Just a little drabble about old habits. Thank you, delirious, for the challenge. This one is for you! Enjoy, everyone, and please remember to review!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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"Bobby..."
Her voice had a warning tone, and he tensed. What had he done now? "What, Eames?"
She sighed. "You just did it again."
Now he was genuinely confused. "What did I do?"
"You know what you did," she accused, pointing a finger at him.
He held his hands up in a gesture of defeat. "No, I don't," he insisted.
"You called me Eames!"
"That's your name!"
She groaned and rolled her eyes, her hand settling over her slightly rounded belly. "And I'm pregnant with your child, damn it! Stop calling me Eames!"
He settled back in his chair and groaned softly, but he smiled when his eyes fell on her belly. Old habits always died hard...
The End
A/N: There ya'll have it. I think that when they do get involved, he would have a hard time breaking himself of the habit of calling her Eames. Even if she were pregnant with his baby... I hope ya'll enjoyed this, and please remember to review!