A/N: Hello! I've decided to create a series of ficlets and drabbles for all of the little Andith scenes that pop in my brain that aren't really enough to form into a full story. This first one appeared on my Tumblr account many moons ago (and the icon photo here was also the companion photo with the story), and so I thought I'd modify it a bit and use it to start it off. I hope to have another one posted soon.
Also, if you have any suggestions for scenes that you'd like to see, I am super willing and eager to write them! Any time period, activity, rating (though maybe cap it at hard T?), or anything else you can think of! Just send me a PM and I'll get to writing :) I'd love to hear your thoughts about this if you can spare the time!
Thanks!
Natalie
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Scene setting: Modern AU. Anthony hangs up some of his children's drawings in the kitchen while on the phone with Edith.
"Yes, my sweet one, I just picked Lottie and Ada up from ballet and they've brought home loads of drawings from art class today. Just putting some of them up onto the refrigerator as we speak."
"Any of their handsome papa?" Edith teased.
"Just the one that Lottie drew," Anthony chuckled bashfully. "Standing next to her lovely mother in front of our summer cottage in Yorkshire. Your baby bump is quite disproportionate, though no less wonderful, if I may say, and I apparently have nothing but twigs for limbs. Sticks, really."
"Well, you are rather lanky, darling!"
"I'll admit to that. Though, it's rather amazing how such a spindly man ever managed to attract such a beauty."
Edith blushed faintly and she was sure Anthony could hear her smile as she spoke. "Flatterer. But I am going to try and head home soon. I'm almost done editing this article. Maybe another hour or so?"
"Well hurry home, my darling. I am very eager to see you…"
Edith's blush deepened to a dark scarlet. She knew precisely the thing for which her husband was so eager. She was rather eager, as well.
"The article can wait. I'm on my way home now," she blurted out as she fumbled with some papers on her desk and hastily tried to pack up.
Anthony chuckled once again. "I'm glad," he told her. Provocatively, he added, "I'll make sure the children are occupied. Slip in quietly if you can…"
"When have I ever done anything quietly, Anthony?" Edith quipped, this time knowing Anthony would be the one blushing.