Prompt: "Hug"
"So, how are the decorations coming?"
Moppet paused for a moment, and glanced over her shoulder as Toby joined her at her side. She smiled in greeting, and they both turned to look up at a goblin who was hanging from a chandelier, having a little too much fun throwing streamers to other goblins attached to pillars as they decorated. "As well as could be expected, I suppose," she giggled as the goblin on the chandelier tossed the streamer too hard, sending it flying past the other goblin who cursed colorfully at him.
"Great, we should be ready by next winter," Toby said, completely straight faced.
Moppet laughed, but quickly paused, her free hand flying up to her stomach.
"Something wrong?" he asked quickly, reaching out to her.
"Oh, it's—nothing. It's just sometimes, I swear, I feel the baby moving around in there," she admitted.
He blinked. "Are you supposed to be able to feel him now?"
She pursed her lips. "I don't know. I guess I'll have to sit down and read that baby book Sarah gave me." She paused, probably trying to think of a time when she would be able to take a break to read it. Finally she shrugged, and turned back to him with a bit of a grin. "So, you're thinking it's going to be a boy?"
Toby's own lips twitched upward. "Well, I figure it's a fifty fifty shot of being right," he snickered.
She shook her head amusedly at him as Toby tossed an arm around her shoulders. For a moment, they bent closer to kiss each other, but a loud crash made them shudder. Looking over, they found the chandelier and the goblin that was on top of it, lying on the ground. They both sighed, and moved forward to clean up the mess.