Kay was not by nature an excessively romantic creature (though that was not to say she never had mushy moments at all). What she was more so was competitive, and lately she had been feeling a bit shown up.
When she had announced to him that she was knocked up, they'd gone through a very confusing period of time when Aaron had been way more into the idea than she'd thought he'd be, given their constant casual disdain -- up until that point -- for planning their futures or talking about serious things. It'd let to squabbles that had happened more out of confusion and crossed wires than any serious beef or ire, and then finally, in the last month, the pair of them had settled into the idea and started really getting their domestic on.
Scratch that: Aaron had really been getting his domestic on, and Kay had been reaping the benefits.
Only rarely before had she had mates who fell into the same category of attentiveness that he did. Even if he laced everything he did with snark and subtext, she'd long ago become a pro at reading his meaning and besides, words aside, he really had his game face on. He had found a lot of the furniture that had gone into the nursery; he had done a ton of prenatal information-gathering (much stuff that Kay already knew, but he still got mucho points for it); he had been going out of his way to make her comfortable physically and psychologically, although if she called him on it he laughed it off or made it a game of taunts.
In short, they weren't married and weren't likely to get married and yet here he was, being a stereotypically exceptional husband.
So she'd taken the opportunity to try and make a gesture of her own. He'd been working from home a lot in his pit of computers, but sometimes office visits were necessary, especially considering the big planning he was doing. She'd very recently cut back on her work hours given that she was now starting to show (barely; it really just looked like she'd eaten a lot at dinner, but all the time) and her work was mostly heavy lifting.
She'd often told him that she could cook but didn't like to, and he'd laughed at her for it. Well, they'd see who was laughing tonight. It was true she had a great deal of previous practice in the matter, accrued over several lifetimes of pre-takeout societies, and so she got fancy: thin steaks with wine sauce, risotto, roasted vegetables. Nice table settings in their still-pretty-bare dining room, a roaring fire in the fireplace (of course). Coffee waiting, the nice stuff.
Aaron would come home to a warm house, welcoming lights in the windows, and mouth-watering smells. Kay lazily circulating around their big kitchen, and then sauntering to meet him at the door, a tall cup of coffee, sweetened, cream, in each hand.
"Hey, gorgeous," she greeted, leaning against the doorjamb that led to the living room.
...#34. Irony~!
When she had announced to him that she was knocked up, they'd gone through a very confusing period of time when Aaron had been way more into the idea than she'd thought he'd be, given their constant casual disdain -- up until that point -- for planning their futures or talking about serious things. It'd let to squabbles that had happened more out of confusion and crossed wires than any serious beef or ire, and then finally, in the last month, the pair of them had settled into the idea and started really getting their domestic on.
Scratch that: Aaron had really been getting his domestic on, and Kay had been reaping the benefits.
Only rarely before had she had mates who fell into the same category of attentiveness that he did. Even if he laced everything he did with snark and subtext, she'd long ago become a pro at reading his meaning and besides, words aside, he really had his game face on. He had found a lot of the furniture that had gone into the nursery; he had done a ton of prenatal information-gathering (much stuff that Kay already knew, but he still got mucho points for it); he had been going out of his way to make her comfortable physically and psychologically, although if she called him on it he laughed it off or made it a game of taunts.
In short, they weren't married and weren't likely to get married and yet here he was, being a stereotypically exceptional husband.
So she'd taken the opportunity to try and make a gesture of her own. He'd been working from home a lot in his pit of computers, but sometimes office visits were necessary, especially considering the big planning he was doing. She'd very recently cut back on her work hours given that she was now starting to show (barely; it really just looked like she'd eaten a lot at dinner, but all the time) and her work was mostly heavy lifting.
She'd often told him that she could cook but didn't like to, and he'd laughed at her for it. Well, they'd see who was laughing tonight. It was true she had a great deal of previous practice in the matter, accrued over several lifetimes of pre-takeout societies, and so she got fancy: thin steaks with wine sauce, risotto, roasted vegetables. Nice table settings in their still-pretty-bare dining room, a roaring fire in the fireplace (of course). Coffee waiting, the nice stuff.
Aaron would come home to a warm house, welcoming lights in the windows, and mouth-watering smells. Kay lazily circulating around their big kitchen, and then sauntering to meet him at the door, a tall cup of coffee, sweetened, cream, in each hand.
"Hey, gorgeous," she greeted, leaning against the doorjamb that led to the living room.