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“Probably not, but who cares?” Sam grinned softly at her: “It is known comfort snake, to both Muggle and Wizards like. And ye know it. Don’t worry yer pretty head over it, Clary, yeh?”
“But I really dont need to eat anymore.” She whined, huffing shortly after which makes her fringe float for a second or two. “But its chocolate as well... Grr, you eat it for me.” She shoved a piece of chocolate into the boys face, not really sure on where she was aiming it.
“Do I really need to eat more chocolate? ... Why am I even questioning that? Of course I do.” But she’s going to feel guilty about it for the rest of the day. She already felt fat so she’s only going to feel worst after pigging out on lots of chocolate.
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"There are a handful of them, not too many, but a few," Forrest was running away from the Bully now. He lowered his gaze on hers and caught she was looking at him. Soft smile appeared at the edges of his mouth. He dipped his head and stole a a few pecks on her lips: "Most of them are newer ones. Like that movie….wait…what’s that movie called about Greek Mythology thingy?"
She smiled brightly at the slight touches to her lips and fluttered her eyelashes after he were done. Tender loving care and kisses always made her stomach flip and she would always feel butterflies no matter what. She hoped that she would always feel like that. "Greek Mythology? I can only think of one and I hope its not that one or me and you are going to fall out, Mister!"
"There are a few other movies I absolutely can’t stand. Do not worry, Clary, this is not one of them," He gave her a wink: "I can pay attention to other details aside from the story. Like how people lived in those days and how the history progress over the years."
"How you can hate films, i don't know but what are the movies you can't stand? I just thought you were a big softie and could see the good in everything - my whole life has been a lie!" She chuckled into his shirt, her eyes still watching the screen but ever now and again, they flicker to his face. It was like she still couldn't believe what she had or rather, what she was going to have.
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"I know, simple minded person. We need people like this in this world," Sam chuckled and turned to press a soft kiss on the top of Clary’s head: "My favourite part is the t-shirt bit." He laughed.
"You know what - I think you are right The world would be a better place if we did." She sighed softly and slowly wrapped her arm across his lower torso, her hold tight. "-... Aren't you sick of watching this movie? My mother use to think I was crazy 'cause I could recite scenes if any asked me too. She use to walk in on me watching it and shake her head whlst saying 'this film again? dear me Clarissa!' She smiled softly at the memory.Â
"What, when both of us had watched the movie more than a million times and can remember the line backwards?" He chuckled: "See, next he will be on that mighty long run to the coast and follow by a horde of people."
"That's beside the point! You wouldn't interrupt a singer during a song would you?" Her eyes flickered from him to the screens and she couldn't help but smile to herself at the voiceover that she could hear to that particular scene. "Look, he just want to run because he felt like it!"
He clicked his tongue with a feigned disappointed face. He reached up his hand and pinched her nose: “Damn, cheeky chick.”
She quirked a brow in his direction and softly whacked his hand away from her face. "Ah-Ah, no pinching my nose. There's no need to get all grumpy poos because I'm not allowing any wandering hands. You are lucky I'm allowing you to talk during the movie!" She grinned to herself as she got settled in the crook of his arm.
"Not even a gentle and considerate massage?" Sam wiggled his brow, smirking some: " Ouch, ye hurt me feeling, young lady. I am a fine gentleman and always make my move with yer consent, you know."
She couldn't help herself from pinching his cheeks with a grin. "You are so cute when you pretend to act all innocent. You forget that I was your best friend for some years before we got together. I know all of your tricks."
He saw her small face sadden at the mention of her father and nearly bite his tongue off for even talked about it: “….Ye will never know. He might change his mind once he see the baby, aye? No, it’s not a good time to tell him now, I agree. Later, some times after this move for sure.” He joked a little.
She was grateful for sam's attempt to lighten to sudden dampened atmosphere that accorded because of the mention of her father and she smiled softly, only going along with it because she knew it was for the best. "Well I should hope it would be after the movie. I must have watched this movie almost 50 times since the first time I saw it and I don't think anything could ever pull me away from it. That includes you too, Mister. No wandering hands tonight!!"
Sam chuckled as he picked up the remote and switched the television on. One of the many Muggle device they have here. It was far away from the Diagon Alley, so the magic did not effect the electricity that much. He flicked to the right channel and found the movie they were planning to watch, setting back with a sigh: “Boy and girl are both okay. It is our baby. Something marvelous and wonderful beyond any language.”
"Though….are ye going to let yer father know?"  He suddenly asked.
When she saw Sam reach for the control remote for the television, she began to make herself comfortable on Sam's lap, snuggling into the curve of his free arm and her legs over his with her feet on the arm of the sofa. Though she smiled sadly to herself at the mention of her father. She hadn't seen and really spoken to her father since the day she moved out to share the flat with Sam because she knew that her dad didn't really approve of her living with Sam but she supposed she had a reason to speak to him now.
"I have to. I can't keep it away from him but ... not yet. Not yet."
"I started to be much happier in my relationships when I realized that I can only control myself. That way, you don’t worry about people and don’t waste your time thinking, "What if he cheats on me?" You can’t control that. It’s like, if this person is going to betray me or deceive me, they’re going to do it regardless whether or not I’m texting him constantly or looking through him phone or being jealous. And once you realize that, then jealousy isn’t a factor. You’re just you, and you can live in the moment."
He chuckled, enjoying her sitting this close to him. Her scent was filling his nostrils: “Hmmph, it is a little too early, I must admit. Suppose we can wait for another month or two. I don’t mind having a girl, though. It will be quite adorable to have another miniature of ye running about the house.”
"Ye are amazing, ye know that? Have I told ye that before?"
She smiled softly as a finger idly fumbled around with the collar of his shirt before she found herself flattening it down. She was feeling so content and it was because of the very man before her. How was he hers to have and to hold for ever how long she can keep him for? " Â Â I don't know. I like the idea of having a boy with your golden brown eyes and that cheeky smile of yours."
At his compliment, she found her cheeks heating up and blushing a bright pink. She turned her head away from his in a bashful matter. "No I'm not. Be quiet. "
He watched her face lighten up for a simple cup of chocolate with an indulgent expression. He’d never get used to this. Clary, with him, and now having their baby. He had never been this happy. Not since that year in Hogwards.
"Ye mean ye don’t want to know?" He arched a brow: "Not even a teeny tiny bit?"
She hummed softly before she blew into the mug and took a small sip of the heavenly chocolate. He always made exactly how she liked it. Not too chocolatey but not too watered down either. "Well ... I suppose it would be nice to know but I think being surprised would be much more fun." She grinned, placing her drink down on the coffee table and abruptly moved so she was straddling him, legs either side and her hands placed on his shoulders. "I ... it's a bit early to be thinking about that now anyway, I mean we've only just found out!"
Sam laughed and waved his forefinger, summoning the hot chocolate covered with giant marshmallows in a large mug and handing it to her: “Here ye go. Now let’s go watch the movie, aye? All three of us, me and ye and the bub inside. We should try to see the crystal sometime to see if this one is a boy or girl.”
Once she saw the mug of hot chocolate, she squealed just ever so slightly and sat up. Sam always knew exactly how to make her feel happy, not that she wasn't but hot chocolate made her giddy. Hands wrapped tightly around the mug and she brought it close to her face so she could feel the heat flushing against her cheeks. "Oooh, yeah! but I think it would be nice to keep it a surprise?!"
