House warming present, maybe? [amelia]

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Valentines day is coming up. Gabriel thought sullenly as he looked down at the locker at the foot of his bed. He had a thousand and one thoughts swirling around his mind as he then looked around the other males in his barracks. Some of them were getting ready for more training. He probably should do that. He looked at his two bows, his knives, and his armor. He just couldn't bring himself to put the armor on. He ran a hand over an unshaven face, then he decided. That was what he was going to do. HE was going to go take a nice and relaxing bath. Sauna or spa or something. Anything really. Though if he were to be honest, Gabriel knew that there was that off chance that happened more often than not, that he would more than likely relive all of his horrible decisions. He had a few he could think of off the top of his head. Gabriel grabbed his shower bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and turning on his heel to walk out of the cohort barracks. He loved the new shaving kit that his mother had sent him, one of those old fashioned strait edged razors.

He felt the steam hit his face, he washed with scalding hot water, shocking his pores, and feeling the pink tinge creep across his cheeks. Gabriel foamed up his hands, running the cream along the side of his cheeks. Then with a practiced hand, he started to shave his whiskers off. When he first got the strait edged razor, he had cut himself the gods only knew how many times, but he had learned. It resulted in the smoothest shave he had ever gotten. He hoped Amelia had loved the silky smoothness that he had achieved. He tilted his head upwards showing the corner of his chin in the mirror as he scraped the whiskers off. Gabriel carefully wiped the blade off and then splashed the hot water on his face. The aloe infused shaving cream made his skin feel better, but the after shave was going to light his skin up. He sucked in a deep breath, like the listerine, he felt like after shave might have been ancient latin for 'hurts like hell'. He dabbed the fluffy white towel against his skin before throwing it into the laundry basket to be taken off by the nature spirits that served the camp.

What would he get Amelia for Valentines day? He thought as he closed the case where he kept his razor. Gently, he slid his case into the bag as he pulled on a shirt, picking the stray threads off his shirt. The white cotton shirt had seen better days, but it was the only one he had at this moment that wasn't a dressy shirt or a training shirt. He'd have to pick up some more, and fairly soon. Gabriel dropped off the bag in the barracks before grabbing his wallet and heading into New Rome. He paid for a few shirts, putting them in his backpack. He had to be able to tote things around. The market was filled with people, milling around and talking, buying and selling goods and making trades. Then something had caught his eyes. The colors were brilliant. But after all, they were flowers. He had quite a bad reaction to flowers. But then it gave him an idea as he maneuvered around people as he took his idea and ran with it. He paid for his purchase as he then looked over where he was headed. Amelia should be at her apartment right. He ran at full tilt, as fast as he possibly could, skidding to a halt at her door, knocking on it as he tried to catch his breath.

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Amelia was sitting at her makeshift desk. She hadn’t saved up enough for a real desk, but that was next on the list. So right now it was the kitchen table. Close enough. She started at her notebook and tapped her chin with her pencil. For good measure, she ate the last bite of ice cream in her bowl. Yvette seemed to be demanding Reese’s ice cream. Yep, she was going to pull the pregnant card for her ice cream love. She got up and cleaned the bowl in the sink, pulling her fluffy fleece jacket closer around her. It wasn’t really cold, she just liked to be warm. And back to work. She took a seat again and scribbled a few notes. It was February and she was thinking the best color for this month would be a nice sort of creamy orange. Not the traditional red and pink, but something related all the same. Yes, that would be the color going into spring this year. Springy, creamy orange. Like those flowers in the greenhouse down the road. Yes, that would be perfect. Now how to convey creamy orange in words. Soft and warm, yes. Like cashmere looking, yes, that was good. She jotted down the list to show to her boss. This would do nicely. She hoped Kathleen went for the orange idea to begin with. It wasn’t really normal, but she figured doing something fresh and new would be good. After all, this was her new job and she wanted to impress people. Especially people who could give her a raise. Though in all honest, she would have done it without a raise too. It was fun, really. Plus, once Yvette was old enough that she could work from the office regularly, she would be able to take lunch with Felicity every day. It was a win-win really.

She set her pencil down and sat back, looking over her notes. They looked pretty good so far. Just a few more touches on maybe fabric types or something, and she’d be set. Yes, this new job was perfect for her. Working mostly from home, talking about things she knew a lot about, working in a fast-paced fun environment. It was great. And, well, money never hurt too. She was midway through her redecorating, though obviously other things came first like the baby and, hopefully, the wedding. She needed a dress, but first she needed to lose some weight… and a human being. Ugh, the ice cream was starting to sit uneasily, mostly because of her thoughts about trying to fit into a wedding dress. She wanted to look wonderful, on a budget though. Nothing all out like she used to dream when she was little. Then she wanted to be a princess, now she was realistic. She placed her hand on her stomach and smiled, an expression that only widened when the little human inside kicked her hand. “Calm down, sweetie. Not too much longer, okay?” A month. Not even that! She checked the calendar hanging on the fridge. She had a bid star on the day, March 6th, even if it wasn’t on March yet, she knew it by heart. Man, was she nervous. She still hadn’t asked if Gabe would be there or not. She’d talked to Felicity, though, and she had said she’d be there if Amelia wanted her to. She did want someone there. It wouldn’t be a special by herself. Well, you know, in the hospital, but not just doctors and that sort. She wanted someone else there.

A knock came to the door and she started. Smiling, she got up from her seat. “Coming!” She went to the door and opened it. A smile broke over her face. “Gabe!” Without further notice, she threw her arms around him and hugged him close a long moment before pulling away. “Right, sorry, come on in! Make yourself at home. I mean, after all, it’s as much your place as it is mine. Can you stay for dinner? I’ll fix something up for the both of us.”

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When the door had been thrown open and a pair of arms had been wrapped around his neck, Gabriel couldn't help but grin. It was something he could quite get used to. He did however back peddle a step but kept a good stand as the weight had increased to knock him down. Gabriel didn't fall though, thanks to his cousin's training, he was fairly sturdy. Gabriel kissed Amelia deeply before producing a few glass roses, hand blown and colored. “I know they aren't real, but my step-mother likes to play havoc with my allergies. I thought you'd like these instead.” He said with a grin as he produced the flowers with a crooked grin and a smile in his eyes. Gods she was beautiful, he thought. He really was a lucky guy. The gods must have seen something in him to bless him with such a wonderful woman. There were those that thought he was crazy, that he was stupid to still love Amelia after what she had done. He wasn't mad at her and he didn't judge. After all, who could say no to the king of the gods? Only someone stupid. “How you doing in there little missy?” He asked, talking to Amelia's stomach to the little girl that was growing inside.

He stood up and smiled at her. “I can stay, hope you can make something to last me, Charlie and Chris are running their forty-eight hour drill again. Chris's first one since he came back. I'm worried about my cousin.” Gabriel said with a shake of his head. While he had cared for his cousin, he hoped deeply that he wasn't going to do something really stupid. “Chris is going to do something stupid I know it.” He shook his head. “So I'll be gone from 8 am tomorrow morning till I come back to pass out.” He said with a wink of his eye and a laugh. “Unless you need me for something else, my sister will get me here quick, fast and in a big hurry.” He said with a smile as he gently placed a hand on her ever growing stomach. “But what can I, Gabriel Caulder, do for my gem of a fiancee?” He offered. Anything he could do for her, he would. Well within reason of course. Though he wasn't above stealing the crown jewels if she so desired them. He'd feel bad, he deeply respected the Queen after all, loved her as if she was his own mum.

“I had to go get some new shirts, so I came in to New Rome. Thought I'd drop by and see you, with presents of course.” He said grinning. He loved to shower her with affection and presents. Cuddles were nice too. But he really liked making her happy and giving her presents. Not that she couldn't obtain such things on her own, he liked to find all sorts of trinkets and baubles she could have. It was something he had gotten from his mom. He himself loved trinkets and baubles. He had quite a collection back in the barracks.

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Amelia could feel him back step a bit and closed her eyes to brace herself for a potential fall that thankfully never came. After a moment, she pulled away and gave him an apologetic look and an innocent smile. “Sorry, I got a bit excited.” Though apparently he didn’t mind because the next thing she knew, they were kissing and she was completely okay with this as she kissed him back. Then he pulled out the most delicate looking little glass roses she’d ever seen. Her eyes lit up. “Are you kidding? These are even better! They’ll never wilt! Oh, you shouldn’t have!” For good measure, she kissed him again. You know, in case the first time wasn’t enough. That and, well, it was a little selfish because she really did love to kiss him. She’d kissed a lot of guys in her years here – even one boy on the playground in first grade in the mortal world - but he was by far the best. Maybe it was because it was him whom she truly loved. Or maybe he was just an exceptional kisser. Ah well, a puzzle for another day. And gods, his smile. The way it lit up his face like that. Even indoors, it made it seem sunnier and warmer. Maybe just her. Actually, she kind of hoped it was just her. She liked to think she was his and his alone, and vice versa. It was selfish, really, but… well, after everything that had been happening. It really was her deepest wish.

Aww, and the way he spoke to her stomach. She had to smile. “I think she’s brushing up on her karate today. Already getting in the fighting Roman spirit, I suppose.” She laughed. “Oh, I was meaning to ask you about that. Do you think you could take off training next month on the sixth? She’d due that day. I was hoping you might be there… if not, it’s okay.” She took his hand when he straightened up and led him inside. “Of course. I know it sounds silly, but I have this great recipe for chicken noodle soup I came up with when I was experimenting. The secret ingredient is one egg. Makes it extra creamy and thick. So good. I’ll make some for you.” She sighed. “How is he doing now that he’s back? I heard he got it pretty bad there. Lost his memory and everything. Poor guy. Hey, we could invite him over for dinner too if you like. And Charlie. And anyone. We could just make a big event of it. Nice and relaxing that way.” Hmm, except cooking for an army of Romans might be… interesting. She laughed when he continued. “From what I know of him, I believe you. I hope nothing too bad though.” The way he talked, it sounded like he was planning to stay the night again, which made her quite a happy camper. She absolutely loved it when he came to stay. “I’ll make sure everything is ready for you when you come back then. Hot meal, maybe I could even practice one of those back massages on you if you don’t mind being a guinea pig. Or just bed.”

She got a vase out of the cabinet and placed the glass roses in it, setting it in the window so it would catch the light. “Oh, they’re beautiful.” She turned back to him and hugged him once more for good measure. “Thank you!” She smiled and shook her head. “You know you don’t have to bring me things so much. But thank you.” Ah, it was so nice having him here. And offering what he could do for her, oh man. She pretended to ponder. “Well, now that you mention it, I think I know something I would like from you. How about… a movie night her with me, snuggled up on the couch with maybe a comedy adventure sort of thing on. Possibly popcorn. Then after that, falling asleep in each other’s arms. What do you say?”

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Gabriel closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Her smell was amazing, the way the light glinted off of her beautiful hair was rivaled by only the drops of dew on a rose. Gabriel kept his eyes lightly shut as he savored that moment of tranquility. It seemed like the world was still, the gods were singing praises to their love. Well except for Jupiter. And maybe Juno. They probably didn't care for the couple's joyous feeling. “No need to be sorry. If you knock me down I have to go back to training.” He said with a laugh in his voice. “Besides I like it when you're excited, it makes you all the more adorable.” He was happy to see her excited. Gabriel could just sit here, relax in her arms for all eternity. “I'm glad you like the flowers. I'd give you the real thing, they always look so beautiful. But my stepmom has this thing where she's out to get me.” He said, cracking a smile and a laugh. It was just so warming to see her smile so. Every time she kissed him, it left an electric sensation of estacy as the feeling raced up and down his nerve endings, making his toes and fingers feel like he had been electrified. Maybe that was little Yvette, or maybe Jupiter was being a jerk, or maybe Amelia had that effect on him, he wasn't sure. But he liked it and he wasn't dead.

“Karate huh? You should have her hang out with charlie when she gets old enough.” He said laughing. “maybe she'll be a gymnast or a ballerina?” He mused aloud. Then she asked him if he would be there in the hospital with her. He didn't even have any other thought in his mind. But then he did have that one little thought that maybe she didn't want him around. “Yeah I'll put my request in. They should be understanding. If not, to hell with them. Which is a bigger threat coming from me than anyone else.” He said as he waved his hand. He didn't care what Charlie or Chris had to say, he'd be there for her if he had to cross hell and high water to get to her. HE was stubborn, doing whatever he could to get to her. He had let her go once before, he wouldn't ever never let that happen again. Not while he had life left in his bones. Then she mentioned chicken noodle soup, and it seemed like Pavlov's dog, his mouth started watering at the mention of homemade chicken noodle soup. “That sounds more than amazing. It sounds heavenly.” He gave her a grin.

“From what I hear from Charlie, Chris has been baracading himself in his office when he isn't training.” Gabriel said as he twitched his mouth, pinching his lips and he frowned. “He's trying to go over all of the first cohort records again. But I just wish he wouldn't work so hard. I dunno. Just worriesome.” Gabriel then gave a sly grin. “You think you'd be up to cooking for a whole roman army?” He said with a tilt of his head to the side. “A bed, back massage, you're trying to make me spoiled aren't you?” HE said, playfully poking fun at her with a laugh. HE then pondered upon the whole forty-eight hour drill, he was pretty sure he could manage to do something like that with the thought of such a reward at the end. The thought of coming home to his beautiful fiancee made him grin. It would be heaven. How anyone could not love coming home to something like this was beyond him.

HE watched her place the flowers in the vase, smiling as he watched her figure. Oh it was quite a figure. “I like bringing you trinkets. It makes me use my imagination.” He said winking at her. Then she proposed a movie night. He tapped a finger on his clean shaven chin, then resorted to running a hand over it with a grin. “Okay you twisted my arm. Movie night it is. And popcorn is great. I love pop corn.”

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Gods, he was perfect. She held on close to him, focusing on little things and everything all at once. From his muscular chest against her to the way his strong arms held her to the scent of him in general. Gods, she loved him so much. He was her everything. She laughed as he dismissed her apology. “I suppose you have a point there.” At his words, she was torn between burying her face on his chest to hide the blush, and making some comment about how he was actually the adorable one. It was a tough decision, so she opted for both. She hid her face at first until she was hopefully sure the blush was passed, then she looked up at him. “You might think that, but I happen to know that this wonderful guy who just today is bringing me flowers and is the sweetest guy in the world… yep, he’s the most adorable. You know, in a masculine sense…” Had to add that last part or it might be weird. She also decided best to just kiss him again because okay, she was addicted to the feeling. Warmth and happiness and all things wonderful. Then, after that, she’d attend to his words. “You’re kidding me! Then I’ll petition to her to be nice to you. Though really, I like any type of flower.”

She laughed at the comment of letting her hang out with Charlie. “Actually, that might not be a bad idea. Sometimes I wonder if Charlie and I are related, with her magic ability to still look good after those long training sessions. Maybe between me and her, we could give Yvette an upper hand before she turns ten and has to go there. Okay, okay, being vane again. Sorry. But yes, I do want her to be prepared fighting-wise too. Knowing me, I’ll have a whole army helping out. Or, you know, us two and Charlie and Chris at least.” She had other fish to fry first though, and that being him being there at the hospital. She grinned when he said he would, and especially at his joke. “Yes, that’s a huge threat coming from you! Remind me not to get on your bad side. But great! Oh, wonderful!” For good measure, she hugged him again and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Gabe. You’re the best.” Right, right, on to food. She knew just the thing to make for him. “Great! Then consider it done!”

She started getting things out in the kitchen as they continued to talk. His words worried her. “Maybe I should make him cookies to cheer him up… oh, hey, I could invite Marie over and we could both do it. I’m sure that would mean more to him if she did it.” She nudged him with a smile. “I’ll let her focus on that while I make cookies for you, how about?” She sighed as he continued. “Well, I can understand that. He forgets everything. I’d feel horrible if I were in his shoes. Once a respected leader, then… empty. It would be hard. But I can also see why you’d be so worried. I mean, he’s your cousin and he’s basically working himself to the bone. It’s a hard situation to be in.” Okay, so the offer to cook for everyone was a little stupid. “You might be right. Hey, I could get a whole team together to cook then. Or make it a pot luck.” However, for right now, she would go for her current plan for tonight. She feigned surprise. “You’re on to my evil plot!” She couldn’t hide the grin though.

She placed the flowers in a vase where they would be immediately seen from the most places. She looked to him just in time to catch his wink and smiled. “Just like I look forward to giving you more back massages if you so desire, because you work so hard and heavens know you deserve a little pampering.” Oh, movie night would be fantastic, thus why she simply had to bring up the idea. She unconsciously chewed her lip as she waited for his answer, which thankfully wasn’t long. She immediately hugged him when he spoke. “Deal! What movie do you want to watch? And if you say something horror, plan on me not detaching from your arm until sunrise… Which I maybe shouldn’t have told you that trick.” She was teasing… kind of.