14487/A Belated Birthday

A Belated Birthday
Date of Scene:	23 March 2023
Location:	Industrial Apartment
Synopsis:	Never mess with a pregnant ladies cake!
Cast of Characters:	Micola Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

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Micola Maximoff has posed:
Spring was here!

So was Micola's birthday!

Or well, that was Tuesday, but business had kept them from celebrating it. Plus cake had been making Micola nauseous and it was UPSETTING. But today it was fine. She'd obtained the desired dessert and was perched at the island in the kitchen looking like she might just take a fork and start eatting it. Which wouldn't be good. She was dressed in loose fitting jeans and a larger t-shirt given the baby bump was getting bigger. "Mom got us a ton of books and things. I think she's worried that you're running out of things to read my love." she muses to Pietro as she gets plates down. "You want ice cream as well?" she asks her husband.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
He'd been doing some work on Tuesday as well, so it was good that they could celebrate the next day! All sorts of running around, literally - and he made quick work of it. Pietro usually does, after all. As she was lurking over the cake, he'd quickly set down her present on the table. "Ice cream would be fantastic, Micola. Did you want me to get it? I can do the servings, it is your birthday celebration after all." He grins.

He's up and behind her, giving her a gentle hug - a hand moving to brush over the baby bump. It was still surreal to the man, that he was to be a father. "I am glad you're feeling better. And your mother is a saint. More books are always welcome." He admits, helping with the cake, as needed.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola's hazel gaze goes over to the present that appears at high speeds. She then quirks her eyebrow at her husband, "You really didn't have to get me anything." she tells him with a soft smile. "If you want to get ice cream go for it." she tells him before she leans over to kiss his cheek. "Serving sizes are off the table tonight." she teases him as she takes up a knife for the cake.

"I think I'm getting the hang of the nausea and things. Or at least I'm carrying mints on me to stave it off." she explains as she cuts a piece and settles it on the plate.

"She's so excited for her first grandchild." she smiles to that. "How have things been today? Anything exciting happening?" she asks him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Ice cream is gotten! She's given a scoop for now, more can come later. He's gotten himself a scoop as well, sitting down shortly after. "I wanted to get you something. It is your birthday, and you are my wife." Pietro beams. "I want to watch your face when you open it." A slight chuckle, the man tucking a napkin onto his lap.

"Serving sizes are off the table - but don't get yourself feeling ill from eating too much." A wink to her, clearly happy to be sharing the moment with her. "Good on the nausea, love. I will make sure we have plenty of ginger ale, regardless."

He gives a wide smile. "I am sure she is, just as we are excited for our child be here." His feet bounce for a moment. "Waiting is never my strong point."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
"Thank you." Micola tells him softly. After she gets their cake plated she settles herself into the seat next to him. "Should I be a little worried on what it is?" she grins to that. She reaches over to take up the present and starts to slowly open it.

"You know, this time last year you came to Rome to have dinner with me for my birthday. Even though we were not dating or anything else." she states with a soft smile.

"I still thank you for that." she tells him. "Do we need to find you some extra things to do until the baby is here?" she asks him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Pietro reaches over and pats her hand. "I was happy to spend time there, and spend time with you. It was a wonderful vacation." He assures. "And I wouldn't worry too much, Micola. I suspect you'll be happy with it." The man muses, watching as she opens the small necklace-sized box.

Instead of a necklace, inside there are papers - the house paperwork. And a key. It would seem that yesterday was spent running around between the real estate agent, and the bank. It is so much less of a chore, when you can sign as rapidly as Pietro can. He watches her face, studying her as her emotions emerge.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Mic gives a smile to him, "I did enjoy it a lot." she admits to him. "We should go back after things are settled. I'm not sure if I can travel via high speed until after the baby is due." she states to that. "Which I know will make your waiting a bit more unbearable." she frowns to that.

She looks down to the box when it is open and there is a bit of a blink of her eyes. She then realizes what it is and there are big fat tears that roll down her pale cheeks. She then turns to him, "Really? We got it?" she whispers through tears. She reaches over to wrap her arms around him, "Oh my god. When do you want to get repairs started? Lawncare...flowers? I wanted to help pay for it." she points out with a soft laugh.

Emotional overload was real!

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
He's blessed in that he can see each second of how her emotions come upon her - seeing how happy she is. "We got it, yes. And you can help pay for the updates and repairs." He assures. "You can be as involved as you want, so long as you are safe about the baby." Pietro smiles, kissing her cheeks to remove her tears. His arms go around her, stroking at her back.

"We need to consider an aviary there, too." He reminds.

"No fast travel for you, yes. I can run off my energy, love. I tend to do that, regardless." He assures.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a squeeze to him, "Thank you, I'm so excited to start things." she tells him softly. "I can start calling people. We could drive up tomorrow and do a walkthrough again, see if we can see where to start." she smiles to that. "Plus we can open up the windows and let in some fresh air." she states.

"And yes, definitely need to see about maybe a building or something for Clotho and her marshmallow friend." she grins to that.

"I wish I could run the energy off. I'll need to walk this cake off in the morning." she laughs at that. "Are you excited?" she asks him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Her excitement is infectious. "Yes, we can start tomorrow. At least get some people to swing by and take a look for estimates." Pietro mentions. "We can open up the windows, yes. And try to decide what we want for each room." The man smiles, taking a bite of his cake.

"We'll have plenty of space - maybe in the yard, or up in the belfry?" He thinks, regarding the aviary.

"I will walk with you. And I am very excited. It is a new chapter to start for our lives."