A glorious day.
And everything was going according to plan.
The smiles, the occasional gift, the attention paid.
The gentle touches, the warm looks, the rare, tender kiss.
The invitations, the dinners, the too-long nights.
The talking, the reassuring, the concern.
All of it had led to this.
A small dinner, one where he was adamant about the little leech...er, precious child, not attending. Offering instead to shuffle her off to one of those places where there was pizza, games, and people in mascot suits that probably smelled like a dumpster. A distraction, of sorts.
Oh, yes, he promised they would both go get her afterwards. After all, the leech had somehow taken a shine to him. Both of them were in the palm of his hand. One was carefully molded, the other was merely putty to play with. Diomed relished every moment of it.
So generous was he, that he had spared no expense at this dinner. Spared no expense on his outfit, black and silver and sapphire. Spared no expense on the finest silverware, food, and even the table and chairs were new.
"I wonder...if you have been thinking the same thing..." He began, delicately. To gauge interest and willingness. To calculate his next words carefully. "I mean...regarding possibly little Billie the chance to be an older sibling, somewhat?"
Everything, every last little thing,
Every single tiny microscopic little thing must go
According to plan.
Leopleuradon