Laundry

Date/Timing: 17 May 2017
Setting: Panama City Shatterdome
Note: the glob eventually becomes Izzy; it's ~8pm where Pietr is, 1am for Griet
Inspiration: OTPprompt
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Pietr tap-tap-taps his ring finger against his mug.
His tablet buzzes.
He lunges—hisses as coffee sloshes over his hand—thumbs open the video call app.
Griet—emerald ribbons—glows, waves.
Pietr grins. ::I love you!::
::::I love you!::::
::How're you?::
::::Sleepy—::::
Frowns in sympathy.
::::—but my morning sickness's stopped.::::
Cheers.
::::It's about damn time. I hate the baby hangovers.::::
Rubs his neck, perks up. ::How's Princess?::
Griet smirks, ::::Beautiful, as always and, right now, she's sleeping like an angel.::::
Pietr sighs happily.
::::I swear she looks more like you every day.::::
Cringes in mock horror. ::Curse of the Vosses: we all look alike.::
::::It's amazing, really, seeing how many of you there are.::::
Ducks his head, looks up through his lashes. ::How's the next one doing?::
::::Growing like a weed.:::: Her eyes light up. ::::Wait!:::: Griet pushes her chair away from the table. She stands, cups her belly.
Pietr traces the outline of her bump on the screen.
She eases herself back down, grins. ::::I'm bigger this time, yea?::::
Pietr spreads his hands, ‘maybe?’ Squints. ::Is that one of my shirts?::
Griet smiles sheepishly. ::::Yes?::::
Pietr queries.
::::I haven't been sleeping well and it helps.:::: Ducks her head. ::::It smells like you.::::
::I'll send a box of workout clothes home!::
She makes a warding gesture, scrunches her nose. ::::Please don't! I have enough stinky laundry!::::
Pietr pouts. ::I just wanna help!::
::::You'll have to find another way!:::: Griet laughs.
::Well ... there /is something ....::
She raises an eyebrow.
::Two of the Rangers here love to sew and they found out about you and Princess and Littlest and they want to make you all clothes.::
Griet bounces in her chair. ::::That sounds wonderful—::::
::They like lace.:: Grimaces. ::/Really like lace.::
Grins. ::::Even better! Princess will /love it!::::
::I'll let them know they can start.::
::::Great!:::: She yawns enormously.
Pietr flutters. ::I'm sorry! It's too late for you to be up! Go to sleep!::
She rolls her eyes, gestures dismissively.
He lowers his eyebrows.
::::Fine, fine. I'm going, I'm going.:::: Pouts. ::::You should turn in, too.::::
Pietr nods through a yawn of his own. ::Kiss Princess for me?::
::::Of course.::::
::Tell her I love her and miss her and can't wait to come home again?::
::::Will do!::::
Pietr sighs.
::::Goodnight, Pietr.::::
::Goodnight! Love you!::
::::Love you!:::: Griet leans closer to the camera—
The screen blurs, turns black.
Pietr slouches in his chair, lets his head fall back. A deep breath and he pushes to his feet, dumps his cold coffee in the sink, shuffles to the washroom to make ready for bed.
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