UNY Dorm Room, Saturday Afternoon

[chasingangela]

It was Angela's 19th birthday, but she didn't have any plans to celebrate, really. She'd let herself have a caramel latte at work --- ooh, rebellion -- and was now flopped on her bed, trying to do some reading for her women's lit final.

Of course, Virginia Woolf wouldn't do her much good if she didn't make it past freshman year, but Angela wasn't letting herself think that far ahead.

[OOC: For meeeeeee, but open to anybody who remembers her birthday.]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Isn't that the objective of all parenting?" Marty asked, "Because I know there's baby pictures of me in a bunny suit that my mother was blackmailing me with back when I went to Grosse Pointe."

[chasingangela]

Angela laughed. "If your mom wasn't sick I'd be on the phone with her now to get those," she informed him. "I should call Marcella and see if she kept copies."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Those pictures are now inaccessible," Marty said with a mock-glare. "And if you call Marcella I'm having her make you dinner."

[chasingangela]

Angela stamped a foot. "Damn, you play hardball."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I'm practicing," Marty grinned. "That was my no nonsense paternal attitude. How'd I do?"

[chasingangela]

"Our kid will be scared of you," Angela decided. "In the good way, not the scary way."

She put her arms around his neck and swayed a little.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Well I don't want to scare him. Her? Tiny thing?" Marty said swaying along with Angela. "Or would that just make me a pushover?"

[chasingangela]

"Tiny thing," Angela decided. "T.T."

She booped the tip of his nose lightly. "You'll be such a pushover either way."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"What? Me?" Marty said leaning in for a kiss. "You think I'm just going to rollover the first time the kids says 'goo'?"

[chasingangela]

Angela paused for a beat after the kiss, face bearing an expression that distinctly wondered if Marty was serious.

"Uh-huh?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Okay," he said with a grin. "Just checking."

And leaned in for another kiss.

[chasingangela]

Marty kisses were always nice; Angela let her lips play softly over his, one hand resting on his heart.

There was nothing to worry about, here.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Having a good birthday so far?" Marty asked in a quiet and happy voice.

[chasingangela]

"Not as good as the one when you came home," Angela said quietly. "But it's up there."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Would a gift put it over the top?" Marty asked with a sly grin.

[chasingangela]

Not really, but Angela didn't say that. "Depends on the gift," she sad instead, slyly pulling back.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty reached into his pocket and popped open a small jewelry box to reveal the gift.

"You like?"

[chasingangela]

Angela's eyes went bright with tears, and she fumbled to unfasten the earrings she was wearing and put the solitaires in immediately. "I love."

She wasn't just talking about the jewelry.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Good," he said moving in for a big hug. "Good."