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intheheartTitle: Saturday
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Gina and Ivy have the trouble of all parents everywhere.
There were days now when Gina would get into bed, roll over, and scream into the pillow for a few moments.
Ivy let her. Robbie was almost three years old now, and though he had a nurse, Gina insisted on caring for him herself, as much as that was possible while fulfilling her other obligations. Not that Ivy minded, particularly—Robbie was a darling, all pale blond hair and huge eyes the color of his mother's. For that alone she would have loved him, never mind that she had held him just after his birth, the first person to do so. He was sweet, and engaging, intelligent and endearing, and of course he was nearly three and apparently hell-bent on driving his caregivers mad.
The muffled screams ceased, and Gina rolled over, put both her hands to her face. "I feel such a horrid mother."
Ivy patted her shoulder, then combed gently through her hair, honey-gold strands tangling around her fingers like silk threads. "You aren't. Robbie is being a horrid child. It's quite a different situation, my love."
"If you say so." Gina sighed, then leaned up on an elbow, curled her free hand round Ivy's neck, and pulled her down for a kiss. "I miss you," she breathed, against Ivy's mouth.
"How long has it been since we had a day?" Ivy brushed another kiss over Gina's mouth, then let herself be pulled down to the bed, against Gina's shoulder. "I think not since Robbie had the measles."
Gina shuddered. "Lord, don't remind me—yes, I think not since then." She shifted. "I wish..."
She left that wish unvoiced, but Ivy did not; she rolled onto her stomach and propped herself on her elbows so she could look down at her lover's face. "Gina, why don't you let him stay with his nurse tomorrow? Just tomorrow."
A frown developed between Gina's brows, but she did not say no, not immediately. "Would he be disappointed, do you think? Such short notice."
"It needn't be tomorrow, then." Ivy shifted her weight to one elbow and cupped Gina's face, brushing her thumb over Gina's cheek, lingering on her lips. "Just... soon. I miss having you all to myself."
"Hmm." Gina opened her mouth, just a little, just enough to catch Ivy's thumb with her teeth for a moment. "Yes, I... think I see."
Ivy blushed. "I didn't mean that."
"What a shame," Gina said, and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her thumb. "Not tomorrow, I don't think. But Saturday. Saturday shall be for you and I, and Robbie can entertain himself with his nurse for a day." She skimmed a hand over Ivy's collarbone, and dipped a touch to the hollow of Ivy's throat.
"Saturday," Ivy said, and let herself back down to the bed, setting her chin against Gina's shoulder. "Good. I shall have to think of something to do."
"Don't worry yourself over that," Gina said. "I've already made some plans."
Ivy blushed again, and laughed.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Gina and Ivy have the trouble of all parents everywhere.
There were days now when Gina would get into bed, roll over, and scream into the pillow for a few moments.
Ivy let her. Robbie was almost three years old now, and though he had a nurse, Gina insisted on caring for him herself, as much as that was possible while fulfilling her other obligations. Not that Ivy minded, particularly—Robbie was a darling, all pale blond hair and huge eyes the color of his mother's. For that alone she would have loved him, never mind that she had held him just after his birth, the first person to do so. He was sweet, and engaging, intelligent and endearing, and of course he was nearly three and apparently hell-bent on driving his caregivers mad.
The muffled screams ceased, and Gina rolled over, put both her hands to her face. "I feel such a horrid mother."
Ivy patted her shoulder, then combed gently through her hair, honey-gold strands tangling around her fingers like silk threads. "You aren't. Robbie is being a horrid child. It's quite a different situation, my love."
"If you say so." Gina sighed, then leaned up on an elbow, curled her free hand round Ivy's neck, and pulled her down for a kiss. "I miss you," she breathed, against Ivy's mouth.
"How long has it been since we had a day?" Ivy brushed another kiss over Gina's mouth, then let herself be pulled down to the bed, against Gina's shoulder. "I think not since Robbie had the measles."
Gina shuddered. "Lord, don't remind me—yes, I think not since then." She shifted. "I wish..."
She left that wish unvoiced, but Ivy did not; she rolled onto her stomach and propped herself on her elbows so she could look down at her lover's face. "Gina, why don't you let him stay with his nurse tomorrow? Just tomorrow."
A frown developed between Gina's brows, but she did not say no, not immediately. "Would he be disappointed, do you think? Such short notice."
"It needn't be tomorrow, then." Ivy shifted her weight to one elbow and cupped Gina's face, brushing her thumb over Gina's cheek, lingering on her lips. "Just... soon. I miss having you all to myself."
"Hmm." Gina opened her mouth, just a little, just enough to catch Ivy's thumb with her teeth for a moment. "Yes, I... think I see."
Ivy blushed. "I didn't mean that."
"What a shame," Gina said, and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her thumb. "Not tomorrow, I don't think. But Saturday. Saturday shall be for you and I, and Robbie can entertain himself with his nurse for a day." She skimmed a hand over Ivy's collarbone, and dipped a touch to the hollow of Ivy's throat.
"Saturday," Ivy said, and let herself back down to the bed, setting her chin against Gina's shoulder. "Good. I shall have to think of something to do."
"Don't worry yourself over that," Gina said. "I've already made some plans."
Ivy blushed again, and laughed.
