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lol, love this! I imagined it would be the confessor side who's lusting after Cara but this totally works too.

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Both Kahlans would be lusting after Cara. Naturally.

Edited Date: 2010-04-19 07:08 pm (UTC)

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“How about ‘Jafar’?”

Terri suppresses the urge to sigh. Abby is taking her role as co-name chooser very seriously and has brought her Disney Encyclopaedia over as source material. Quinn took great pleasure in informing Terri of this as she was dropping her off. Abby is currently sprawled on the carpet with the book while Emma and Terri occupy the couch.

“I don’t think we want to name the baby after an evil wizard, honey,” Emma explains, gently. “And she’s a girl.”

Abby nods, deep in thought. Terri rests her head on Emma’s shoulder, her hand cradling Emma’s baby bump protectively. They’ve been through a number of villains, fairies and woodland creatures, finding gentle excuses to say no to each of them.

Abby sighs.

“Maybe we should call my Uncle Finn, he’s a great namer,” she muses as she flips through the pages of the book.

Terri and Emma exchange a look. Finn helped Abby name her goldfish. The goldfish is called Fisherella.

“Yeah, maybe…if we can’t come up with a name by ourselves we’ll call Uncle Finn,” Emma agrees, leaning her head against Terri’s and bringing her hand up to cover the one on her belly.

Abby looks up at them sharply.

“You two haven’t had any ideas yet, I’ve had lots of ideas and all you’re doing is cuddling,” she huffs, clearly annoyed at having to do all the work.

“You’re right, sweetie,” Terri says, turning to Emma with raised eyebrows. “So, any ideas?”

Emma sighs. They’ve discussed this on a few occasions and it usually leads to a disagreement and one of them deciding that they should talk about it later. But time is moving on, as evidenced by her very prominent bump, and they can’t put it off forever. She shrugs.

“I still like Alexandra,” she says, waiting for the inevitable rebuttal.

“Nope,” Terri says, jovially. “Casey?”

“Absolutely not,” Emma retorts, equally happily.

Those are the first two they always disagree on.

“Rose?”

“New rule, no naming the baby after people from stupid movies,” Terri says.

“Fine,” Emma agrees. “Then don’t even bother suggesting ‘Gracie’ again.”

Terri rolls her eyes.

“I guess that’s fair,” she says.

Abby is watching them and shaking her head.

“You guys don’t have very good ideas,” she decides, going back to her book.

Terri sighs and pouts at Emma.

“We’re just gonna have to call her ‘The baby’,” she says, quietly. “Because we’re never gonna agree on anything.”

Emma bites her lip.

“There’s always the list of suggestions Rachel sent over,” she reminds Terri. “We never did finish reading it.”

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“Emma, the first two names on that list were Elphaba and Galinda,” Terri says, her face incredulous. “We didn’t need to read any further.”

Emma nods. In fairness, she had glanced through the list before Terri folded it back up and the majority of the names were from Broadway musicals or Barbra Streisand movies. She glances down at Abby, still flicking through the pages of her book.

“Maybe we should just go with whatever name Abby picks out next?” she suggests quietly to Terri. “Leave it completely to chance?”

“It’s rude to whisper, Memma,” Abby says without looking up from the book.

Terri stifles a laugh at Emma being scolded for her manners, while Emma blushes.

“You’re right sweetie, I’m sorry,” Emma says, nudging Terri.

Terri looks between Abby and Emma a few times before coming to a decision.

“Okay, but this isn’t legally binding,” she says, pointedly. “Okay Abby, we’re not having a lot of luck with our ideas. It’s your turn again.”

A grin splits Abby’s face.

“Good, cuz I have the bestest name ever this time.”

Both Terri and Emma draw in a breath in a mixture of dread and anticipation. Abby turns the book around, it’s on the page for ‘Beauty and the Beast’. Terri’s mouth drops open.

“We’re not calling the baby ‘Beast’!”

Abby frowns.

“No, silly! You should call her ‘Belle’.”

“Belle?”

Emma and Terri speak the name in unison, and find themselves smiling. Emma turns to Terri, taking her hand.

“I’ve always loved the name ‘Isabelle’” she admits, quietly.

“That was my Nana’s name,” Terri says, rubbing her thumb over the back of Emma’s hand.

“I know,” Emma says, looking into Terri’s eyes.

“Isabelle,” Terri says, testing the name out. “Yeah, I like it. I really like it.”

“But you’ll call her ‘Belle’, right?” Abby asks, obviously not as taken with the formal name as she is with the contraction.

Emma smiles down at her.

“Yes, we’ll call her Belle,” she assures the child. “Thank you, Abby. You really helped us out today.”

Abby nods seriously.

“That’s okay,” she says, turning back to her book, continuing to talk to herself. “I think maybe I’m a better namer than my Uncle Finn!”

Emma and Terri chuckle, their hands linking on Emma’s stomach again.

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Naw bb!!!!!! I love it! I also love that you threw in Alex and Casey ;)
Awww bb!!!! Ilytme!!!!

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:) Glad you like it, bb. ilytme2.

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Thanks :)

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OMG I totally missed this, I'm sorry! Kahlan's so right about Cara's facial expressions, and it amuses me how Cara can't even admit she wasn't listening. Loved it, thanks!

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:) Don't worry about it! I took ages to get round to writing it!!! Glad you liked it. Cara's face is a thing of wonder, I agree.

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Terri wedges her cellphone between her shoulder and her ear as she fumbles in her wallet for money. After a few rings, the phone is answered.

“Where are you? You finished work thirty minutes ago,” Emma snaps, without greeting or preamble.

Terri bites her tongue and counts to ten, reminding herself that Emma is very pregnant and probably very bored. She started her maternity leave the week before and hasn’t been coping well with being at home and resting. Terri had to hide all of the cleaning materials on the first day to ensure that Emma didn’t exert herself.

“I’m at the diner, sweetie,” she says, patiently. “I stopped off to get some apple pie for tonight’s dessert and I wondered if there was anything else you wanted me to pick up?”

There is silence on the other end of the line.

“Emma?” Terri prompts. “You still there?”

“Mmmhmm,” Emma responds in a small voice. “There is something you could pick up…if any of the waitresses are cute you should pick one of them up. Because I’m fat and ugly and ungrateful and you deserve someone way better. Someone who doesn’t bitch at you for being amazingly thoughtful and sweet.”

Terri closes her eyes and shakes her head affectionately. They’ve been through this a few times since Emma got pregnant.

“Honey, you’re not any of those things. You’re pregnant,” she says, slowly. “And you’re beautiful and I love you.”

She hears Emma sniffle.

“Don’t cry,” she says, feeling a lump form in her own throat at the sound. “I’ll be home soon, okay?”

“Okay,” Emma says. “I love you too.”

“I know, baby,” Terri says, picking up the pie and heading out to the car. “I’ll see you soon.”

*

“Honey, I’m home!”

Terri closes the door and heads straight into the kitchen where she deposits her purse and the pie. She moves through to the living room to find Emma struggling to get off the couch. She immediately goes to her, manoeuvring them both so that Terri is seated with Emma in her lap, Emma’s legs stretched out along the couch. One of Terri’s arms is securely around Emma’s back, the other hand resting lovingly on her baby bump. Emma buries her face in Terri’s hair.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Terri intercedes.

“You’re too nice to me,” Emma says, leaning her head against Terri’s.

“I know,” Terri agrees. “But I make up for it by being awful to everyone else.”

That earns a chortle from Emma and Terri squeezes her gently.

“So, you picked up pie, huh?” Emma says, sitting up a little and playing with the ends of Terri’s hair.

“Mmmhmm, but no waitresses.” Terri says with a wink. “I mean, I looked, but none of them were even half as cute as you.”

Emma rolls her eyes affectionately.

“You’re lucky I love you,” she says, leaning in for a kiss.

“Yes I am,” Terri agrees, just before their lips meet.

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Terri looks up from her book as Emma walks into the living room, eating a bowl of ice-cream. Terri's eyes stray to Emma's now prominent baby bump. Emma catches her eye and smiles, walking over to where Terri is lying on the couch.

“Want some?” she asks, holding up a spoonful.

Terri raises an eyebrow

“Really? The last time I stole a fry from your plate you almost broke my wrist," she says, eyeing the spoon warily.

Emma rolls her eyes and holds the spoon up to Terri's lips.

"I was a little cranky that day," she says, her lower lip sticking out slightly.

Terri takes hold of Emma's wrist and accepts the offered mouthful. She tugs gently on Emma's arm and she leans down for a brief kiss.

"Your lips are cold!" Terri says. "And you're allowed to be cranky, you're pregnant."

Emma smiles and turns to sit down next to Terri but Terri stops her.

"Wait!"

Emma looks over at her, confused. Terri stands up and gets behind Emma and starts running her hands over her belly. Both sides, on top, underneath; Emma almost feels like she's being measured for something.

"Sweetie...what are you doing?" she asks, leaning back into Terri anyway and continuing to eat her ice cream.

"Nothing," Terri says, quickly. "So...would you say your bump is more to the front, or sitting low?"

Emma smiles and shakes her head.

"Terri, we don't need to resort to old wives tales," she says, turning to place a cold kiss on Terri's cheek. "I know what the baby is."

Terri sighs.

"I know you know," she says, the pout clear in her voice.

"You could know too," Emma says gently. "You said you didn't want to."

"I know I did. And I don't. I want to be surprised," Terri says, leaning her chin on Emma's shoulder, swaying her back and forth slightly.

"You hate surprises," Emma says, reasonably.

"Well, I don't like big surprises. Like, I'd hate it if you had a baby without telling me we were expecting one," Terri says. "But I think I can handle this."

Emma refrains from mentioning how Terri searches the house every year before her birthday and Christmas because she can't bear the suspense. Emma sighs, putting her bowl on the coffee table and turning in Terri's arms. She smiles at her wife, loving the feel of Terri's arms around her with her bump between the two of them.

"Okay, I wasn't sure whether to tell you this or not," she begins, but Terri cuts her off.

"No! I don't wanna know!" she practically yells.

"No, I'm not going to tell you," Emma protests. "I just want to let you know that I've written down what the baby is on a piece of paper which is in an envelope in my underwear drawer. If you want to look, that's completely up to you. You don't have to tell me you've looked and I won't ask you. Fair?"

Terri frowns.

"Well, that's really going to test my willpower," she says, rubbing Emma's back.

"Which is better than you testing my patience with your constant attempts to guess," Emma says, drawing Terri in for a kiss.

*

Later, Emma comes out of the bathroom and climbs into bed, snuggling into Terri who's already there. She stretches her neck up for a kiss.

"'Night honey," Emma says.

"Yeah, 'night," Terri replies, reaching over to switch off the lamp next to the bed.

They lie in silence for a few moments, Emma's just about to drift off.

"So...I was thinking," Terri says, into the darkness. "We should go out tomorrow and buy some pink paint for the nursery."

Emma smirks.

"When did you look?" she asks.

“When you were in the bathroom,” Terri admits.

“You lasted longer than I expected,” Emma says, turning to press a kiss to Terri’s chest.

Terri scoots down the bed and rubs Emma’s baby bump, dropping a kiss on it. Emma’s hand comes up to run through her hair.

“Hey there little girl, I’m your Mama.”

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Stop making me miss them!

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She's had the worst day ever. Everything that possibly could go wrong, did go wrong. She had staff call in sick, inventory didn't get done, a kid fell into a display of snowglobes, the faucet sprung a leak and she needed to call a plumber, and to top it all off, the cash register was out by a hundred bucks at the end of the day. All she wants to do is go home, have a bath and go to bed, putting the damn day behind her.

She’s locking up when she hears a little voice from behind her.

“Mama!”

The smile’s already on her face as she turns around to find Emma walking towards her with Isabelle on her hip. The toddler is reaching out to her with a huge smile.

“Hey baby!” she cries, taking Isabelle from Emma and spinning her high in the air before bringing her down and kissing her head.

She turns to Emma.

“And hello to you too,” she says, accepting the kiss Emma offers.

“Hello,” Emma says, smiling warmly. “I thought we’d come down here and surprise you. We’re gonna take you for dinner and then we’re gonna take a walk.”

Emma wraps both arms around Terri’s bicep as they start to walk.

“I mean…unless you’re tired,” she says, looking at Terri and rubbing at the faint worry lines between her eyebrows. “You look tired…how was work?”

Terri looks from the baby in her arms to the woman by her side and smiles.

“Work was great. Let’s go eat.”

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Terri’s lying on the carpet, playing with Olivia’s toes. Emma’s sitting on the couch watching them, her bare feet resting on Terri’s lower back.

“And this little piggy had roast beef...that one’s me,” Terri’s saying, wiggling Olivia’s toes and making her giggle. “And this little piggy had none...that’s your mommy because she’s weird and doesn’t eat meat.”

Emma digs her heel into Terri’s back, causing Terri to glare over her shoulder at her. She turns back to the wide eyed two year old, squeezing her pinkie toe gently.

“And this little piggy was a teeny, weeny piggy...I think her name was Olivia...and she cried all the way home,” she finishes, tickling Olivia’s sides, making her scream in delight as Terri pulls her into a hug and kisses her blonde curls.

When she releases her the little girl bounces up and down.

“Again Mama, again, again!” she chants, clapping her hands.

Terri rolls her eyes.

“Livvy, this’ll be the fifteenth time we’ve done it,” she says, although Olivia has no concept of number and laughed just as hard on the fifteenth time as she did on the first.

Emma smiles as Terri starts the rhyme all over again. Her vision is drawn to the hallway, where a small figure, followed by a taller one are tiptoeing past the door. It’s not the first time, they’ve been back and forth a few times over the course of the evening.

“Girls,” she calls out. “What are you doing?”

After a few beats, two heads appear around the door, one blonde, one redhead.

“We’re just playing, Mommy,” Isabelle says, her big brown eyes the very picture of innocence.

Abby smirks and looks down at her feet. Emma quirks an eyebrow.

“Abby, is there something funny?” she asks.

Olivia, distracted from her game with Terri gets up and wanders over to the older girls, holding her arms up to Abby, who picks her up and looks at Emma.

“No, Memma, we’re just playing salons,” she manages, before a wicked grin that is the image of her mother’s spreads across her face. “Cuz ‘Belle wants to look pretty for her booooooyfrieeeeeend.”

Isabelle elbows Abby in the side.

“Shut up! I do not have a boyfriend,” she whines.

“You do too!” Abby protests. “It’s little Jimmy Jackson. I saw the two of you holding hands!”

There are tears welling in Isabelle’s eyes and she blinks them away, folding her arms across her chest and turning away from the others. Terri’s pushed herself into a sitting position and she can see that Abby’s about to take the subject further so she interjects.

“Okay Abby, that’s enough,” she says, the warning clear in her voice. “Can you please take Livvy into the kitchen and get her some grapes?”

Abby looks from Terri to Emma and decides it’s probably better for her to make a quick getaway.

“C’mon Livvy, Auntie Abby’s gonna get you some grapes,” she says, putting the toddler down and taking her hand, leading her out of the room.

...cont'd

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Terri’s on her feet now and she gently puts her hands on Isabelle’s shoulders, turning her around and urging her in the direction of the couch. Emma opens her arms and Isabelle walks into them, her head going to Emma’s shoulder, arms still crossed. Emma hugs her and Terri sits next to them, rubbing Isabelle’s back.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she mumbles. “He’s just a boy and he’s my friend. And that’s not the same. Abby’s just being mean.”

Emma and Terri exchange a look over Isabelle’s head. Emma draws back and lets her daughter stand up, rubbing her fists into her eyes.

“I think Abby’s just teasing you, sweetheart,” Emma says, gently. “But we’ll tell her to stop if it’s upsetting you, okay?”

“Mmnot upset,” Isabelle says, pouting.

“Okay honey, but we’ll tell her to stop anyway,” Terri says, pulling Isabelle towards her and letting her rest against her knee, her arms looped loosely around her waist. “And we know he’s not your boyfriend.”

“You’ve got plenty of time to have boyfriends when you’re older,” Emma says, pushing Isabelle’s bangs out of her eyes.

Terri shoots Emma a panicked look before turning to Isabelle.

“Yeah, well, I think Mommy means that forty’s probably a good age to start thinking about boyfriends,” she says and Isabelle giggles.

“You’re silly, Mama,” she says with a gap-toothed grin. She turns to Emma. “Isn’t she silly Mommy?”

“She sure is,” Emma agrees, bumping her shoulder against Terri’s and kissing her when she pouts.

Isabelle’s tears are seemingly forgotten and she pulls out of Terri’s arms to head into the kitchen with the other girls. She stops when she reaches the door and turns around, her face thoughtful. She looks at her parents for a few moments before she speaks.

“Anyway, maybe I’ll just get a girlfriend instead?” she says seriously.

Then she turns and scampers away, leaving Emma and Terri to look at each other and laugh.

“Jesus, someone should tell the poor kid that women are nothing but trouble,” Terri says, wrapping an arm around Emma’s shoulders as they both settle back on the couch.

Emma snuggles into Terri, snaking an arm across her stomach and laying her head on her shoulder.

“I should probably tell her,” Emma agrees. “I’ve got more experience in dealing with troublesome women than you have.”

Terri turns and presses a kiss against Emma’s forehead.

“Are you saying I’m trouble?” she asks, her voice amused.

“Absolutely,” Emma confirms, she lifts her head to smile at Terri. “And I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“Charmer,” Terri mumbles as she leans in for a kiss.

Just before their lips meet, Isabelle appears back in the doorway and they both turn to face her.

“What’s up, sweetie?” Terri asks.

“I just wanted to tell you that Abby and I are friends again,” Isabelle begins, seriously. “Cuz I told her that if she didn’t stop saying that Jimmy was my boyfriend, I’d tell you both about the time that Abby kissed one of the boys in her class on the lips for a dare.”

She smiles happily, not realising her mistake, and skips off to her bedroom. Emma looks over at Terri.

“Looks like we’re in for a fun conversation with Quinn tomorrow, huh?”

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No. I won't.

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BB, Ily! So much.

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You already know what I think of this one, but I'm gonna comment it anyway.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!!!!! I really love how Emma did it lol.

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Naaw, Terri. God love ya.

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;) ily2bb.

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Emma knows her bb well. ;)

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Terri is entirely adorbz. More people should realise this.

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