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osaki_nana_707) wrote2011-06-28 07:43 pm
osaki_nana_707) wrote2011-06-28 07:43 pm
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...and I'll try to write you a drabble if I can. I'm trying to get the juices flowing so I can get on some new fic for you guys.
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one day, after a passing comment from someone, arthur wonders if he and eames (having been in an established relationship for a while) are a family, if eames thinks they are, and if they're family enough to make it bigger with a kid or two. and more importantly, how he can ask eames any of these questions.
maybe? :)
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"So, you and Eames are quite the family now, huh," Arthur's sister, Angela, said.
"Family?" Arthur scoffed. "I hardly think the two of us qualify as such."
"Well, why not? A family lives under the same roof, loves and bickers with one another, and goes to visit other family members together on crazy stupid road trips where you get lost eleven times."
"We only got lost twice, and it was all Eames's fault--"
"I'm making a point, Arthur. Don't you think that qualifies as a family?"
"It's a little small, don't you think?" Arthur huffed, sipping at his glass, enjoying the breeze lilting through the oak trees. "I'm pretty sure most people would just consider us a couple."
"Maybe," she shrugged, and that was the end of it for her. She always did concede to Arthur before an argument could even start, and it was particularly frustrating when he wanted to argue. She always had the fact that she was older to win anything, but she never used it.
Still, it sat in Arthur's chest a little bit, at least to the point that that night when they were both crawling into his sister's guest bed, he couldn't even sleep.
"Is there a problem?" Eames asked lightly, nosing against Arthur's neck.
"Would you say that we're a family, Eames?" Arthur asked, expecting to be laughed at.
"You're the most family I've ever had, yes," Eames replied lightly, resting his chin on Arthur's shoulder.
"Don't you think that two people is a little small to be a family?" Arthur asked.
Eames sat up and stared at Arthur, holding back a smile with as much effort as he could (which apparently wasn't much because the corners were twitching). "Well, I was an orphan, so anything is good for me, but that's not what this is about, is it."
"What do you mean?" Arthur asked because of course that was what it was about! Why else would he have asked the question if...
"D'you want more?" Eames asked.
"More what?"
"Family. You know."
"What," Arthur snorted, "You mean like kids?"
A moment of silence passed between them where they just stared into each other's eyes and Arthur realized, yes, that was exactly what he meant.
"Oh... no, Eames, we couldn't do that... I mean... we couldn't with our work.... Could we?"
Arthur couldn't believe they were discussing such a thing. They really couldn't handle children when they were working in mind crime, they just couldn't.
Could they?
"Well, I mean, if you wanted..." Eames continued. "I mean, you and I both have enough money saved up that we could drop off of the grid for a little while. We could get a little place and... you know... do the domestic thing for a little while."
If he had asked Arthur that a year ago, Arthur would have rolled his eyes because really, how could they ever manage domesticity?...
...but now... the prospect seemed a little...
...well...
"Um... maybe we should talk about this in the morning... Let's uh... let's sleep on it."
"All right," Eames said, laying down, "but... for the record, I think you'd make an excellent father."
It wasn't until Eames was asleep that Arthur was able to squeak out a tiny, "You too."
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i love that line ^-^
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