We obliterated that. Ah well." Sliding to the edge of her seat, Rachyl picked up the wide bowl and had stood halfway before squeaking and sitting down.
"OOh! That one was a bit of a surprise. They alternate. Olympics or martial arts or something. But once in a while one will give a solid kick and go zooming across my little ol' uterus." Rachyl placed her hand, palm flat, gently on her belly. A dreamy look overtook her surprised visage as she felt the movement of one of her growing daughters.
Looking over at Nyra and Connie from under her maternal spell, she offered, "Do you guys wanna feel?"
She looked momentarily concerned with Meegan's weeverwavering while gathering her items to be cooked, but relaxed and looked back at Nyra and Connie after she left the kitchen. Gratitude was engraved on her face as she gushed thankfully, "Thank you SO much. You have no idea... she's completely serious when she says that we have everything we need but I had said the same thing as Nyra... I want a shower with goofy games and silly prizes and rainbows of decorations. Though, Connie, I admit, I hadn't thought of the donation idea. Very good call. I think that really appealed to her sense of philanthropy."
Rachyl looked down at her now-empty bowl and the completely obliterated salad in the center of the table. "Hmm. We obliterated that. Ah well." Sliding to the edge of her seat, Rachyl picked up the wide bowl and had stood halfway before squeaking and sitting down.
"OOh! That one was a bit of a surprise. They alternate. Olympics or martial arts or something. But once in a while one will give a solid kick and go zooming across my little ol' uterus." Rachyl placed her hand, palm flat, gently on her belly. A dreamy look overtook her surprised visage as she felt the movement of one of her growing daughters.
Looking over at Nyra and Connie from under her maternal spell, she offered, "Do you guys wanna feel?"
Connie
17 years ago
Connie smiled mischievously; while she never claimed to be a manipulator of people, sometimes she was able to discern the special buttons to push to find the right tack to resolve a situation. Philanthropy seemed a strange Achilles' Heel for Meegan Masters; she always wanted to do more.
The raven-haired vampire was reaching into the salad bowl for a last chance at a cherry tomato when Rachyl suddenly squeaked and virtually collapsed into her chair. Concerned, Connie was nearly on her feet and ready to mentally catch the redhead if she were to fall, when the explanation came forth. "They're kicking? Right now? Well..." The offer to feel the activity of her lover's best friend (and her best friend's lover) was too tempting to ignore. A strange sense of maternal care welled up in Connie as she knelt before Rachyl and looked up at her friend, then over to Nyra for a moment, before resting the barest tip of her fingers against the indicated spot on her rounded belly.
When she felt the little flutter inside press against her, Connie's eyes widened as she looked up again at Rachyl. Glancing again at Nyra, she jerked her head as if to say "come on silly, get your butt over here" and gently lowered her hand's angle to rest her hand more fully against her abdomen. The slightest whisper could be heard from the accountant's lips, "That is just so amazing..."
The raven-haired vampire was reaching into the salad bowl for a last chance at a cherry tomato when Rachyl suddenly squeaked and virtually collapsed into her chair. Concerned, Connie was nearly on her feet and ready to mentally catch the redhead if she were to fall, when the explanation came forth. "They're kicking? Right now? Well..." The offer to feel the activity of her lover's best friend (and her best friend's lover) was too tempting to ignore. A strange sense of maternal care welled up in Connie as she knelt before Rachyl and looked up at her friend, then over to Nyra for a moment, before resting the barest tip of her fingers against the indicated spot on her rounded belly.
When she felt the little flutter inside press against her, Connie's eyes widened as she looked up again at Rachyl. Glancing again at Nyra, she jerked her head as if to say "come on silly, get your butt over here" and gently lowered her hand's angle to rest her hand more fully against her abdomen. The slightest whisper could be heard from the accountant's lips, "That is just so amazing..."
Nyra
17 years ago
At Connie's support and Meegan's surrender Nyra felt like bouncing. A happy smile graced her face and she vowed to make the party the best one ever. Of course never having attended one would mean a lot more of her research needed to be done but that was no problem. Grinning like a fool at Meegan's vote of confidence she tried to reassure her.
"It will be fun and we can donate lots to the Children's Hospital."
Turning her attention to chasing the last bell pepper and mushroom bit in her bowl the artist missed seeing the designer wobble and Rachyl flop down. At the exclamation though she looked up, pulled from her mental planning.
"Olympics? How do they have room for that?"
Watching Connie take the first touch, to feel the life kicking inside their friend, Nyra patiently waited her turn. It was awe inspiring really, cutesy party aside, to know that there was a baby growing inside her, two at that even. Leaning close enough she gently placed her hand on the bulgy belly and felt nothing for a moment before a fluttering under the skin had her pulling back quickly. Blinking at her friend she laughed, mostly at herself.
"Sorry, that frightened me for some silly reason."
Putting her hand back she waited patiently for another flutter but this time it was a firm kick near the tips of her fingers. Rather than try to chance the feeling she kept her hand lightly touching until she was rewarded with a slight flutter and solid thump under her palm.
"Wow." She breathed.
"It will be fun and we can donate lots to the Children's Hospital."
Turning her attention to chasing the last bell pepper and mushroom bit in her bowl the artist missed seeing the designer wobble and Rachyl flop down. At the exclamation though she looked up, pulled from her mental planning.
"Olympics? How do they have room for that?"
Watching Connie take the first touch, to feel the life kicking inside their friend, Nyra patiently waited her turn. It was awe inspiring really, cutesy party aside, to know that there was a baby growing inside her, two at that even. Leaning close enough she gently placed her hand on the bulgy belly and felt nothing for a moment before a fluttering under the skin had her pulling back quickly. Blinking at her friend she laughed, mostly at herself.
"Sorry, that frightened me for some silly reason."
Putting her hand back she waited patiently for another flutter but this time it was a firm kick near the tips of her fingers. Rather than try to chance the feeling she kept her hand lightly touching until she was rewarded with a slight flutter and solid thump under her palm.
"Wow." She breathed.
Rachyl
17 years ago
An almost serene expression floated on Rachyl's smiling face as she gazed down at her two friends experiencing, to a small extent, what she felt nearly twenty four hours a day. "It's okay, it surprised me the first, second, and five hundredth time, too. Still does. I can't quite lean against my belly or sleep on my back anymore, because one of them will invariably kick against my spine, and that just hurts. And as you can feel," she paused as she grunted under another sharp kick, "I stretch."
Brushing the sides of her belly near her friends' hands, Rachyl whispered, "Girls, meet your aunties. Auntie Connie, Auntie Nyra, meet the girls. I'm sure we can have more proper introductions once you two are out and about, but for now, I guess this can work." She giggled wispily.
"We'll wait til Meegan comes back in, to see if she wants to share names." Placing her hand near Connie and Nyra's, she sighed softly when the antics ceased. "If you don't mind, I should continue cleaning up."
Brushing the sides of her belly near her friends' hands, Rachyl whispered, "Girls, meet your aunties. Auntie Connie, Auntie Nyra, meet the girls. I'm sure we can have more proper introductions once you two are out and about, but for now, I guess this can work." She giggled wispily.
"We'll wait til Meegan comes back in, to see if she wants to share names." Placing her hand near Connie and Nyra's, she sighed softly when the antics ceased. "If you don't mind, I should continue cleaning up."
Connie
17 years ago
Connie giggled at the comment about Rachyl stretching. She'd seen the redhead go through so many changes in just the last eighteen months, losing weight then gaining girth as her daughters grew inside... It amazed her how the human body could adapt.
Wide-eyed at the introductions, Connie looked up at Rachyl, then to Nyra, smiling widely. Whispering, she admitted, "Auntie Connie. I think I like that."
She stood when Rachyl mentioned cleaning, then placed her hand on the mother-to-be's shoulder. "Nah, you don't. I'll do it."
Offering a hand to Nyra to help her lover to stand, she glanced out the back door and saw Meegan fidgeting with her meal pre. "Auntie Connie. I really do like the sound of that." Her mind wandered for a moment and she started giggling as her full name lodged itself into her thoughts. "Could you imagine them calling me Auntie Em? I'd die of laughter every time."
Wide-eyed at the introductions, Connie looked up at Rachyl, then to Nyra, smiling widely. Whispering, she admitted, "Auntie Connie. I think I like that."
She stood when Rachyl mentioned cleaning, then placed her hand on the mother-to-be's shoulder. "Nah, you don't. I'll do it."
Offering a hand to Nyra to help her lover to stand, she glanced out the back door and saw Meegan fidgeting with her meal pre. "Auntie Connie. I really do like the sound of that." Her mind wandered for a moment and she started giggling as her full name lodged itself into her thoughts. "Could you imagine them calling me Auntie Em? I'd die of laughter every time."
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan hummed a lullaby she was learning, softly to herself. It was a Diana Ross song, but the version she was learning was much simpler and didn't try and over extend her meager abilities, for she had no illusions about how badly she sang, but she figured babies just wanted music. She grew up with a nanny that sang to her often, and her mother had sung and hummed herself through life. She flipped the chicken and placed the mushrooms on the fire, and her humming became singing.
"Momma may have, Poppa may have, But God bless the child, That's got his own, That's got his own"
She stacked the mushroom dish into the empty chicken dish and set those on one of the porch chairs out of the way. "Money, you've got lots of friends, Crowdin' round the door, When it's gone and, Spendin' ends, They don't come no more"
She moved to the deck rail and looked out over the lawn. It was a lovely place for children to grow up, sloping lawn, trees to play hide and seek among and when they were older a place to take lovers for a private walk. She continued to sing her song as she watched her imagination put two little girls in the yard, one fair and one dark, like their mother's. ""Momma may have, Poppa may have, But God bless the child, That's got his own, That's got his own"
The phantom children giggle and laughed as they chased bubbles across the yard. Then showed bright excitement over finding what they were sure was the biggest egg, snow ball fights and arguments would be had out there and her mind wondered and glanced over them all. Behind her the chicken popped and sizzled and brought her back to reality.
Laughing at herself she turned the mushrooms over and began taking the squash packets off the grill and into the large dish she'd brought them out in. That done, she pulled the chicken off and placed it on one side of the divided platter she'd brought out. It would mean only one dish to wash and the meat and mushrooms stayed seperate. The mushrooms cafe off next and she smiled at her handiwork, then turned off the grill, tucked the tongs into the dirty marinade dishes and leaving them picked up the platter and squash dish and took them indoors.
She was still humming her song as she set her burden on the counter and went back outside for the dirty dishes. Once back inside she took her shoes off and smiled at Rachyl, Connie and Nyra. "You girl's hungry?"
She giggled at her use of bad grammar and went to the over to pull out Nyra's dish.
"Momma may have, Poppa may have, But God bless the child, That's got his own, That's got his own"
She stacked the mushroom dish into the empty chicken dish and set those on one of the porch chairs out of the way. "Money, you've got lots of friends, Crowdin' round the door, When it's gone and, Spendin' ends, They don't come no more"
She moved to the deck rail and looked out over the lawn. It was a lovely place for children to grow up, sloping lawn, trees to play hide and seek among and when they were older a place to take lovers for a private walk. She continued to sing her song as she watched her imagination put two little girls in the yard, one fair and one dark, like their mother's. ""Momma may have, Poppa may have, But God bless the child, That's got his own, That's got his own"
The phantom children giggle and laughed as they chased bubbles across the yard. Then showed bright excitement over finding what they were sure was the biggest egg, snow ball fights and arguments would be had out there and her mind wondered and glanced over them all. Behind her the chicken popped and sizzled and brought her back to reality.
Laughing at herself she turned the mushrooms over and began taking the squash packets off the grill and into the large dish she'd brought them out in. That done, she pulled the chicken off and placed it on one side of the divided platter she'd brought out. It would mean only one dish to wash and the meat and mushrooms stayed seperate. The mushrooms cafe off next and she smiled at her handiwork, then turned off the grill, tucked the tongs into the dirty marinade dishes and leaving them picked up the platter and squash dish and took them indoors.
She was still humming her song as she set her burden on the counter and went back outside for the dirty dishes. Once back inside she took her shoes off and smiled at Rachyl, Connie and Nyra. "You girl's hungry?"
She giggled at her use of bad grammar and went to the over to pull out Nyra's dish.
Nyra
17 years ago
Part awe and part curiosity had Nyra watching how Rachyl's body adapted to the babies inside her. The introduction was sweet and she smiled, though she thought Connie got a bit more amusement out of it than she did. Looking solemnly up at her friend she nodded.
"Thank you. As an only child I wont be an aunt really, but I promise to be a great adopted aunt to these little girls."
Blinking a bit to clear the emotion from her eyes she smiled sappily at her friend, hand still touching the kicking belly. At Connie's declaration of their willingness to do the minor clean up she patted the round tummy.
"No worries, we are more than happy to help."
With an exaggerated eye roll at her partner's antics she scooted out from the table and began moving bowls from to the sink. As Meegan came in and back out without anyone helping the poor thing even open the door, the artist nudged her hip into Connie's.
"You could get the door for her ya know." Since she was getting used to the hands free mode of certain things this seemed like a perfect application. Plus it may be enough to nudge her lover out of the silly daydream she appeared to be in. The last thought was accompanied by a soft smile rather than impatience. It was not often that she was the responsible one. Giving the salad bowls a quick rinse, so the dressing would not dry inside them, she smelled the lovely aroma of the mushrooms and squash. Tossing a comment towards the door she finally got around to answering Meegan's question, though she was not sure she heard it.
"The salad was lovely but this smells divine!"
"Thank you. As an only child I wont be an aunt really, but I promise to be a great adopted aunt to these little girls."
Blinking a bit to clear the emotion from her eyes she smiled sappily at her friend, hand still touching the kicking belly. At Connie's declaration of their willingness to do the minor clean up she patted the round tummy.
"No worries, we are more than happy to help."
With an exaggerated eye roll at her partner's antics she scooted out from the table and began moving bowls from to the sink. As Meegan came in and back out without anyone helping the poor thing even open the door, the artist nudged her hip into Connie's.
"You could get the door for her ya know." Since she was getting used to the hands free mode of certain things this seemed like a perfect application. Plus it may be enough to nudge her lover out of the silly daydream she appeared to be in. The last thought was accompanied by a soft smile rather than impatience. It was not often that she was the responsible one. Giving the salad bowls a quick rinse, so the dressing would not dry inside them, she smelled the lovely aroma of the mushrooms and squash. Tossing a comment towards the door she finally got around to answering Meegan's question, though she was not sure she heard it.
"The salad was lovely but this smells divine!"
Connie
17 years ago
Connie closed the door for Meegan with her hand - even though her first instinct had been to open it mentally - and returned to Nyra's side. "You may not have any blood sisters, Nyra, but Meegan and Rachyl would probably be two of the first to volunteer for the job - if there were openings - and with how much Rachyl means to you as your friend, I can't think she would want for any other aunties."
Turning a mischievous grin to Nyra at Meegan's question about being hungry, she responded, "I could eat a tofu horse!" She looked from green to green to hazel eyes and back, and hoped her joke wouldn't fall as flat as her "Auntie Em" witticism had.
Turning a mischievous grin to Nyra at Meegan's question about being hungry, she responded, "I could eat a tofu horse!" She looked from green to green to hazel eyes and back, and hoped her joke wouldn't fall as flat as her "Auntie Em" witticism had.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan had to press her lips together to keep from laughing at Connie's joke. "I am certain you will never run out of groaners Connie." Laughing she carried the dish from the oven to the sunroom door. This door was on a swinging hinge and could be propped open with one of those little kickstand things. Meegan did this before continuing into the room and the table in there. She turned to go back and get the rest of the dishes, but they were being carried, along with a stack of plates, napkins and silverware, by her friends and lover. Smiling she stepped aside and let them place their burdens on the table.
"Thanks!"
She left as Rachyl was setting the table to retrieve a pitcher of raspberry iced tea and four glasses. She poured the tea and set a glass at each place.
"Okay before we eat, one more question for the two of you." She gave her lover a knowing look and smiled at Rachyl's nod, then took the redhead's hand.
"Would you do us the honor of being godmothers to Abigail and Rebeccah?"
"Thanks!"
She left as Rachyl was setting the table to retrieve a pitcher of raspberry iced tea and four glasses. She poured the tea and set a glass at each place.
"Okay before we eat, one more question for the two of you." She gave her lover a knowing look and smiled at Rachyl's nod, then took the redhead's hand.
"Would you do us the honor of being godmothers to Abigail and Rebeccah?"
Nyra
17 years ago
Blinking quickly at the lovely sentiment Connie expressed about their friends made her smile and realize she was just as emotional as Rachyl probably was. Though she did not even have a good excuse except that this was such a monumental occasion. Of course the moment was soon washed away with her partner's next comment. With a short laugh, Nyra dropped her head in her hands shaking it vehemently.
"NO no no! No horses. Remember how badly the tofu turkey turned out?"
That cooking experiment failed miserably unfortunately. Even seasoning and mashing tofu before molding it into a vague birdlike shape ended with a bland tasteless meal that seemed permanently cold in the center no matter how long she cooked it. Of course the next idea that popped into her head was a horse cookie cutter making tofu to be broiled. That may work and she filed the thought away for next time.
Making her way back to the table she was shocked at the request. Quickly giving each one a hug she babbled her acceptance.
"Of course, those are beautiful names and we would be honored. Thank you so much. Oh drats you've made me cry."
Stepping back she mopped at the joyful tears with her fingers and looked happily at her lover then back to their two dear friends. This was turning out to be such a lovely and important evening.
"NO no no! No horses. Remember how badly the tofu turkey turned out?"
That cooking experiment failed miserably unfortunately. Even seasoning and mashing tofu before molding it into a vague birdlike shape ended with a bland tasteless meal that seemed permanently cold in the center no matter how long she cooked it. Of course the next idea that popped into her head was a horse cookie cutter making tofu to be broiled. That may work and she filed the thought away for next time.
Making her way back to the table she was shocked at the request. Quickly giving each one a hug she babbled her acceptance.
"Of course, those are beautiful names and we would be honored. Thank you so much. Oh drats you've made me cry."
Stepping back she mopped at the joyful tears with her fingers and looked happily at her lover then back to their two dear friends. This was turning out to be such a lovely and important evening.