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elifalvey · 2 years ago

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Elijah's heart momentarily clenched as she looked up at him with the big, brown doe eyes that were impossible for him to resist. As much as he wanted to keep Aslihan off of her feet, doing the least strenuous activities in the house in order to protect her and the baby, he knew realistically that he couldn't keep her away from everything. She'd get too damn bored planted in bed for the next few months, exhausting every activity he'd bring to her in record timing. Was it good for her body to relax? Yes, of course, but her mind was a completely different beast — one that he was still desperately trying to understand, at times. Honestly, he was surprised it had taken this long for her to get to the true begging stage, and he had no other choice really than to think about it. He wanted her safe physically, but also mentally as well. And with all of the strain that this pregnancy was putting on their minds to begin with, he didn't want to take any chances. "Fine, I guess I can't bubble wrap you and keep you on the couch forever," he said jokingly, "I promise, there's something else you can do . . . Actually, that box of decals, or whatever they're called, the ones we wanted to put up on the wall? I think they're downstairs right now, but I'm never gonna get them straight, if you wanted to put those up for me?" It wasn't much, at least for now, but it was something else other than the same repetitive task she'd been doing all afternoon.

Sparing a glance in Oliver's direction, the little gremlin looking far too happy to have pushed his father out of his space, Elijah shook his head. He loved his cats, he truly did — he just wished that sometimes they wouldn't be such cats, and they'd be able to have even a second of peace. The plants included. "Those two? Calm?" he pointed vaguely at Kemet in the doorway, who had him the most surprised by his lack of involvement in the commotion thus far. "That's a joke. I'm convinced they're just waiting for the right moment when it'll really piss me off, y'know? Eve's only sleeping up there to lure me into a false sense of security — Ol's the distraction, and Kemet's the mastermind. I'm telling you, it's a whole orchestrated thing." His hands were on his hips, speaking as if it were a factual statement. "And it's definitely not from me. They came like that." Though he cracked another smile as Aslihan reassured him that he'd put the furniture in the right spot, and he allowed himself to finally step away from it and met his girlfriend in the middle of the room again. His smile turned into full on laughter at her slip up. "Mhm, and I think that I've been here too long . . . unfortunately, baby, you've dug your grave with that one, now you've just got to lie in it. I'm definitely telling Atlas." He pressed a kiss to her temple, hopeful that he'd be forgiven for his slight act of betrayal. "You're fucking adorable though. Don't be pouty. I'll go grab that box from downstairs, yeah?"

He parted from her again with a grin, stepping over both Oliver and Kemet as he made his way out of the room. Without much thought, he went downstairs in search of the small box of wall décor that he mentioned before. It didn't take long to find, it having been sitting in the corner of the living area for the past few days while they tried to find the time to start this whole nursery project. So with a triumphant hum, he knelt over to pick it up. In the process, though, he heard a quiet thump of something hitting the floor and realized that something had fallen out of his pocket. He thought it to be his phone at first, but soon realized it was the other small, square shaped object he'd been holding onto all afternoon: a jewelry box, with three little necklace pendants inside. He stared at it for a quick second before he picked it up, opening it to ensure that nothing had been broken before he decided — fuck it. Instead of slipping it back into his pocket, he simply placed it amongst the box of décor and headed back upstairs with everything in tow. "Right, special delivery of something else to do, please make sure to tip your driver," he said as he walked into the room, placing the box on top of the dresser next to where Eve had been sleeping and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Everything you need should be in there, my love." ( @draslihanxfahri-bailey )

"Hey now," she warned playfully, yet couldn't stop herself from blushing profusely at his words. While she refused to admit it (yet), her boyfriend was right. If he wasn't here with her right now, she would've spent all day working on the nursery. Packing things up that isn't "baby-proof", getting rid of any furniture and moving it all herself, building the crib herself, decorating herself. Everything that was planned for the nursery and if Eli wasn't around, she would've done herself. So she couldn't blame him for keep an eye on her and ensuring that she stays on her best behaviour. Even if she does give him a little shit for it, as lovingly as possible. "Just... promise me that there are some things I can do instead of just packing up knick-knacks, please? Nothing strenuous, I promise. Just... something." The last thing she wanted to do was get antsy and stuck in her head after not getting to do much. Fortunately, though, Elijah knows how she can get. He knows how her mind can go from being utterly brilliant to being her greatest and worst villain. She knew that Elijah wouldn't allow her to get so stuck in her head and would do all he can to help her be busy and silence it. Though, admittedly, it was something that she was always worried about happening.

The anthropologist took a deep breath and held it for three second, slowly letting it out and trying to remember to stay calm. That she's okay. That she has Eli and everything will be okay, no matter what. She smiled amusingly as they talked about the cats, the brunette shaking her head as she chuckled. "And the plants would definitely be attacked... That poor rhaphi is still healing from the last time they rebelled against us." They truly can't win, which was both amusing and frustrating. Of course, the three little furballs simply need to look at her and she's ready to forgive them all for every single crime and sin they've committed. Lips pursing for a moment, she thought as she gathered up her hair and put it up in a messy bun. "I suppose as long as two of them remain calm and just have to maneuver around Oliver, we should be okay for a moment. Though I hope you realize they get their rascal-ness from you," she mused playfully before kissing his cheek. Asli watched him as he moved around. She thought to herself, a mental image of what she wanted the nursery to look like clear in her mind. She glanced around, trying to imagine everything, then looked back at him and the table. Nodding, she smiled before saying, "I promise, it's perfect. You read my mind, babe." Then again, it always seemed like he did. Even when they'd been just good friends, it always seemed like Elijah was able to see into her mind and know what she was feeling, what she was thinking, and everything in-between. "More like running," she chuckled, fingers tracing over her bump. "At this rate, it's as if she's already getting ready to become a soccer player---football! Football player! Oh my god..." She glanced up at her boyfriend with wide eyes and her slowly shaking her head. "Atlas cannot know I said that. I can't believe I said that... Is it too late to move to Cardiff?" ||📜@elifalvey

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