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Started August 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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Havenwood smootched her nose. Yis you are.

If you say so…

Havenwood squeezed her. You are.

Okay, okay. I accept. She grinned.

Havenwood grinned into her hair. Good. Cuz it’s the truth.

Good to know. She grinned, closing her eyes

Havenwood set his head back again. Naptime?

Not sleepy tired, just stressed tired.

Let’s sleep, then. Sleep the stress away…

I can try. But the insomnia… Elise took a deep breath.

You can do it. You need your rest.

She exhaled slowly and relaxed, leaning against him. I know. Okay.

Havenwood put a hand on her tummy. Relaxation and warmth are the keys to sleep.

They are, huh? Well, I've got the second, at least. She smiles a little, exhaling slowly.

Havenwood laid down slowly, wrapping his arms around her. Better than no warmth.

True. Elise sighs happily.

Havenwood pulled up a pillow and tucked it under Elise’s head. There you go.

There we go. She smiled.
(should we do the they-all-come-crashing/tumbling-in thing it'd be funny)

(You do it first, since Athena’s yours)

Havenwood smiled back and set his head down.

heh okay//
Athena took a breath and addressed the large group of gods/goddesses.
"You've been wondering where Artemis and Elise are." The group nodded.
"Elise is…expecting." She braced herself for the chaos.

It was, indeed, explosion-like, but the most obviously chaotic area was where Apollo was standing. He was just… going at it over there.

"Guys, guys. Calm yourselves." But they were all running toward the direction of the cabin. Athena facepalmed and sighed.

Havenwood’s eyes opened slowly. The cracks of the wood, the scattering of the animals… Dammit Athena…

I apologize in advance. She sat where she was.
Meanwhile, Elise had no idea of the explosion that was about to occur.

Havenwood’s hands tensed on Elise’s shoulders. “There’s a lot going to happen. Just saying.”
Then, Apollo burst into the cabin, hardly out of breath. “WHAT????” He scream-asked uncomissionally, unable to string a sentence together.