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We'll be there with bells on, Miss Perry! All two and a half of us ;)

Hey Hun, just letting you know I need an answer on those tickets by Friday.

Talked to Charlie and he’s totally up for it! We’d love to be there!

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Hey, someone somewhere listens to every damn thing I say - they cling to my word like it's the goddamn gospel. :P Not to say that someone isn't absolutely insane, but they're out there somewhere, mark my words. ;P Besides I didn't say anything crazy exciting except that you're pregnant...gasp! What was that? 

Mila's pregnant! She's pregnant with my baby! 

Doubt anyone read that though so I guess it doesn't matter that I said it, huh? :P

I love you and you're the sexiest woman of my life - how's that for a title? Actually, more than sexiest. You're goddamn perfect and the mother of my unborn baby. If that doesn't make you sexier than hell I don't know what does.

Mmhmm. I knew that was why you decided to stick with me - my ass.

Your delusions are made even more pathetic by the fact that you think anyone actually listens to a damn thing you say. I’m the only one who probably read that. ;) 

I love you. More than anything. It’s really nothing special anyway. I’ve been called Sexiest Whatever of Whatever fucking year… and what’s it gotten me? I’m just a house for a parasite. That’s some fancy shit right there. ;) 

Though… to set the record straight… I gotta say I have to agree with their decision. I’m rather fond of you. You’ve got a great ass and a cute smile. 

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Charlie Hunnam - CALVIN KLEIN COLLECTION - Front Row - Milan Menswear Fashion Week Fall Winter 2015/2016 

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I do, actually. Incredibly fucking clever. Don't you? ;D

Ah see, and here I was worrying that that title was going to somehow go to my head and make me all arrogant. But I'm such a lucky son of a bitch. I've got this amazingly incredible girlfriend to keep my feet on the ground.

You think you’re so coy, don’t do? So fucking clever. 

And I can totally attest that he’s a fucking mess in the morning. Makeup hides the warts and he’s got dentures to hide the snaggle-tooth. Ugliest man alive. He’s got the world fooled. 

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Christ...finally back to LA after a long flight from Milan. I have to say, coming home to a crowd at the airport fussing at me about being named Sexiest Man of 2015 - which is entirely inaccurate if any of you people saw me first thing in the morning ;) - certainly made this trip interesting. Well, that and the fact that by technicality, Mila and I weren't alone on this venture...

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Ooh, baby, baby, it's a wild world...

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:-*

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Doctor, DOCTOR - gimme the news •• Chila

Mila: Bouts of nausea and tiredness aside, Mila still felt so... normal. It still baffled her that there was a baby growing inside her when she felt and looked like the same woman she had been only weeks before. Months before, even. And yet... she knew. There was no way to explain it, no logical reason behind it, but Mila just knew... Charlie could worry about the test all he wanted, but the brunette know with complete certainty that yes, she was pregnant. She was going to be a mother. She... was going to be... a mother. A mom. The caretaker of a tiny human that will come into the world a perfect blank slate, free from prejudice and hate. And it would be her job - and Charlie's - to teach him or her how to get by in a world that could be crazy and harsh and cruel, but also beautiful and surprising. It was a daunting task, but she felt... ready for it. Or at least excited for it. Mila looked up at Charlie as he spoke, her eyes sparkling with love and amusement. It was endearing to see him so worked up and excited over it. She had told him that he didn't need to come to this appointment. That it was mostly just to check to make sure her body was in good condition and to run some basic blood work. Along with confirming that she actually was pregnant - which she knew she was. But he had insisted, and Mila had no desire to try and persuade him otherwise. "Not ridiculous," she murmured, kissing his cheek again and snuggling just a bit closer to him. "But it's real. I know it is... I don't know how to explain it. I just... I know it's real. I'm pregnant and I... know it. I feel... different, and yet the same." Then she chuckled. "Not to mention that I've taken... multiple tests just to make sure. Remember, I knew before you did." She grinned, thinking back to the three tests she had taken before she ever even told Charlie. Every time he kissed her, her heart fluttered softly within her chest and Mila liked to think that somehow all that love and devotion would transfer to their baby. That as it grew, it would feel every flutter and every rush of happiness that she felt because of Charlie, and somehow that baby would be born fat and happy and filled with sunshine and love. Mila glanced over at a woman walking through the door that led back to the examination rooms. Their eyes caught for a second and Mila offered a small, polite smile before turning her attention back to Charlie, wanting to stay unnoticed as much as possible. She reached up and tucked a bit of hair behind his ear, then brushed her thumb along the scruff of beard that covered his chin. God... she loved him. More than anything or anyone she had ever loved before. Mila kissed him again, sweetly and chastely. "Names?" Her lips curved into a large smile as she laughed softly. "God, I'm just... trying to wrap my mind around it. And just sitting her wondering if it will be a boy or a girl. Why? ... Do you have any names you like?"

Charlie: His hand squeezed Mila's gently and a grin slipped over his lips as she confirmed what he was feeling; "I know it's real. I've never known something as strongly as I know this...I just want to hear someone else say it out loud I think," he chuckled - hoping she would understand that. There was just something about someone other than the two of them actually saying out loud 'you're expecting!' that he desperately wanted to hear. Charlie's eyes closed briefly when Mila brushed at his hair and reopened as he felt her thumb running along his facial hair - a smile twitching his lips at her touch. There was something comforting about that feeling that he loved. Maybe it was just that there was this feeling of intimacy that went along with it - no one else usually touched his facial hair - even the few times fans had asked to touch it, Charlie typically laughed but declined; telling them that was designated for one woman alone. It was something silly and ridiculous sure, but it was this one tiny thing that he just...wanted to keep for Mila alone. Well, aside from actual physical intimacy of course. But now, his thoughts ran to the baby growing inside her belly. Would their son or daughter play with that burly scruff of blonde hair on his chin? The man roused himself from his own thoughts and raised his eyebrows to his girlfriend; "Any names I like? Well, I mean - if it's a boy - we'll obviously have to name him Bartholomew Maxwell Huntington Hunnam the third," he leaned closer to Mila - a dead serious expression on his features; "After my great-grandfather. And if we have a girl, she'll need to be named Desdemona Priscilla-Mae Hunnam...after my old childhood cat." Charlie maintained a stoney somber expression for all of...maybe thirteen seconds before a deep and heavy chuckle shook his shoulders. He leaned over to press a light kiss to Mila's lips and then another to her forehead before sitting back in his seat and grinning at her; "You actually thought I was serious for a second there - admit it!" Another bout of laughter shook him and he grinned at his girlfriend, squeezing her hand; "Nah, I didn't even start thinking about that stuff yet. I mean...I don't even know if when we get the chance if I want to know the sex of the baby or not," he lifted Mila's hand to kiss her knuckles lightly once again. "You have any instinctual...mother-feelings about that? Boy...girl?"

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Breathtaking. <3

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Doctor, DOCTOR - gimme the news •• Chila

Mila: She had always seen moments like this in the movies. Whether at the beginning of the pregnancy or days before birth, there was always this incredible sense of calm that settled over the woman while the father - assuming, of course, he was around - rattled around frenetically. Not to say that there weren't moments where she wasn't completely freaked out that she might be a terrible mother. And she knew those fears would not easily be calmed and that there would be plenty of times where she would feel overwhelmingly nervous. But that was natural. And most mothers, it seemed, dealt with it well enough. Mood swings. Overeating. But still significantly calmer than the fathers. This was the mood that Mila felt as they sat down in the waiting room. Charlie's knee was bouncing up and down like a quiet jackhammer. Mila watched everyone come and go - nurses and patients, paperwork and cellphone. A few tears. More smiles. All she wanted was to not be noticed. If there was any time in which she hated being so much in the public eye, it was now. This was a moment between her and Charlie and she wanted desperately to keep it just between them. To allow this secret, this moment of perfect happiness to stay between them and no one else. Leaning against him, Mila rested her cheek against his shoulder, her mind racing with thoughts about impending motherhood. Would it be a boy or a girl? What did Charlie want? WOULD she be a good mother? She was excited about the baby and the future that lay before her and Charlie, but would she even be decent at it? Charlie's fingers slipped between her own and Mila smiled softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Excited," she murmured, her eyes studying his face. "Happy and excited, but not looking forward to the shit the doctor's gonna have to do." Mila chuckled, kissing Charlie sweetly. "You nervous? It's going to be okay," she continued with a grin.

Charlie: Since he could remember, the idea of being a father was something that had excited him. Well, no, that wasn't true. It was really since working with the babies on Sons. Before that it had been more of a; 'Woo, I can be fun Uncle Charlie' type situation. He wanted to just enjoy the fun aspects of kids and then hand them back over to their parents as soon as shit started going downhill. It wasn't until the last year or so that he truly started to look at his life - and then the lives of those close to him with children that he began to really realise that there were absolutely things that were missing. He had all he could want when it came to his lifestyle and career, but he still wasn't entirely satisfied. Then he found Mila and found himself feeling as though things were finally really falling into place. But it hadn't been until he'd watched her with little Iva that it officially hit him what the final piece of this puzzle of life was that he was missing. Family. He was missing a family of his own. And goddamn did he want it. He wanted it so bad he couldn't stand it and it wasn't just that he wanted a family. He wanted a family with MILA. That was what mattered most to him. He didn't just want to have children and be satisfied with that. He wanted to have children with the one person he absolutely loved to death in this world and that person happened to be seated right beside him with his growing baby in her belly. The very thought had a warm rush of emotions flooding through his veins and he lifted their twined fingers to his face so he could brush his lips lightly over her knuckles - pulling back to receive a sweet little peck from her. A chuckle bounced through him when she asked about his nerves and he forced his leg to stop bouncing up and down. "Nervous? Nah, not nervous," a grin was flashed at her; "Anxious is really what it is. I want to hear the doctor actually confirm it. It'll feel more...real when that happens. I know it's real now. I know it in my heart but I think this tiny voice is in the back of my head telling me maybe the test was somehow wrong." He shook his head and laughed again; "Ridiculous, huh?" Charlie leaned over to kiss her and then sat back, forcing himself to relax a little. Thankfully it seemed nobody had really caught sight of them. Well, no, that wasn't true. More than a few women and their partners had glanced their direction with those wondering 'is that who I think it is?' type expressions, but the man was relieved nobody had actually acted on those curiosities. HIs eyes shifted back to Mila and he smiled at her; "You got any names bouncin' round in that head of yours?"

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Doctor, DOCTOR - gimme the news •• Chila

Charlie: The man's leg jiggled up and down, up and down, up and down - an anxious twitch as his hands folded and unfolded in across his lap in a restless fashion. The appointment wasn't for another ten minutes but...come on! They were here! Mila was checked in and they were here! Shouldn't they already be back in an examination room by now with the doctor doing...whatever it was that doctor's did to determine if a woman was pregnant or not? Charlie imagined it had something to do with blood and likely some...poking around in the female anatomy that he didn't particularly want to think about but hey, that was part of pregnancy, right? Inwardly, the man sent up a brief thank you to the gods of pregnancy that women carried babies and not men. A slightly anxious huff of a breath passed through his lips and Charlie shifted the way he sat in the office chair, glancing over to Mila who looked as calm and collected as he had ever seen her. How the hell did she do that? He knew his girlfriend. She HAD to be absolutely freaking out right about now but there she sat - stoic and calm as could be. Hell, someone passing by them right now might think she was simply here for some routine sort of thing...then all they had to do was take a glance to Charlie to confirm otherwise but at least Mila was doing a decent job of keeping herself together. It wasn't that he was nervous or worried about being a father. Nope. Charlie was thrilled. Beyond thrilled. He was fucking elated! It was more that he just...wanted that absolute confirmation from a doctor. A little stick showing two pink lines just didn't feel like enough information and although he was already believing it and beyond thrilled, he was genuinely TRYING not to let himself get TOO hyped up just yet because what if the at-home test had been inaccurate? No. He refused to believe that. A calming breath was drawn in and slowly released and Charlie reached a hand over to twine his fingers with Mila's; "You excited or scared?" A smile touched his lips and he leaned over to press a kiss to the side of her head.

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I'm absolutely over the goddamn moon, Jenn! It feels unreal! She told me on New Year's Eve and I think I shouted loud enough that my mum heard it over in England, hahah. It's incredible. We had talked about it, you knew that, but I didn't think it would actually happen for at least a few months! She's a little over 10 weeks so we're still incredibly early but I have to tell you, I am absolutely losing my mind keeping my mouth shut over here!

...if you believed that for even a second you deserved to be tricked. :P

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Oh plllllease. I actually want to toy with you now just to watch you try and take me. Hahaha. But alright, alright. I need to tell someone and you're the perfect candidate...SHE'S PREGNANT! She's actually pregnant! We did it! I'm a daddy, Jen! :D

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Maybe I'm just deeply concerned about my cholesterol and decided a sonogram was the best method of finding out how I'm doing, hmm? ;) Or maybe Mila's belly is looking particularly full the last few weeks. One of those two options...

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Oh yeah? Is that what you think, Ms. Coleman? :D

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Hmm...this doctor's appointment could be interesting... ;)