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He was thinking of Mme. Bonacieux. For an apprentice Musketeer the young woman was almost an ideal of love. Pretty, mysterious, initiated in almost all the secrets of the court, which reflected such a charming gravity over her pleasing features, it might be surmised that she was not wholly unmoved; and this is an irresistible charm to novices in love.
"But the thing is that you need to eat. That monkey’s sucking the life out of you, quite literally, actually," Mitchell laughed at his own wittiness, but controlled the smirk on his face as he looked up to Gabrielle’s face. He thought he knew how big of a deal it was for her to gain weight and size like that, but at the same time he was painfully aware of exactly how clueless he was about what went on in Gabrielle’s head. Most of the time he didn’t mind, but whenever he was faced with the reality that their child would grow up and he couldn’t be there to see it, he hoped there was a way to just come clean. And then, when the thought passed, he’d feel sick about everything. He forced a smirk to his lips as Gabrielle dared him.
"If you would be so big that you’d take the entire bed, I doubt you’d make it upstairs. So, you’d be stuck on the sofa and I’d get the bed." Mitchell walked over to Gabrielle and went to stand behind her, pressing his lips to her neck; trailing a few kisses all the way up to her ear. "And for the record, I don’t mind moving a little to kiss you."
"I never said I was going to starve myself did I? I just, don’t see how I could starve by missing the odd breakfast or lunch given the size that I am now. But I’m not going to before you start yelling me again."
Gabrielle continued to put the last of the washing back into the woven basket on the table, folding them neatly on top one one another. Eventually realising she left Mitchell’s fingerless gloves on her hands. Pulling them off she instantly missed the warmth around her hands, that was until Mitchell had pressed himself against her back to pepper her neck with kisses.
"Yes well I mind Mitchell." She lets her head fall back a little, enjoying having close for once without something getting in the way. She couldn’t wait until she could sleep so close to him again. Or practically lying on top of him if you want to get technical. "And if I do get that big, your butt isn’t getting the bed all to yourself, your ass is going on the floor next to me."
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He laughed a little as a response and stroked Gabrielle’s hand with his thumb. He had the habit of jumping into conclusions, but at the same time he didn’t feel sorry for being concerned. Sometimes, he felt that Gabrielle’s need of independence in this matter made her not ask for help even when she was in actual need for it — especially now that the birth was so close, helping was what Mitchell wanted to do; he didn’t want to miss any of it. Lord only knew how desperately he’d cling onto these memories after she and their baby would be long gone. He needed good memories like humans needed oxygen — he’d choke and die in matter of seconds without them.
"Well come on, then," Mitchell laughed and heaved himself up from the floor, taking a hold of Gabrielle’s hands. He was still wearing his gloves — the green ones — but he could easily feel how warm Gabrielle’s skin was against his. "Now, are you hungry? Or this little sea monkey you’re carrying around?"
Grunting quietly as she was tugged up to standing Gabrielle had to take a brief second to balance herself. Unknowingly still holding on to Mitchell’s hands rather tightly. “I don’t think feeding me is going to help this enormous stomach of mine.” She huffed letting go of one of his hands to stroke up and down her shirt. She wasn’t shockingly big, not like some mothers she’d seen down at the hospital, but her tiny frame didn’t help with the way she looked. In her own head, she looked just as big, if not bigger than those other women.
"Soon I won’t fit through the door. Or take up all the space in the bed, then what are you going to do, huh?" Gabrielle whined with a pout. "Go on, try and kiss me without moving to the side or squishing my stomach in. I bet you can’t." She was already irritating herself, she couldn’t imagine how irritating she was to Mitchell. She was surprised he hadn’t given up by now. Anyone else would have.
"Well, Happy Birthday to me."
Gabrielle sighs looking around the dark and empty room. “Happy fucking birthday.”
Happy 25th birthday Gabriella Wilde
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