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Post by Mystique on Jul 2, 2007 23:01:06 GMT -5
The afternoon was tentatively warm, and Mystique sat on a stone bench outside in the memorial gardens. She was staring blankly at the large memorial, glassy look a clear indicator that she was somewhere completely different mentally.
Charles had died...and risen. What if he couldn't do so again? She had to admit he wasn't exactly a spring chicken when it came to most first-time fathers...and she herself was almost half his age. And with her minute healing ability, she had no idea how much time that would give her. She was thirty-four, and she hadn't changed a day after twenty-three. She would treasure every moment, every day with him, but it still begged the question: How could she raise a child without him, if something happened?
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Post by The Man on Jul 2, 2007 23:12:29 GMT -5
::Xavier had been searching for Raven, to speak with her about furniture for the nursery. Finding her in the gardens, before the memorial to he, Scott, and Jean, he didn't need telepathy to know where her thought lay. He had similar fears, doubts, concerns.
He was old, growing older every day. Not only that, but he was handicapped, confined to this chair. Even if he were younger, he couldn't run with the child, or play most games. Fortunately, he could provide for her and their child, both in life, and afterward.
He remained behind her for a few long moments, giving her time with her thouhts. Finally, he interrupted.:: "Raven?"
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Post by Mystique on Jul 2, 2007 23:24:08 GMT -5
She started slightly, pulled from her thoughts. She turned, seeing Charles not too far off. "I'm sorry, were you looking for me?" She asked, trying to give a reassuring smile. Like she hadn't been thinking what she had.
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Post by The Man on Jul 4, 2007 0:44:31 GMT -5
::Xavier knew the smile was not true, both because of her thoughts and her expression. It was difficult to remain happy in this garden, before the memorials to the fallen. Particularly when looking at one, contemplating when he would fall again.
Wheeling towards he, he nodded slightly.:: "To discuss furniture, nothing more. Please, don't let me disturb you. And please, don't be disturbed by this."
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Post by Mystique on Jul 4, 2007 8:54:11 GMT -5
"Furniture?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "What about furniture?" She needed to stop making herself depressed, as it was such a depressing subject. She needn't dwell on it, at least for right now.
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Post by The Man on Jul 4, 2007 9:14:06 GMT -5
"Furniture for the nursery," ::Xavier clarified, wheeling closer to her. Distraction from her grim thoughts could be difficult.:: "I have a catalogue, so we could order some."
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Post by Mystique on Jul 5, 2007 0:08:11 GMT -5
"Oh, good," she said, standing up and wiping the dirt off her pants. She needed a distraction, but her mind couldn't pull away from her previous thoughts. She moved closer to Charles, taking his hand in hers, their fingers interlacing.
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Post by The Man on Jul 5, 2007 1:02:54 GMT -5
::Xavier lifted the catalogue from his lap, while his other hand curled around hers for support. Her thoughts beat loudly aganst his mind, and he wished nothing more than to distract her.:: "I circled the more basic items."
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Post by Mystique on Jul 5, 2007 1:10:14 GMT -5
She leaned over, looking at the items with interest. The catalogue had everything from cribs to rocking chairs to strollers, and she reached out to sift through the catalogue meticulously. She saw an item he didn't circle, and pointed to it. "This would be great for when you take the baby out," she said. It was a sling that went over the shoulder and secured the baby close to the person's chest.
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Post by The Man on Jul 5, 2007 22:48:26 GMT -5
::Xavier followed her finger to the item she had found. The sling was a more comfortable option, and far easier than trying to adapt a bicycle stroller to a wheelchair. It also would allow him to carry the child close to his heart, and without the need for assistance. Something to compensate for his limitation so that he could spend alone time with his child. He carefully creased the bottom of that page, so he would remembe to order it.:: "That is a wonderful find."
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Post by Mystique on Jul 5, 2007 22:55:30 GMT -5
"It is," she said softly, looking at the item description. "You can keep him or her close to your heart."
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Post by The Man on Jul 5, 2007 22:58:16 GMT -5
"Those were precisely my thoughts," ::Xavier replied, turning his head to meet her eyes, a soft smile on his lips.::
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Post by Mystique on Jul 5, 2007 23:24:05 GMT -5
She returned his smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "It has pockets for storing little necessities, and keeps your hands free," she said encouragingly. He wouldn't need help setting it up every time he wished to take the baby out, and it allowed him to be closer to the baby than if they had found some contraption to attach to his wheelchair.
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Post by The Man on Jul 6, 2007 8:01:11 GMT -5
"I like it," ::Xavier said with a nod of approval. He appreciated any contraption that would help with his limitation without calling attention to it. And the material for the sling looked comfortable for a newborn.::
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Post by Mystique on Jul 6, 2007 17:04:44 GMT -5
She noticed he creased the page, so he could return and look at it later. "Good, it will be one of the first baby things we'll get, then," she said. "Now what did you have in mind as far as cribs?"
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