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 Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2020 8:38 pm
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xx➺ Ɯнєяє Aм I? Home
xxx➺ Ɯнσ ιѕ Ɯιтн Mє? Wyatt, Dris and Puck
xxxx➺ Ɯнαт'ѕ Ɠσιηg Oη? Dinner Party
xxxxx➺ Ɯнαт'ѕ ιη Mу Hєαɗ? This is gonna be great!
Milo was putting the final touches of cleanliness on the house for the little family night he was hosting. It hadn't been his idea, but when Dris asked him to host a family dinner, Milo couldn't say no. Instead, he'd borrowed one of Nan's cookbooks and started a big roast in the slow cooker. He'd gotten fresh veggies from the farmer's market, which also led him to get a bunch of nice apples to make an apple pie. Why not, after all, several members of the party were from the states! Nothing more American than apple pie.... or something like that.
"Wyatt, honey, are you nearly ready? Guests will be here soon!" He hummed softly to himself, setting the table for everyone. He'd even made a nice salad! There was tea (of course) and a nice bottle of fancy wine (of double course) for drinks, and Milo figured maaaaaaybe Dris and Puck could partake of alcohol, but Laili and Nani probably ought not. Milo chuckled, realizing they probably wouldn't need alcohol for a fun night. Silly kids.
There was a knock on the door, startling Milo, but the door opened and he heard a very familiar voice call out. "We're here! Hope you don't mind we came a bit early!" Dris wandered in, happily inhaling the scents of dinner. He leaned over a bit and kissed the top of Puck's head, trying his very best to not accidentally spill the beans before everyone arrived. To be honest, it was going to be difficult. Especially when the tallest of the family was wrapped in a warm Milo hug. "Hey dad! Thanks a bunch for hosting tonight. Our place is a wee bit too small. We the first ones here?" Milo moved to hug Puck as well, grinning brightly as he stepped back. "Aw, you know I can't resist a dinner party! You're the first ones, come on in, make yourselves at home!"
I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ
I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴡᴇᴇᴛ sᴜʀʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀ. I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. Oᴏʜ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ I ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs, I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I'ᴅ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪss ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇsᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏ, I'ᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪss ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ
Lʏɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴍ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ's ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ
Tʜᴇɴ I ᴋɪss ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ Gᴏᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. Fᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ |
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2020 9:29 pm
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Dressed up to the eyes It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
Sαłeм'š Ałυм ▨ Mυggłeвøяи ▨ Tħeαтeя Aššıšтαит
☯⚝ϟ Puck was pretty excited for the dinner for two reasons, only one being the food. It was food, baby, and her new job in that order so, maybe three reasons but the new job thing wouldn't go into affect until after her maternity leave so there wasn't really a huge deal just yet. After confiding in Dris (read, getting jealous at his success of running the business of his dreams while he was stuck explaining that Hamilton wasn't fully canon American history and going off on him while he remained the helpful attentive horrendously sweet husband he was) when not working, she sent her resume out to get some feelers for it, both magical and not because you just never know and got a bite. It was a fledgling company but it was pretty much nearly everything she could want.
But before she could officially start her new life, she uh, started a new life. Debating her options for a bit, Puck decided to stay at the school just until her maternity leave was up and then send in her notice before fully committing to her other job. It would give her time to build up a nice nest egg and look up nursery ideas on pinterest when Dris couldn't hover over her shoulder like a well meaning bat. They did however agree to tell their families before the end of her first trimester and this dinner party would be the perfect way to do it. Everyone was still pretty hyped up about Laili and Nani's wedding happening in a few months, what's another little added dosage? Plus it was getting harder to explain to her mom that the pudge she was getting was not because of her stash of peanut butter cups.
Puck rolled her eyes as Dris announced their presence and at the kiss since really, he was going to blow this before tea at this pace but luckily Milo seemed more focused on gushing about the preparation than anything. "Maybe not too much though, we just got some of your summer stains out the living room carpet." Wyatt pointedly teased his son before grabbing him into a hug before trading and giving one to Puck as well. "I checked him myself before we left, he's relatively paint free. I think." she couldn't help adding with a small smirk. She nearly cackled at the father's weary sigh before taking up the offer and taking a seat in the living room. "My moms said they'd be a little late but I'm actually kinda surprised we beat the girls here." she mused remembering at the last minute to not place her hands over her stomach like she'd been prone to do of late.
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday
I'm in love |
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2020 9:58 am
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Abrams' House
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Puck, Dads, Laili and Nani
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Family Dinner
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? This family's a mess
Dris had been spending most of his time alternating between working and spending time with Puck, friends, family, and cats. And unfortunately, he discovered he was running out of energy very quickly. Luckily, lots of his days involved little couch naps to restore energy between being up and doing stuff. All the while, his life was blossoming. His wife - wife! - was pregnant, something he was genuinely excited for. Alright, so he hadn't been particularly excited with holding Puck's hair, but it was all part of the job. He also enjoyed the way she lit up whenever she got excited, which lately involved her new job. He was really excited for her, knowing her passion for theater. Sure, he could never participate beyond backstage, but he went to all of her shows as is. Now, when she was part of a more professional crew, he was excited to see where it went.
For now, he had to survive a big dinner with the family (minus Chanda and Quinn, both of whom were at school) without accidentally telling anyone they were expecting.... at least not until it was time. He chuckled when Wyatt teased him about stains, hugging his dad happily. Puck quickly noted that he was (relatively) paint free, claiming she'd checked him over herself. "Hey, I don't have any paint pots on me. Not like the first dinner with Puck's family.... Not to say I'm totally without, of course." He grinned, showing his teeth at Wyatt's sigh. "Yes, yes. We're more than used to artsy messes. And fuses being blown. This whole house is a wonderful mess!" Milo chuckled softly, then looked over at Puck as she mentioned her mums. "You're right. They're usually super early to events. Hopefully they'll be soon, since neither's messaged me yet. I think.... where's my phone?!"
Dris sighed at his dad's antics as he hurried to the kitchen to attempt to locate his missing cell. The tallest Abrams finally sat on the couch as well, wrapping Puck lovingly in a snuggle. Seconds later, the door chimed and Milo dropped.... something in his effort to get to the door somehow before it rang. "I got it! I'm coming!" Dris peeked over his shoulder to see Nani and Laili.... and what appeared to be a mass of colorful flowers. Of course. "Hi Mr Abrams! We brought flowers! They're set to bless the home and dinner!" In the living room, Dris nudged Puck, a loping grin on his face as he whispered into her ear. "But of course she brought flowers. What meal would be complete?"
At the door, Milo hugged the younger girls, mushing a loving smooch on Laili's forehead. "Come on in, my girls! Dris and Puck are already here, in the living room. Dinner's almost done, and Missus Hera and Nora should be any minute!" He sighed proudly, happy for everything coming together perfectly. "Why's my mum coming along?" Nani posed, looking confused. Why weren't both parents coming? Why just her mum? "Eh? Oh! Nora's Puck's mum's name too! Oh boy that'll be a hoot." Milo sighed, though this one sounded a bit more exasperated.
Dʀᴇssᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ Fʀɪᴅᴀʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇss ᴡʜᴏᴀ-ᴏʜ, I ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴡ
Aɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ I sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛɪᴇsᴛ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, sᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ!
Gᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ
Aɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ, ʙᴀʙʏ ᴄᴀɴ I ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ, sᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴅᴀᴍɴ, I ʜᴏᴘᴇ sᴏ
Nᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴜꜰꜰʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ
Sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ "I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs sᴏɴɢ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ɪᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ sᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅ"
Sʜᴇ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛs! Sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ sᴏɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʙᴇsᴛ sᴏɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ! |
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2020 10:33 am
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Oh, I think I've landed
In a world I hadn't seen
When I'm feeling ordinary
When I don't know what I mean
Oh, I think I've landed
Where there are miracles at work
»Owl Tʀᴀɪɴᴇʀ »Hᴜғғʟᴇᴘᴜғғ Aʟᴜᴍɴ
.¸¸.•´´¯`•Laili hadn't realized all that it took to plan an actual wedding when she'd been ring shopping for Nani and while she wouldn't change anything, she'd definitely make sure she was in better shape. Who knew it could be so exhausting! She was suddenly looking at Dris and Puck in an entirely new light as they never seemed, to her at least, too stressed when they had been planning theirs. She was entirely forever grateful for Nani's parents-her soon to be in laws!!-to allow them once again to use their gardens for the venue, especially in Winter. There were still smaller more personal details to be done but her brother had asked that she come to family dinner and seemed eager for them all to be there. Suspicion immediately followed but she would keep it close and instead helped her fiance (eeeeeeee!) carry her bouquets to her childhood home as they were greeted by her dad's. She saw Puck snort at something her brother said and made a face at the both of them. "I know you're still in your honeymoon phase and all but right before dinner? C'mon," she teased. "Remember these words when you and Nani have to both go to the bathroom for some unexplained reason." Puck retaliated with a raised eyebrow as Laili's face flushed brightly. "That was one time!" she exclaimed trying to hide her face while Wyatt couldn't decide whether to look exasperated or amused. Nora's slight mistake however soothed things over and she couldn't help but coo and press a kiss to her fiance's (eeeeeeeeee!) cheek calling her adorable.
"We're here! And we've brought wine!" Hera suddenly burst through the door which Laili supposes she forgot to lock after she came through, oops. "So sorry we're late doves, I got a bit sidetracked on a new project and poor Nora had to keep trying to pull me away from it." she wrapped an arm around her long-suffering wife.
"Please no one ask about it unless you want the entire night to somehow be filled with talks of conspiracy against the crown and whales. The animal, not the country." Nora gave another sigh as Puck chortled into Dris's shoulder from their place on the couch more than used to this side of her mom.
"Hmph. Everything smells amazing Milo, you truly outdid yourself. I'm not sure if this can be paired with whatever your main dish is, but it's an excellent dessert wine if I do say so myself." Hera produced a large honey colored wine to show Milo with a Sauternes label also pressing a kiss to his cheek while Nora did the same for Wyatt.
"It's no worries, you're the last to arrive so we can actually go and get seated. And he really did; outside of setting the table and helping clean up he did most of this himself." Wyatt bragged on his husband with a large grin.
Leave your broken windows open
And in the light just streams
And you get a head
A head full of dreams
You can see the change you want to
Be what you want to be
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2020 3:20 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Abrams' House
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Puck, Dads, Moms Laili and Nani
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Family Dinner
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? This family's a mess
Dris looked over at Laili when she commented on Puck's little snort. "Right before dinner? What do you think we're on about? In our family home?! For shame, Lils. For shame." He grinned, looking back over at the younger girls.. "Excited about your big day? It's coming up quick." This, he knew, would deflect attention away from the topic in his head. Just as he was about to comment on the mass of flowers, Nora and Hera hurried in. They quickly apologized for being late, but had brought wine, which, Dris knew, meant all was forgiven in Milo's eyes.
Milo, indeed, lit up at the idea of another type of wine. "Oh! It sounds lovely! We can have it with dessert! I have a nice blackberry wine from Nan for dinner." He grinned brightly, listening as the women discussed Hera's new project. He flushed a bit at the cheek kisses, then preened when Wyatt commented on dinner. "Yes indeed. We've got a nice cranberry pecan salad, followed by a good old-fashioned roast with veg, brown rice, and homemade rolls, then for dessert, a homemade apple pie.... for the yanks amongst us." He rested his hands on his hips, smiling brightly.
While they talked, Dris pushed himself to a stand, offering his hands to help Puck stand as well. They walked out, Dris happily hugging his little sister, then all the others. "I can't tell you enough how excited I am for this dinner. I've been waiting all week." The lanky boy pat his tummy, a bright smile on his lips. "That doesn't surprise me in the least. I made plenty, so any extra can be sent home with you." The man winked, reaching up to toussel his eldest child's hair. Dris frowned, fixing the strands, then sighing.
Dʀᴇssᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ Fʀɪᴅᴀʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇss ᴡʜᴏᴀ-ᴏʜ, I ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴡ
Aɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ I sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛɪᴇsᴛ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, sᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ!
Gᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ
Aɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ, ʙᴀʙʏ ᴄᴀɴ I ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ, sᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴅᴀᴍɴ, I ʜᴏᴘᴇ sᴏ
Nᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴜꜰꜰʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ
Sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ "I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs sᴏɴɢ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ɪᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ sᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅ"
Sʜᴇ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛs! Sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ sᴏɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʙᴇsᴛ sᴏɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ! |
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2020 5:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2020 9:45 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Abrams' House
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Puck, Dads, Moms Laili and Nani
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Family Dinner
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Of course it was me
Dris lifted an eyebrow toward his sister, wondering about her groaning. Perhaps she wasn't terribly ready for the proposed knot-tying? Well, she hadn't even been ready to propose, but Nani was either just smart enough... or just dumb enough that she found the engagement ring and started wearing it. What a perfectly Abrams-y couple they made. Almost as odd as both members of a couple proposing at the same damn time. While Milo was listing out food, Dris glanced over at Puck, swearing he heard a gurgle. He raised an eyebrow, hoping she wouldn't have a bubble of nausea anytime soon. Lately it had been after dinner, then in the mornings, so.... hopefully.
Dris sat in his favorite seat, making sure there was space for Puck to nestle beside him. He laughed at Puck trying to argue why she should get pie, and honestly Dris felt that as soon as their news came to light, Milo would overrule Wyatt's love of Americana. When everyone else joined, Dris gently massaged Puck's shoulder, grinning. "I'm so excited to eat. Everything sounds amazing." Nani smiled, straightening her dress as she moved. "I sure hope so. I've been working for hours! Salads first, and wine? Wine for everyone?" Without waiting for an answer, he hurried into the kitchen to pour out eight glasses.
Milo walked back to the dining area with 8 fancy glasses on a nice little serving tray. He handed one to Hera and Nora, then Laili and Nani, then Wyatt, plus one at his seat. Finally, he set one before Dris, then moved to set one in front of Puck. "NO!! She can't.... have..... one...." His words faltered out, a deep blush filling his cheeks. He locked into eye contact with Milo, who was building a wild smile. "Why ever can't she have a glass, dear son of mine?" The man's voice betrayed his excitement. Dris sighed softly, knowing he'd messed up already. Breaking eye contact, he looked over at Puck apologetically. "We're pregnant?"
Dʀᴇssᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ Fʀɪᴅᴀʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇss ᴡʜᴏᴀ-ᴏʜ, I ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴡ
Aɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ I sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛɪᴇsᴛ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, sᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ!
Gᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ
Aɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ, ʙᴀʙʏ ᴄᴀɴ I ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ, sᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴅᴀᴍɴ, I ʜᴏᴘᴇ sᴏ
Nᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴜꜰꜰʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ
Sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ "I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs sᴏɴɢ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ɪᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ sᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅ"
Sʜᴇ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛs! Sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ sᴏɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʙᴇsᴛ sᴏɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ! |
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2020 8:55 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2020 3:55 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Abrams' House
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Puck, Dads, Moms Laili and Nani
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Family Dinner
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Of course it was me
Dris awkwardly sat down, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks. Puck had dropped her head onto the table, and Dris honestly wished the floor would swallow him whole. Laili said she'd thought Puck was dying, causing Dris to slap his forehead. He was about to reply, pointing out that if his wife were dying, he certainly wouldn't have requested a dinner party for it. "Supposed to, yes. I panicked though. You know me." He sighed softly, sipping at his wine a bit.
Milo kept up his preening while Wyatt noted he had his suspicions. When Puck correctly guessed that they'd laid a bet, he grinned brightly. "Of course I knew. Do you know how many women, pregnant and otherwise, I grew up around? I knew it the moment I saw. She's glowing, can't you tell?" He was clearly quite excited, watching as his son wrapped an arm lovingly around Puck. "It's why they couldn't wait until Hols to tell us, she'll be quite far along by then. Oh!! Puck, lovely, you'll be pregnant at the wedding!" Milo clapped happily, cheering in his own little celebration.
Nani looked a bit surprised, glancing over at Laili. "Should we hold off, then? It'll be awful cold then, and if you're pregnant, I wouldn't want you catching ill." She tugged at her braid, a small frown on her face. "Don't worry, we've thought ahead. We'll be using warming charms and such to keep her toasty. And that's to assume the baby isn't early. That's a possibility too. For now, we're due mid-January." He grinned, pressing a loving kiss to Puck's cheek. "Well, alright. I'll make sure to incorporate gerbera... ooh! Or carnations. It'll be so pretty. And if we plant them now, they'll be in full bloom by time." She grinned, thinking her idea would be most beneficial.
Dʀᴇssᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ Fʀɪᴅᴀʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇss ᴡʜᴏᴀ-ᴏʜ, I ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴡ
Aɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ I sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛɪᴇsᴛ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, sᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ!
Gᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ
Aɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ, ʙᴀʙʏ ᴄᴀɴ I ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ, sᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴅᴀᴍɴ, I ʜᴏᴘᴇ sᴏ
Nᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴜꜰꜰʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ
Sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ "I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs sᴏɴɢ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ɪᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ sᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅ"
Sʜᴇ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛs! Sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ sᴏɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʙᴇsᴛ sᴏɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ! |
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2021 3:43 pm
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xx➺ Ɯнєяє Aм I? Home - Kitchen
xxx➺ Ɯнσ ιѕ Ɯιтн Mє? Wyatt.... somewhere
xxxx➺ Ɯнαт'ѕ Ɠσιηg Oη? Musicals and Driiiiinks~
xxxxx➺ Ɯнαт'ѕ ιη Mу Hєαɗ? It's gonna be a great day!
Milo was quite excited. They were hosting a few friends for a nice brunch date (complete with fancy drinks, prepared by himself) and of course, the best musical of all time. While finishing the cleaning of the living room, Milo sang one of the songs from the very musical. As Dancing Queen escaped him, the man happily started setting out things for their in-house bar. Of course, with Quinn in school, most of the things were already set out. He didn't need a repeat of the time Dris and Hikaru snuck over and got a little more than drunk. Luckily Milo and Wyatt came home from dinner in time to prevent alcohol poisoning that day. For now, everyone attending would be adults. Some of whom (Dris and Puck) had declined the invite to come over to drink and sing along. Shame on them. "Wyatt, are you ready? Guests should be arriving any tiiiiiiiime! I've already got the snack charcuterie board set up!" He whined from the kitchen, hoping his husband was actually in ear shot. Otherwise, he'd have to stalk off to find the man...
I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ
I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴡᴇᴇᴛ sᴜʀʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀ. I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. Oᴏʜ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ I ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs, I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I'ᴅ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪss ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇsᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏ, I'ᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪss ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ
Lʏɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴍ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ's ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ
Tʜᴇɴ I ᴋɪss ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ Gᴏᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. Fᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ |
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2021 6:53 pm
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Ariana Hawthorne-Wynters
Hufflepuff Alumna - Forty Seven - Halfblood - Songstress - Married - Mother
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((OOC: outfit in picture))
Ariana had been looking forward to the weekend all week. She and a few other friends were going to gather at Milo and Wyatt’s home for drinks and a musical, but not just any musical, Mamma Mia! She was excited to get drunk – nothing too crazy for an afternoon, but at least tipsy – and sing all of her favourite Abba songs with most of her favourite people. Unfortunately, her husband hadn’t been too big on joining these types of get togethers, and her daughter had said she and Colton had already made plans to go to Colton’s parents’ place. Once ready, Ariana had rushed outside to her Apparition Shed, or at least that was what she called it since that was all her family used it for, and teleported her way to the Abrams’ Home.
Suddenly, Ariana was standing in a yellowy-olive coloured room that she had recognized as Milo and Wyatt’s living room. “Hello, I’m here!” she called as she made her way into the kitchen, where she expected to find – and had found – Milo, who had been in the process of arranging a charcuterie board. “Where is everyone? Am I the first one?” Shocked, the songstress looked over at the clock to see that she was indeed fashionably late, but it seemed that everyone else had been as well. That was a first. “Guess I’d better start the party then!” she exclaimed before hugging Milo in greeting and grabbing a glass for her first drink. “Good to see you. Wow, everything looks so yummy,” she said as she eyed the colourful treats that sat on the bar.
❤ ♡ You showed me what it means to be happy ever after, in love forever
You gave me the key to all your love and all your pleasure, you're my treasure
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