forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"I'm glad you think so…. are you glad that you made it out?" The question was whispered, soft and hesitant.

Bailey crossed his arms, "Yes."

"What?" He whispered back, smiling.

"We're married," she mumbled against his neck.

"Mm.." He chuckled, "We are."

"And I'm pregnant."

John's face softened at the reminder. "Yes.."

"And I love you."

"Mm.." John's cheeks went rosy with happiness. "The gesture is wholeheartedly returned."

"I'm glad you think so…. are you glad that you made it out?" The question was whispered, soft and hesitant.

Bailey crossed his arms, "Yes."

“Good.” George smiled again, relief softening his features.

Bailey shut the window and sat back down on the couch. "I need to start looking at homes," he spoke. "Or learn how to build one."

George was surprised at the immediate panicked reaction his heart seemed to have to this statement. He leaned back against the wall, chewing on his lip. “Or….. you could just stay here..?”

He looked back at George. "You're sure you'd want that?"

He lifted one shoulder, feigning indifference. “I don’t mind. I’m alone in my own house, usually, so it’s nice to have someone…”

"You like my company?" Bailey smiled.

“Of course!” He sounded surprised that Bailey would think otherwise. “Do you like mine?”

"I appreciate it," was all he let on. But in the words of logistical commander, that was an equal reciprocation of gratitude.

George approached him and perched on the a of the sofa, beside him. “Glad to hear it.”

He flicked his eyes to the fireplace. At this time of year, it was dnagerous to go an hour without a fire. "I miss the summertime,"

George nodded. “I miss the spring.”

"What?" He whispered back, smiling.

"We're married," she mumbled against his neck.

"Mm.." He chuckled, "We are."

"And I'm pregnant."

John's face softened at the reminder. "Yes.."

"And I love you."

"Mm.." John's cheeks went rosy with happiness. "The gesture is wholeheartedly returned."

She lifted her head and kissed his lips in a long, lingering motion.

"If I remain living with you, I'd still like to build a house," he rubbed his hooked nose, "If anything to sell. Preferrably to live in, if you're not too attached to this one," he looked at George.

"What?" He whispered back, smiling.

"We're married," she mumbled against his neck.

"Mm.." He chuckled, "We are."

"And I'm pregnant."

John's face softened at the reminder. "Yes.."

"And I love you."

"Mm.." John's cheeks went rosy with happiness. "The gesture is wholeheartedly returned."

She lifted her head and kissed his lips in a long, lingering motion.

"Mau," John's cat complained from the floor. They were late to fill his bowl and he wasn't going to let that slide.

"If I remain living with you, I'd still like to build a house," he rubbed his hooked nose, "If anything to sell. Preferrably to live in, if you're not too attached to this one," he looked at George.

He was attached to his house, but he gave a small shrug.

Bailey sank back in the couch and closed his eyes. "Merry Christmas Eve,"

"Mau," John's cat complained from the floor. They were late to fill his bowl and he wasn't going to let that slide.

Jane moaned softly. "Boey…"

“Merry Christmas Eve,” he echoed, eyes sweeping over the other man’s features.

Bailey had his hands clasped over his stomach, looking so much more peaceful now than the first weeks he had lived here.

"Mau," John's cat complained from the floor. They were late to fill his bowl and he wasn't going to let that slide.

Jane moaned softly. "Boey…"

"Oh, I forgot to feed him," John sat up, "I'll be right back," he laughed.

Bailey had his hands clasped over his stomach, looking so much more peaceful now than the first weeks he had lived here.

He could feel heat rushing to his face and abruptly turned away, brows drawing together in confusion.

"Mau," John's cat complained from the floor. They were late to fill his bowl and he wasn't going to let that slide.

Jane moaned softly. "Boey…"

"Oh, I forgot to feed him," John sat up, "I'll be right back," he laughed.

"Noooo…." Jane complained playfully, reaching her arms out for him.

"Jane, I have to," John laughed, but let himself fall back down.

Bailey had his hands clasped over his stomach, looking so much more peaceful now than the first weeks he had lived here.

He could feel heat rushing to his face and abruptly turned away, brows drawing together in confusion.

Bailey opened his eyes. "I'd like a dog someday,"

His head turned again, drawn more by the suddenness of the comment. After a moment, he let a soft laugh escape him. “What kind of dog?”

"One of the smart dogs," Bailey smiled. "German shepard or a labrador, I think."

George smiled too. “A puppy?”

Bailey looked down, his smile widened a little. "Yeah."