Log: Bobby and Terry, Monday night

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Terry and Bobby discuss which in-laws to spend which holidays with. By the end of the log, Terry's looking for honey, who knows why because it's pretty cavity-causing in there already.


"Sean says that he doesn't know how much longer he'll be gone, probably at least after Christmas." Terry looked over the top of the laptop balanced on her knees at her husband on the other end of the couch. He was diligently working on...something. Grading tests or something. "I was thinking we could go to the Keep for Christmas but last year you went home. Were you going to do that again?" She really didn't want to spend the holidays apart from him. It wasn't like they were just dating anymore.

"Uh." Bobby looked up, trying to pull his focus back to what Terry had been saying, rather than the documents he was diligently notating. "I...hadn't thought about it. Probably. I guess." His mom was probably assuming he was, at any rate, so if he was changing his plans, he should let her know soon. "Do you want to go to the Keep?" When he had spared a thought for the holidays, he'd just assumed they'd be spending them together at the mansion.

Terry shrugged, "I'd like to go home, aye. I know we just went for my birthday but...I miss Ireland. Sometimes I feel like I'm losing where I came from, you know?" She shifted, sitting up a little more. "Plus there's the whole...holiday are for families. And I've only just gotten to a point with Sean where I feel like I can say that about him." She frowned at her computer screen for a moment. "We could celebrate there without hiding too. He knows and no one else would care."

"Sure, that's fine," Bobby replied, but there wasn't a lot of enthusiasm in his voice. He returned his attention to the stack of papers in his lap, frowning slightly. "You make the plans?" That meant a call to his mom, and probably a fight. It'd just be easier to tell them, he supposed, but the thought made his chest tighten. He had to tell them, and soon. He just didn't want to.

"Aye, I can. I thought..." Terry hesitated, she didn't know how he would take this next part. Ireland was one thing. This...was a whole different level. "I thought that maybe we could go to your parents for Thanksgiving. Or...you could, if you don't want me to go too. It's very American, so." He was so reluctant to tell them and...she really couldn't blame him. Married. And to a mutant at that. Telling them was the opposite of an cheerful proposition. But they really needed to before she sent out the save the date cards--preferably even before they chose a date.

Thanksgiving. That was...god. Soon. Still..."My parents'? Yeah, sure. Sounds great. I'll call my mom. She'll be thrilled to s--well, anyway, we can tell them about...us," he amended, because the lie wasn't even remotely believable.

Terry shifted her laptop off to the coffee table and moved down the couch to sit next to him, arm winding around his waist. "You're okay with that? I mean...they should know." She hesitated another moment. "You could tell them before we get there. Give them time to sort it out..." and ask us not to come.

Bobby set his papers aside and slipped his arm around her shoulders, squeezing gently. "You think that's a good idea? Cuz it strikes me as more of an 'in person' kind of conversation...but hell, I don't know." Telling them beforehand certainly had its appeal.

"I...I don't know, Bobby. I tried the not in person way. But you know how that worked out." She gave him a half-smile. "I just don't want them to get upset when it's supposed to be a holiday."

"They know we're together...I'm sure they won't be all that surprised when I bring you. And the rest of it..." Bobby shrugged and kissed her temple. "We'll tell them the rest of it together. Mom won't let anything spoil Thanksgiving, trust me."

Terry nodded. "I just want this to be good. I love you. I don't want people not to know. I mean...I want them to know and be happy for us, not..." She stopped and sighed, tucking herself closer to him. "This isn't a mistake and I don't want to have to face anyone else who thinks it is. I won't let them."

"You want me to call and tell mom, then?" Bobby asked quietly. "I don't mind, if it'd make you feel better."

"I want you to do whatever you think is best." She shifted, drawing her legs up and moving into his lap, tucking her arms around his neck and looking at him seriously. "If you want to wait and tell them face to face, we can do that."

That was NOT what Bobby had wanted. He took orders well. He did not make decisions on his own nearly as well. "I...shit, I don't know." He sighed, pressing his cheek lightly to hers. Flipping a coin was a good plan...

Her heart melted all over again when he rested his cheek against hers. She remained there for a moment then drew back and kissed him softly. "Wait. We'll tell them together. We're in this together." Just saying it made her slightly ill as butterflies stampeded through her stomach. But she'd been nervous practically since Vegas it seemed. She'd...they'd get through it.

With a look of relief Bobby nodded, toying absently with her hair. "Mkay. Together." He smiled and added softly, "As husband and wife." God, the words still sent a little thrill through him. He was a fucking husband.

Jesus. That was never going to not be awesome. "Aye." She kissed him again, "I'm going to make some tea, want anything?"

"Mmm...just a root beer, since you're getting up." He smiled and reached for his paperwork. "Thanks, baby."

"No problem," Terry slid off his lap with a satisfied smile, half her thoughts on whether or not they were out of honey, "I love you."

"Mmhmm." Bobby scanned the page, looking for where he left off, and then lifted his head and gave her a grin. "I love you, too."