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The closer Peggy is getting to the baby coming, the more she's working, in truth. It's like she's trying to shove everything in possible so she can take a few weeks off without too much guilt. So, tonight is the first night in a long time that her Aston Martin is pulling in the garage after Mickey's actually been put to bed. The engine is killed a few moments later and the sound of the side door opening into the kitchen can be heard. SHe's moving slow and sore, but still moving. She takes in a deep, relaxed breath of happiness at the simple scent of her home.
*
Sousa's hours aren't necessarily consistent either although there is certainly less international travel involved. He was able to relieve the nanny in time for Mickey's bath and a bedtime story, but sadly, not before dinner. He's closing the door to her bedroom even as Peggy enters the house. He's still in his work clothes from earlier in the day as he limps his way down to meet Peggy as she comes home.
"We left some dinner in the oven for you. It might be a little dry," is offered apologetically.
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"Food is food. I'll take anything right now. YOu just get home yourself?" Peggy asks, looking him up and down as she sees that he's still in his work clothing. She leans up and in for a kiss, her stomach rather well and separating them but she's learned to work around it. Then she's moving to grab a pot holder and pull whatever dish there is out of the oven.
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"Did you eat at all today?" is asked as Sousa returns the kiss and then goes to get a plate and silverware for her. "I got home maybe an hour ago. If I wanted a regular, 9-5 job, I should have gone to work in a Bank or something…" even though he has none of that experience. "I don't think we're meant to 'Keep Up with the Joneses'," is offered with a grin. Dinner seems to be some sort of chicken and vegetables in a savory sauce. "There's some rice too if you want."
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"Yes, plesae…" Though, at this point, this far along, Peggy's eyes are far bigger than her mouth. She'll dig in and half way through the dish realize there simply is no room left. Then she'll stow it in the fridge until about 3 am when she sneaks downstairs and eats the cold left overs. It's practically clockwork habit by now, and she did it with Mickey too. But now, she's still in the 'desperately starving' state. So she settles in at the table, nodding a thanks for utensils, and gives him a drowsy smile, "We're better than the Joneses. And I ate something… at lunch… and about four donuts, at some point. Don't judge me." SHe's only half teasing. digging into the first bite with a little moan…"…Did YOU eat?"
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Sousa tries not to grin widely as Peggy mentions what she's eaten. It's far better than before when she barely touched anything besides tea. "I'm not judging you at all. And yes, thank you, I did eat." He grabbed something as the nanny got Mickey ready for the bath. Then he let her go home and he took over.
He sits, however, and just keeps her company as she eats. "How many times did you save the world today?"
*
A small huff of a breath, "Probably not at all. Some strange report of… death and disease animals coming from the sky in Central Park? It's dealt with, but the new agents… SOmetimes it's hard to tell if they like to exaggerate or if things are real. Still, we'll keep an eye on it. Even a normal deer falling out of the sky would quite brain someone in the wrong spot." Peggy shifts in her chair, the sound of her high heels dropping onto the kitchen floor can be heard and then she's achingly moving her feet into his lap. Swollen in their stockings, Peggy's absolutely gotten to the point of being pregnant where there is no such thing as propriety.
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Sousa scoots his chair back a little so that he can reach and rub the feet that are now in his lap. He did it when she was pregnant with Mickey and he won't begrudge her with this one. "I'm wondering if we got calls about that." If it didn't get big, he probably wasn't made aware of it. Perks of being up towards the top? "Why are animals falling from the sky? Did you ever figure that out?"
*
"It may be Asgardian…someone was speaking that strange language and they seemed creatures of plague, or so I was told. I'm truly not certain and the agent on scene hasn't yet gotten good at taking notes." Peggy admits with an overly dramatic sigh. She takes another few bites of food, not entirely able to stop the groan that escapes from her throat as he rubs into the arch of her foot. "… I may have to retire the heels for a bit." That pains her to admit.
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Sousa's eyebrows lift and his hands pause in the foot rub, "I'm sorry, but they're not taking notes? How are they allowed in the field if they aren't taking notes? Reports are required…unless that's changed." He's no longer there, maybe it has? "No one would begrudge you for wearing flats. But they might be surprised that you're so much shorter suddenly."
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"I mean, he writes reports. He just… doesn't write them in the car on the way home like the rest of us yet. He turned in a report. It was simply messy. It's fine. That is how they learn." Peggy is, apparently, tired of yelling at people. Or, perhaps, she's just TIRED right now. She sinks deeper in the chair, fork poking at the chicken in front of her, toying with another bite that she knows she'll be miserable if she has.
*
There's a shake of his head but Daniel doesn't comment about the agent who doesn't write reports in a timely manner. "Good luck with that. I don't envy you…at least they have to go through a few more senior officers before I get to yell at them. By the time I get there, though, it's worse than desk duty for discipline…" he seems almost amused by that.
He notes Peggy playing with the food, "I can put the rest in the fridge for tomorrow…" knowing full well it'll be gone before then.
*
"You mean tonight?" Peggy states with a slight smirk and an arch of her brow. No reason stepping around it, though his attempt to be gracious about things was amusing. She almost takes a bite and sighs, finally just putting down her fork. "Yes…yes. Put it away before I make myself miserable. It was good, though. Very good." She gently pulls her feet off of his lap, trying to sit a bit straighter and look more awake, but she's warm and full now. Drowsiness follows fast.
*
Sousa gets up to wash his hands before handling the food. "I suppose you don't want any of the cupcakes that Mickey made today then?" with the nanny, of course. He teases a bit even as he wraps the food up and puts it away for later. While he's tired, he's not quite at her level of exhaustion, so he continues, "We should probably get the baby's room together." They might need to get all new things at this points. "And maybe think about names?"
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"…Names? THe room? I mean, we have… a month, right? THat's…time…" Peggy stammers out, completely bone tired right now, and mostly having convinced herself that a month is a very long time off and she doesn't need to rush and do all this now. She just worked all day. She achingly shifts back and out of the chair, moving for the cup cakes because of COURSE she's going to have one. Cupcakes, especially made by her daughter, get an extra heartburn is worth it pass.
*
"A month and we're both kind of busy…and I'd rather not have Howard put it together." He'd probably build some nuclear baby-changing table. "We don't need to do it now, but we should discuss things? Colors? Names…" and with a month left…anything goes.
Seeing her shift, Daniel gets the plate of cupcakes out of the fridge so that she can have her choice.
*
Peggy does pick one of the smaller ones, so she's not burping it up half the night, but cup cake in hand now, she lets him shut the door and just begins the slow waddle to and up the stairs. Between her this pregnant and he with the crutch, it's certainly not a race to the finish. "Mm… names…I'll give you names, tonight. We can discuss one thing, if that's the one thing you want… fine. But that's all my brain can handle." And she very well might fall asleep mid-discussion, but she'll give it a go.
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Sousa will make some decisions if Peggy isn't able to, at least about the room. It's far less permanent than a name. Maybe the nanny and Mickey can go shopping for things…it might be nice to have their daughter involved. "Names then," is offered as he follows Peggy up the stairs. It -is- a rather slow process, but he's there to break her fall should she fall backwards. "That rough, huh?"
*
She isn't going to fall, she's just tired and slow. "It was a long day. I am…" And it disgruntles Peggy to even say this, "…not as… Well, not quite so capable of them as I used to be." Peggy sighs, hating to admit that age and pregnancy is getting the best of her. SHe'd never put it directly like that, but she is slowing down. By the time they are moving for the bedroom, she's already unbuttoning her suit coat and tossing it across the chair, her shirt to soon follow. Then it's to the washroom for evening abulations. At least, for the first time. She'd be up three or four other times in the night. Darn children.
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Sousa picks up the jacket and blouse to hang up for Peggy even as she slips into the bathroom. He'll wait until she's done before going in himself even though he's not quite ready to go to bed. "Want me to stay in the Guest Room? That way I won't wake you up…" if he reads a bit before going to bed or even pulls out some work.
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It's about five minutes before she comes out, in just her house robe right now and a loose maternity slip. None of her dressing gowns really fit any more and are often too hot. She wanders over to the bed, sinking down with a low bit of a moan, both happy and sore, but officially being horizontal is a great step in the right direction. "…I'm more worried about waking *YOU* up…if you want a good night's sleep, dear… Go to the guest room. I thought you wanted to talk names, though?"
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Sousa smirks as he sits on the bed, "I do. But I'm not quite ready to go to sleep." He looks at his watch…it's not that late at all. He might even go downstairs to watch television before heading back to bed. He'll take off his shoes, however, and settle in on top of the covers for this conversation. "You don't keep me up too much." he offers…maybe telling a little white lie.
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A slightly skeptical arch comes to Peggy's brows as she curls over against him, letting him settle along side of her soft frame. Chances are, a few more minutes laying down like this, and the kid would start moving around. Their child generally likes to wake up as she's getting ready to sleep. "I know I keep you up. I'm sorry, love… Hell, I keep me up. It's got to be just as bad for you."
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Sousa reaches an arm out to wrap around Peggy's shoulders as she settles in beside him. "It brings back memories, that's for certain," but they were both a little younger then. "But I'd rather have you keeping me up than you not here at all." That's how he's looking at things now. It was a long, worriesome couple of months with her gone. "We're going to be kept up a lot longer soon, so…we can think of it as practice?"
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"Mm…or that one of us should catch up on our sleep." Peggy mutters quietly, sinking against him. In truth, she'll probably fall asleep within 20 minutes and not notice whatever choice he makes, at least until she's up again. But right now she's more than happy to curl up against him. Her free hand comes down, carefully grasping his outside palm to rest it against the upper left side of her stomach. There. Absolutely shifting, probably a heel being shoved into his hand, the baby still young enough to have room to move. And, sure enough, she ate and laid down, so it's time for the baby to wake up. "…Did you have names in mind, love?"
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There's a smile as he feels the baby move under his hand, "I have a feeling this one's going to be a handfull…" as if Mickey isn't one herself. It's a shame they can't both be on the same schedule. "I had some thoughts for names. Have you given any thought to it?" With their daughter, it was almost a no-brainer, although she was almost 'Michelle'.
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"…Inez, I was thinking, possibly, but I wouldn't want to make your other sister's mad…" Peggy admits with a tired bit of a chuckle, "…What about after your mother?" Peggy's family was honored with Mickey, she clearly thinks it's time to give a nod to his family.
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"What if it's a boy?" Sousa counters but he's actually pleased that she's thinking along those lines. "Frederick if it's a boy, maybe?" After his father? "My mother's name was Eva." He was the youngest of the siblings, so he remembers less of her than his sisters do. "I think either would tickle my father pink and my sisters would approve." Better than being told they need to have yet another girl to name for the other sister!
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"Mm… that was easy. Frederick or Eva. I like both of them…" Peggy isn't just saying this so she can sleep either. She clearly, always cared for Daniel's father, and the headache saved by not using his sister's names? That wins. Besides, they were lovely names. She leans up, pressing a warm kiss to his lips, "Love you…remind me of this in the morning. I may forget." And with that gentle, half asleep muttering, she tucks down into the pillow next to him. She'll be out within a few minutes.