Gideon! Oh baby daddy, where are you?
We still have to name our little girl!
Have we named her yet? I’ve just been calling it a her for the past two days.
A baby? I got this project on lock.
Good, glad to hear it. I can get along with babies just fine, but umm… do you know how to change a diaper though? I feel like these are things I should know how to do, but I have no clue.
Yeah, of course I do! I had to learn because Molly shoves the kids over to Fabian and I when we’re home for holidays.
(Source: gidprew, via darlingmeadowes-closed)
A baby? I got this project on lock.
Wow, thank goodness you’re prepared for this Gideon! I babysat for a neighbor one time, if that counts for anything…
It counts. We’ll be alright, Meadowes. Should be a breeze.
(Source: gidprew, via darlingmeadowes-closed)
A baby? I got this project on lock.
Thank you Molly for popping out countless nephews.
Here, here, and here | Gideon
With the darkness of the house hiding her blush, Mary bent her knees in a deep curtsy, grinning up at Gideon as her fingers pinched the ends of the wrinkled oxford and pulled them out like a dress. Laughing quietly, she spun around once before standing back up, spine straight. “Oh you do, do you?” she matched his teasing tone, fingers curling lightly around his arm as she leaned gently into him, a small sigh escaping her lips that seemed to exude contentment. “Maybe I should just wear your clothes all of the time, they’re certainly more comfortable.” With a small shrug, Mary was able to nearly bury herself in the fabric, closing her eyes as the familiar scent filled her nostrils. “Mm, smells nice too.”
In a way, she almost detested how deeply such simple things of his could affect her. It wasn’t that long ago that her and Marlene had sat around and confessed that they both didn’t think they were cut out for those silly things called relationships. Somedays, Mary still wasn’t sure she was. But Gideon wasn’t simply her boyfriend or some shag. He wasn’t a hand to hold or a person to flaunt. Through it all, he’d became her best friend in a way. And certainly that didn’t count against her doubts in the whole institution of fairy tale relationships, did it? She shook off the thought, allowing her hand to slide down his arm and into the familiar comfort of his hand. Turning to skip backwards and pull him along —because really, when could she ever just be calm about anything?— she was struck with the sudden realization that this had so easily become one of the best nights of her life. It was perfect, all of it, and even if it hadn’t been she knew it still would have been amazing. He had a certain way of making her feel that way.
She continued on her backwards trek until reaching the stairs, at which she stopped promptly and gave him the most pathetic pair of puppy-dog eyes she had ever conjured. “Have I ever told you how incredible of a shag you are? And you know, sometimes that’s hard on a girl’s legs…” she let the words trail off, letting go of his hand as she clasped her own before her, rocking back and forth slowly on her feet, practically beaming up at him as her teeth sunk into her still-swollen bottom lip to control the smile. Besides, she thought it added to the whole innocent I-can’t-walk-up-the-stairs act.
Gideon watched Mary with a content smirk, his eyes absentmindedly looking her over as she spun. She looked better in the damn shirt than he ever would. Sex hair, pink tinged cheeks, and all. There was a point where he was sure he felt the three words for Mary, but decided to over look it. Saying them would be like setting off a bomb. Maybe he’d let her say it first. He honestly didn’t even know if they’d ever say it. Why was he still thinking about it? Instead, he occupied himself with the sight of Mary, and her teasing him. It was so easy to be distracted by her, and yet so easy for his mind to wander. “You look better in them, that’s for sure. And at least they’d be put to some sort of use,” Gideon teased right back, his shoulders lifting in a shrug.
Following the blonde towards the stairs, he gazed at her in amusement as she pouted, an eyebrow raising. Was she trying to guilt trip him into carrying her up the stairs? It was extremely difficult to resist her puppy dog eyes, though, and he found his resolve fading. Although, he probably would’ve carried her anyways. “Alright, Princess Mary. You’re far too convincing for me to even think about saying no,” Gideon chuckled, giving her a look, before bending slightly. Without any true effort, he grasped around her shoulders, and underneath her knees before lifting her off the floor. Holding her in his arms, he looked down at her with an amused expression. “I do believe that you’re just using me, so that you don’t have to walk up the stairs. Are you going to make a habit out of this? You use me for my bed too. I feel so used,” Gideon teased her with a small pout as he began the trek up the stairs.
Her weight really was no issue, and he found himself thanking Quidditch again for the strength. Looking around the dimly lit hallway that he had carried her to, he looked down to the blonde. “Where to, Ms. Macdonald? Where would you like to explore first?”
