OMG!!!!! I am sooooo sorry, but I forgot about a chapter...hehe, please don't kill me...
this is supposed to be before chapter 6...
again, I'm sooooo sorry...
"Archie," Atlanta whispered.
"Archie," She began poking him in the side.
"Archie!" she finally said, pushing him and at the same time poking him in the ribs. Hard.
"Wha...?" he finally said. "What is it, Lannie?" he asked, stifling a yawn.
"I'm hungry." She answered, rubbing mid-section that had started to become slightly bigger.
Archie's face fell. For the past few weeks, he'd had to constantly wake up to get strawberries for his new wife. Grudgingly, he got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, getting a big bowl of strawberries for his beloved.
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The next day, Archie got up early yet again to work on the book that he was writing, a story about seven teenage descendants of Greek heroes, whose mission was to kill or capture the god of time.
Déjà view, much?
He had been thinking about writing it for some time now, and he wanted to get it published before the little buggers where born, like that they could have an income, and eventually buy an apartment.
Already, in the small room that he and Atlanta called home, there were two unassembled cribs in a corner, one blue and one pink.
In another corner lay various gifts from their friends, as well as the gods.
Plushies from Hera, miniature weights from Hercules, a toy lyre from Apollo, a cap with wings from Hermes, two golden apples from Atalanta, a small spear from Achilles, a small golden fleece-like rug from Jay, casting runes from Theresa, a mirror from Neil, baby Einstein movies from Odie, and germ-repelling pillows from Herry.
As Archie looked at the sleeping form of Atlanta in the bed, he could not help but feel happy.
He was going to be a father!
Even though they were going to be young parents, both of them were pretty mature for their age, what with Cronus and all...
As he resumed writing, he heard Atlanta getting up.
"Archie? What are you doing?" she asked.
"Well, if we are to live in a house or apartment, I'll have to work hard on getting this book finished..." he said.
Atlanta smiled, then got up, walked over to him and hugged him from behind, putting her slim arms around his neck, while he turned around, slipped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close.
Just as he was about to kiss her, there was a knock at the door. Sighing, Atlanta ascaped from Archie's grasp and answered.
It was Theresa.
"Hey guys!" she greeted cheerfully. Turning to Atlanta, she said, "Do you want to come shopping with me for a while? Then we can get a movie, come back and watch it with the guys."
"Sure." Atlanta answered. "Just give me a minute to get shanged."
Theresa nodded, but before walking out of the room, she closed her eyes and pointed a finger to the two unassembled cribs, still in their cardboard packages. The packages lifted themselves up, and placed themselves along another wall. She then opened her eyes.
"There, Archie. Now you won't knock your ankle when you go to throw your candy wrappers away." She said.
Archie blinked, surprised. "Thanks..." he said.
"Well, then, see you in a bit, Atlanta!" the psychic called before heading for downstairs.
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For the rest of the day, Archie wrote. Never quitting, he skimmed past page after page, the words coming easily to his mind, since he had lived all of this.
When Atlanta and Theresa came back at three thirty, their arms laden with shopping bags full of baby clothes, bottles, toys, shoes, and diapers, Archie had written a good ninety pages.
Dumping the load on the bed, the girls then made their way downstairs to watch the movie, Archie having already gone down.
Of the many 'rules' of the brownstone, the most respected and veneered was the couch rule.
The five first people to arrive got the couch, the other two having to sit on the floor.
When Atlanta and Theresa entered the room, all five guys where already sitting on the couch, which meant, of course, that the girls would have to sit on the floor. But at the sight of Atlanta, Jay, Herry and Odie got off and sat on the floor.
"Here, Lanta, sit on the couch. We wouldn't want you to get uncomfortable." Jay said. Though it might have sounded sarcastic, it was really sincere.
Atlanta, however, was not happy...crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at Jay, she said, "Just because I'm carrying extra people...small people, at that, doesn't mean that I can't sit on the floor," her gaze hardened as she looked at Jay, "Or have an extra piece of cake," she then looked at Herry, who shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, "Or go and work out with the rest of you guys!" her glare returned to Jay.
Giving each of them a death glare, and then stomped upstairs, quickly followed by Archie, who had gotten used to her mood swings by now.
"Geez, what's her problem?" Neil asked, without looking up from his three-paneled mirror, which was good, because the other four people gave him dirty looks.