This is my first story to write, ever, and I’m a little nervous, but here goes. It is a short story, pure Jack and Sue fluff (lots of it), and takes place around Valentines Day, about two years after “Endings and Beginnings”. It is written from Sue’s point of view mixed with conversations, mostly with Jack. I’ve tried to put Sue’s thoughts in italics (but I might have missed some) and signing is in bold. I wasn’t sure about the rating, so I rated it PG-17. If I’ve inadvertently used phrasing that some of you have used in your stories, I apologize. I have only read a handful of the posted stories on this site. There will probably be about five or six posts. Hope you like it and all feedback is appreciated.
Chapter 1 – February 13 – 11:30 AM
The elevator ride seems to take forever this morning. I am deep in thought, contemplating how I should break the news to Jack, and miss my floor. Levi would have jumped up to alert me when the elevator reached the third floor if there had been room, but it is packed with an entourage of school children visiting the Hoover building.
While the elevator moves slowly up I am thinking should I tell Jack in an email? I could start it off with ‘Dear Jack’. It would intrigue him since I have never used that salutation when emailing him. I smile at the thought and laugh. My young elevator companions, as well as their teacher, all look to see what caused me to laugh. I could feel myself blushing with embarrassment.
I have always blushed so easily, especially around Jack. He so enjoys making comments or teasing me into saying something to make me blush. The truth is, I really don’t mind. In fact, that is one of the many things I love about him, besides his amazing smile and those dark chocolate brown eyes. I just seem to melt into a puddle of mush whenever he decides to charm me with them.
The door to the elevator opens and I step out to let the children off. They dart past me, anxious to get to their destination. It is then I realize the elevator is at the seventh floor instead of the third. I stoop down to pet Levi, shaking my head for being so preoccupied thinking about Jack, and say: “C’mon boy, let’s take the stairs. I had better get the exercise while I’m still able to get around.”
When Levi and I arrive at the third floor and enter the hallway from the stairwell, in my hurry I almost collide with Randy Pitts, vice-president of office and building services. I never know what mood Randy will be in, and tend to tread carefully whenever I’m around him. I actually feel a little sorry for him and wish he would wise-up to the fact his negative attitude prevents him from forming any lasting relationships, not only in trying to find the ‘right’ woman to share his life; but, also with his co-workers at the bureau. Once I tried to help him when he began dating a deaf woman; but, alas, he ruined that relationship by lying about his job. Now, true to form in his most condescending voice Randy says “Ms. Thomas, I just left a note on your desk. Those monthly reports for January need to be on MY DESK by 5:00 PM this evening. If you start now you may just have time to meet that deadline.”
I give him, what Jack would say, is my most dazzling smile and say: “You’ll have them on your desk by 3:00 PM Randy” and then, to throw him off balance I give him a wink. I plan on leaving work early today and stayed late last night to finish the reports; but, of course, I did not tell Randy that.
Lynn
(Reposted the entire chapter to try and correct the formatting. Seems to have worked. Also corrected a couple of grammar errors.)
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You're doing fine. Keep going!
Thanks Nik. I'm having a terrible time with the formatting. I finally figured out the quote marks (") within the color code negate the code, but sure as I fix one, the quote marks are automatically inserted into the next red word code. Does anyone have any tips to help me with this? Thanks.
Lynn
Lynn
Lynn~ You are doing fine...I can't wait to see what you will do with it! 
That was a wonderful start to your story Lynn. I'm looking forward to more. 
I'm not exactly sure what you mean so my answer might be way off, but if you highlight the word you want to make red (avoiding highlighting any quote marks) and then choose the colour red, that should work.
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I'm having a terrible time with the formatting. I finally figured out the quote marks (") within the color code negate the code, but sure as I fix one, the quote marks are automatically inserted into the next red word code. Does anyone have any tips to help me with this? Thanks.
Lynn
Lynn
I'm not exactly sure what you mean so my answer might be way off, but if you highlight the word you want to make red (avoiding highlighting any quote marks) and then choose the colour red, that should work.
Chapter 2
When I walk into the bullpen it is relatively quiet. No new cases have come up, thankfully, and the team was able to spend yesterday getting caught up on paperwork. There is always so much paperwork to be completed, except it is all done on the computer now instead of actual paper.
Jack is standing at Bobby’s desk; the two of them huddled in a lively, animated conversation. Jack’s back is to me, blocking Bobby’s face, so I cannot tell what they are discussing. Not that I would ‘eavesdrop’ mind you. It’s just that I have developed the habit of glancing around the bullpen for ongoing conversations to keep abreast of current case activity, sort of like the others perking up their ears to listen to team member conversations.
Mainly I am concerned that something might have come up which would prevent Jack and I from leaving. You see, my dream of being Mrs. Jack Hudson came true two years ago and Jack and I are taking some of our built up leave time the rest of this week. We’re going skiing in Vermont and staying at the Mountain Valley Bed and Breakfast Inn in southern Vermont. Myles told us about the Inn saying it was a very romantic place and close to skiing.
The Inn also has an ice skating rink and I am lost in my thoughts again: reflecting on how I stopped ice skating after my best childhood friend was killed in an automobile/bus accident when we were children. She was on her way to the Ohio state championship competition. Jack, being a wanna-be whiz-kid in ice hockey as a child, coaxed me back onto the ice shortly after we married and now we enjoy skating together. Jack can be very passionate and intimate on skates.
I smile at where my mind is wandering, AGAIN, bringing me back to the present and the possibility we may be delayed leaving work. We want to get an early start tomorrow, Valentine’s Day, and plan on packing the car this evening. This trip is our valentine’s gift to each other. Maybe I’ll tell him at the Inn, after we make love on the floor in front of the fireplace, if I can wait that long. This thought brings yet another smile to my face and my heart begins to race, wondering how Jack will take the news.
Jack turns and heads back towards the door. When he sees me, he instantly smiles, those luscious brown eyes twinkling. I am overcome with emotion, as I stand beside my desk, filled with wonder at how his overpowering smile and those beguiling, marvelous, sexy eyes, invoke in me such a deep physical need that never seems to be satiated. My whole body aches to be in his arms, to be caressed by him, to touch him in return, to loose ourselves in passionate lovemaking. I never imagined love for another person could be like this. Breathtaking, it reaches into my very soul and envelops my whole being.
Jack, my one true love, captured my heart long ago making my wishes all come true the night he first kissed me. Not the undercover kiss at Callaghan and Merced but the passionate kiss of a lover three weeks, two days and six hours after I turned down the New York job. We were married a month later. Ever since that kiss I fall more in love with Jack each day.
This love fills my heart with joy at the sight of him now and I am so overwhelmed it brings tears to my eyes. He is used to that by now. It even happens to him. Sometimes, he will kiss me or hug me and we will both end up weeping in each other’s arms at the depth of our love for each other. I marvel at how this magic of new love has not worn off. I thought after all this time some of the passion and fervor would have faded, but it has only deepened. “Oh, God”, I silently pray, “thank you for blessing me with Jack.”
Sometimes it is scary because I don’t know what I would do if I ever lost Jack. That is a very real possibility since he faces danger almost every day. Jack has told me he feels the same way about me. We have talked about those dangers; but, we both trust in God and, most of the time, let Him carry our concerns as His Word tells us in Matthew 6:34a, NIV translation, “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.”
The Bureau knows it is a possibility too and ‘suggested’ that I continue to use my maiden name at work. The rationale behind that suggestion was, if one of us goes down while on an assignment, they will immediately know which one of us it is by our name. Jack was not too happy with that arrangement, but it was a small price to pay for us to continue working together.
Lynn
When I walk into the bullpen it is relatively quiet. No new cases have come up, thankfully, and the team was able to spend yesterday getting caught up on paperwork. There is always so much paperwork to be completed, except it is all done on the computer now instead of actual paper.
Jack is standing at Bobby’s desk; the two of them huddled in a lively, animated conversation. Jack’s back is to me, blocking Bobby’s face, so I cannot tell what they are discussing. Not that I would ‘eavesdrop’ mind you. It’s just that I have developed the habit of glancing around the bullpen for ongoing conversations to keep abreast of current case activity, sort of like the others perking up their ears to listen to team member conversations.
Mainly I am concerned that something might have come up which would prevent Jack and I from leaving. You see, my dream of being Mrs. Jack Hudson came true two years ago and Jack and I are taking some of our built up leave time the rest of this week. We’re going skiing in Vermont and staying at the Mountain Valley Bed and Breakfast Inn in southern Vermont. Myles told us about the Inn saying it was a very romantic place and close to skiing.
The Inn also has an ice skating rink and I am lost in my thoughts again: reflecting on how I stopped ice skating after my best childhood friend was killed in an automobile/bus accident when we were children. She was on her way to the Ohio state championship competition. Jack, being a wanna-be whiz-kid in ice hockey as a child, coaxed me back onto the ice shortly after we married and now we enjoy skating together. Jack can be very passionate and intimate on skates.
I smile at where my mind is wandering, AGAIN, bringing me back to the present and the possibility we may be delayed leaving work. We want to get an early start tomorrow, Valentine’s Day, and plan on packing the car this evening. This trip is our valentine’s gift to each other. Maybe I’ll tell him at the Inn, after we make love on the floor in front of the fireplace, if I can wait that long. This thought brings yet another smile to my face and my heart begins to race, wondering how Jack will take the news.
Jack turns and heads back towards the door. When he sees me, he instantly smiles, those luscious brown eyes twinkling. I am overcome with emotion, as I stand beside my desk, filled with wonder at how his overpowering smile and those beguiling, marvelous, sexy eyes, invoke in me such a deep physical need that never seems to be satiated. My whole body aches to be in his arms, to be caressed by him, to touch him in return, to loose ourselves in passionate lovemaking. I never imagined love for another person could be like this. Breathtaking, it reaches into my very soul and envelops my whole being.
Jack, my one true love, captured my heart long ago making my wishes all come true the night he first kissed me. Not the undercover kiss at Callaghan and Merced but the passionate kiss of a lover three weeks, two days and six hours after I turned down the New York job. We were married a month later. Ever since that kiss I fall more in love with Jack each day.
This love fills my heart with joy at the sight of him now and I am so overwhelmed it brings tears to my eyes. He is used to that by now. It even happens to him. Sometimes, he will kiss me or hug me and we will both end up weeping in each other’s arms at the depth of our love for each other. I marvel at how this magic of new love has not worn off. I thought after all this time some of the passion and fervor would have faded, but it has only deepened. “Oh, God”, I silently pray, “thank you for blessing me with Jack.”
Sometimes it is scary because I don’t know what I would do if I ever lost Jack. That is a very real possibility since he faces danger almost every day. Jack has told me he feels the same way about me. We have talked about those dangers; but, we both trust in God and, most of the time, let Him carry our concerns as His Word tells us in Matthew 6:34a, NIV translation, “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.”
The Bureau knows it is a possibility too and ‘suggested’ that I continue to use my maiden name at work. The rationale behind that suggestion was, if one of us goes down while on an assignment, they will immediately know which one of us it is by our name. Jack was not too happy with that arrangement, but it was a small price to pay for us to continue working together.
Lynn
Thanks Cindy01. I did that but sometimes the words won't highlight. On this 2nd post I just retyped the red words, clicking on the color before typing the word, if they wouldn't highlight and that seemed to work. But I still can't seem to fix post #1.
Lynn
Lynn
Nicely done once again...and good to know they didn't wait too long to get married 
Aw, I think I know what Sue's planning on telling Jack..... 
Whoohoo!
Whoohoo!
This is great....keep posting...I'm waiting for more....
~laura michelle~
~laura michelle~
Just had time to read the first post and I love it!!!! Very clever. Will be back soon to read the rest. You have a natural writing style that make the words flow. 
and I'm already dreaming about what Sue has to tell Jack about.
kav
and I'm already dreaming about what Sue has to tell Jack about.kav
Chapter 3
As Jack approaches I give him my most sly smile. “And what’s going on in that scheming mind of yours now, Mrs. Hudson?” he says, as he taps his finger on my forehead. “I can tell you’re up to something” he continues. “Who, me?” I reply. “I don’t know whatever your talking about, Jack” as I turn and start to sit down at my desk, looking back at him and grinning. “Get real” he mouths as he takes my hand and pulls me towards the nearest conference room for what I know will be a class act rendezvous.
As he shuts the conference room door and turns the lock, I shake my hand loose and sign, while backing away from him, “Did you miss me this morning?” I do my best to replace the sly smile with an innocent one; but, I couldn’t pull it off, as I’m having too much fun teasing him. He slowly walks toward me, signing “You’re going to have to teach me how to do that, Mrs. Hudson”, his eyes darkening with passion. “Do what Mr. Hudson?” I sign and speak, trying to say it in as sensual a voice I can muster. Feeling very frisky I fail miserably and it comes out in what I suspect is a devilish tone.
“Teasing me in such a sexy manner” he replies and signs. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me to him, bringing his lips lightly to my mouth sending my senses reeling, my body quaking for his touch. Pulling back just far enough for me to read his lips, he looks down into my eyes and says “You have always turned me on with your womanly wiles, Sue, from the first day we met. But you’ve been driving me crazy with your blatant sexuality this past month, ever since we discovered you’re pregnant.” He gives me that captivating smile which makes the corners of his eyes crinkle and continues huskily, “Is this the ‘new you’? Or is it just hormones at work?”
I ignore his last remark murmuring “Hmmm, how nice of you to notice”, as I reach up and throw my arms around his neck, ending the physical torture of wanting him as I pull his mouth to mine in a searing kiss. I loose all sense of reality as he pulls me even tighter to him, deepening the kiss. My legs turn to rubber and I lean into him feeling his strong arms holding me up. When we can no longer breathe his mouth moves to the side and he begins to circle my face with kisses, then moving on to my neck, turning me into a mass of Jell-O. He ends his onslaught of kisses at the V of my red sweater, pulling me tightly to him in a passionate hug. I can feel him sighing and we stay locked in each others arms, giving our rising desires a chance to subside. As we stand there embracing each other, letting our racing hearts slow down, my mind comes back to the present thinking red is his favorite color on me, I’ll have to wear red tomorrow night.
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As Jack unlocks the door and ushers me out of the conference room, after making ourselves presentable, I turn to him and ask “What were you and Bobby discussing when I arrived? Was it any thing that might prevent us from leaving early?” “Naw” he replied, “we were just talking about the latest antics being reported in the media by some of the ‘Dream Team’ players” and winked.
We left work by 2:30p, dropping the January report off with Randy on our way out, and spent the rest of the afternoon running errands and packing for the trip. Our plan is to get an early start tomorrow morning as it is an eight hour drive to the Inn. I am excited and can’t wait to get there.
Lynn
As Jack approaches I give him my most sly smile. “And what’s going on in that scheming mind of yours now, Mrs. Hudson?” he says, as he taps his finger on my forehead. “I can tell you’re up to something” he continues. “Who, me?” I reply. “I don’t know whatever your talking about, Jack” as I turn and start to sit down at my desk, looking back at him and grinning. “Get real” he mouths as he takes my hand and pulls me towards the nearest conference room for what I know will be a class act rendezvous.
As he shuts the conference room door and turns the lock, I shake my hand loose and sign, while backing away from him, “Did you miss me this morning?” I do my best to replace the sly smile with an innocent one; but, I couldn’t pull it off, as I’m having too much fun teasing him. He slowly walks toward me, signing “You’re going to have to teach me how to do that, Mrs. Hudson”, his eyes darkening with passion. “Do what Mr. Hudson?” I sign and speak, trying to say it in as sensual a voice I can muster. Feeling very frisky I fail miserably and it comes out in what I suspect is a devilish tone.
“Teasing me in such a sexy manner” he replies and signs. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me to him, bringing his lips lightly to my mouth sending my senses reeling, my body quaking for his touch. Pulling back just far enough for me to read his lips, he looks down into my eyes and says “You have always turned me on with your womanly wiles, Sue, from the first day we met. But you’ve been driving me crazy with your blatant sexuality this past month, ever since we discovered you’re pregnant.” He gives me that captivating smile which makes the corners of his eyes crinkle and continues huskily, “Is this the ‘new you’? Or is it just hormones at work?”
I ignore his last remark murmuring “Hmmm, how nice of you to notice”, as I reach up and throw my arms around his neck, ending the physical torture of wanting him as I pull his mouth to mine in a searing kiss. I loose all sense of reality as he pulls me even tighter to him, deepening the kiss. My legs turn to rubber and I lean into him feeling his strong arms holding me up. When we can no longer breathe his mouth moves to the side and he begins to circle my face with kisses, then moving on to my neck, turning me into a mass of Jell-O. He ends his onslaught of kisses at the V of my red sweater, pulling me tightly to him in a passionate hug. I can feel him sighing and we stay locked in each others arms, giving our rising desires a chance to subside. As we stand there embracing each other, letting our racing hearts slow down, my mind comes back to the present thinking red is his favorite color on me, I’ll have to wear red tomorrow night.
*******
As Jack unlocks the door and ushers me out of the conference room, after making ourselves presentable, I turn to him and ask “What were you and Bobby discussing when I arrived? Was it any thing that might prevent us from leaving early?” “Naw” he replied, “we were just talking about the latest antics being reported in the media by some of the ‘Dream Team’ players” and winked.
We left work by 2:30p, dropping the January report off with Randy on our way out, and spent the rest of the afternoon running errands and packing for the trip. Our plan is to get an early start tomorrow morning as it is an eight hour drive to the Inn. I am excited and can’t wait to get there.
Lynn
QUOTE(Kav @ Feb 14 2007, 06:06 AM) 
Just had time to read the first post and I love it!!!! Very clever. Will be back soon to read the rest. You have a natural writing style that make the words flow. and I'm already dreaming about what Sue has to tell Jack about.
kav
kav
Thank you Kav. I consider that an extreme compliment as your writing is superb. It is so descriptive, much more so than I could ever do. I never dreamed writing could be so difficult! Writers such as yourself make it seem so easy. Plus, even though I'm a grandma, I don't have a lot of experience in the romance arena so it is hard to find the words. And to top it off I'm a perfectionist. I just hope I can live up to your expectations.
Well, now I've got to go and finish the ending to my story. I hope I can complete it before tonight's deadline, that perfectionist thing again! 
QUOTE(theatrenut86 @ Feb 13 2007, 11:15 PM)
Nicely done once again...and good to know they didn't wait too long to get married
Thanks Kaci.
I was going to make it a week, but someone else already did that. And I figured if I write a story about that I would need to have them wait a month just to give me time to write it.
Lynn
I have ideas running onto my head, and I'm looking forward to see if one of them is what Sue is waiting to tell Jack 
Caught up on two wonderful posts. I'm so excited for what Sue wants to tell Jack. I've had a guess at what it is from the first post and I can't wait to see if it's right.
What a beautiful story! I'm thoroughly enjoying it so far! I can't wait to find out what's all going on
Sue's going to have a 
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Not that I would ‘eavesdrop’ mind you. It’s just that I have developed the habit of glancing around the bullpen for ongoing conversations to keep abreast of current case activity,
Love that inisight...now I'm up to post two and if Jack and Sue don't leave on time they'll be stuck in the snowstorm that's sweeping the eastern coast! I love being party to Sue's inner thoughts about her husaband... 
kav
Okay -- so if Jack already knows about the baby...then what is Sue going to surprise him with? 
Well...among other things... 
kav
Well...among other things... kav
This is wonderful. You are doing a fabulous job on expressing everything Sue is feeling.Being single, I'm living vicariously through all the Valentine stories.
Can I have a Jack? Please!!!!Excited to read more.
Love Ya'll!
Chapter 4 – February 14 – 5:30 AM
Jack caresses me awake this morning, his fingers making a slow circling path up and down my body, ending on my lips. I’m reluctant to awake so, instead of throwing my arms around his neck and giving him my usual passionate good morning kiss, I move closer to him, burrowing my head and face into his chest, wanting to just snuggle up and be held. I wonder if being pregnant has anything to do with this change from my normal routine.
He shifts his focus from the beginning of passionate lovemaking to tenderness and concern for my well being, accommodating my mood, hugging me tightly to him. We lay there, for what seems like forever, Jack running his hands over my back in soothing caresses. I am in a total state of bliss, suspended in time, marveling at his love for me; how he has this intuitive way of knowing that, at this moment in time, I just want to be held and that’s enough for him. I love him so very much.
I suddenly realize the reason for my change from our normal wake up routine. I was a little nauseous and with his soothing caresses it has now subsided. My heart surges even more with love for this man who seems to know, and willing provide for, my every need. I whisper a silent, or so I thought, prayer: Thank you God for this wonderful man. Jack breaks our embrace and lifts my chin up for me to read his lips, staring at me with those luscious twinkling brown eyes. “And what man might that be?” he asks. Catching the spirit of his teasing mood, I reply saucily “Why, the milkman, of course, isn’t it always the milkman? Or is it the postman?”
He falls backwards on the bed, taking me with him and I feel his chest rumble with laughter. Then, furrowing his brow, eyes dancing mischievously, he taps my nose and says “just let the milkman or postman or any man, for that matter, try to woo you from me….we are destined to be together, happily ever after Mrs. Hudson. You got that?” “Yes sir,” I say, in as meek a voice as I can muster, and begin smothering him in kisses. We are soon lost in the giving of ourselves to each other.
Much later he positions his head so I can read his lips and says, in that sultry voice he uses on me, “Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart. Am I your valentine?” “Oh, yes” I reply giving him MY most sultry look, and hopefully, voice, “And I have a very special valentine gift for my very very special valentine guy.” Releasing me from his arms and rising on one elbow, he exclaims “Wait just a doggone minute Sue. We were not supposed to give each other a gift this year. The trip is our gift to each other.” Reaching up I grab his head, running my fingers thru his jet black, thick, coarse hair and slowly bring his head down so our noses touch, answering with “I know, but this is a different kind of gift, an intangible gift.”
He pulls his head back, smiling smugly and says “I thought you already gave me that gift” and begins to lazily circle my mouth with his finger. His touch sends a new surge of desire thru me and our lips join in another passionate kiss. He ends it quickly though and, resuming that smug look states “Then I guess it’s a good thing I’ve got a little something for you too. So, I guess we’re even.” With that, he throws the covers off and climbs out of bed continuing, “Now, I would love to stay here with you all day, but we had better get up and get crackin or we’ll never make it to the Inn by dark.” He takes my hand and pulls me up and towards the shower.
Lynn
Jack caresses me awake this morning, his fingers making a slow circling path up and down my body, ending on my lips. I’m reluctant to awake so, instead of throwing my arms around his neck and giving him my usual passionate good morning kiss, I move closer to him, burrowing my head and face into his chest, wanting to just snuggle up and be held. I wonder if being pregnant has anything to do with this change from my normal routine.
He shifts his focus from the beginning of passionate lovemaking to tenderness and concern for my well being, accommodating my mood, hugging me tightly to him. We lay there, for what seems like forever, Jack running his hands over my back in soothing caresses. I am in a total state of bliss, suspended in time, marveling at his love for me; how he has this intuitive way of knowing that, at this moment in time, I just want to be held and that’s enough for him. I love him so very much.
I suddenly realize the reason for my change from our normal wake up routine. I was a little nauseous and with his soothing caresses it has now subsided. My heart surges even more with love for this man who seems to know, and willing provide for, my every need. I whisper a silent, or so I thought, prayer: Thank you God for this wonderful man. Jack breaks our embrace and lifts my chin up for me to read his lips, staring at me with those luscious twinkling brown eyes. “And what man might that be?” he asks. Catching the spirit of his teasing mood, I reply saucily “Why, the milkman, of course, isn’t it always the milkman? Or is it the postman?”
He falls backwards on the bed, taking me with him and I feel his chest rumble with laughter. Then, furrowing his brow, eyes dancing mischievously, he taps my nose and says “just let the milkman or postman or any man, for that matter, try to woo you from me….we are destined to be together, happily ever after Mrs. Hudson. You got that?” “Yes sir,” I say, in as meek a voice as I can muster, and begin smothering him in kisses. We are soon lost in the giving of ourselves to each other.
Much later he positions his head so I can read his lips and says, in that sultry voice he uses on me, “Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart. Am I your valentine?” “Oh, yes” I reply giving him MY most sultry look, and hopefully, voice, “And I have a very special valentine gift for my very very special valentine guy.” Releasing me from his arms and rising on one elbow, he exclaims “Wait just a doggone minute Sue. We were not supposed to give each other a gift this year. The trip is our gift to each other.” Reaching up I grab his head, running my fingers thru his jet black, thick, coarse hair and slowly bring his head down so our noses touch, answering with “I know, but this is a different kind of gift, an intangible gift.”
He pulls his head back, smiling smugly and says “I thought you already gave me that gift” and begins to lazily circle my mouth with his finger. His touch sends a new surge of desire thru me and our lips join in another passionate kiss. He ends it quickly though and, resuming that smug look states “Then I guess it’s a good thing I’ve got a little something for you too. So, I guess we’re even.” With that, he throws the covers off and climbs out of bed continuing, “Now, I would love to stay here with you all day, but we had better get up and get crackin or we’ll never make it to the Inn by dark.” He takes my hand and pulls me up and towards the shower.
Lynn
QUOTE(Kav @ Feb 14 2007, 09:29 AM)
Okay -- so if Jack already knows about the baby...then what is Sue going to surprise him with? Well...among other things...
kav
Well...among other things... kav
In due time....
QUOTE(Frwdgranny @ Feb 14 2007, 10:48 AM)
Jack caresses me awake this morning, his fingers making a slow circling path up and down my body, ending on my lips. I’m reluctant to awake so, instead of throwing my arms around his neck and giving him my usual passionate good morning kiss, I move closer to him, burrowing my head and face into his chest, wanting to just snuggle up and be held. I wonder if being pregnant has anything to do with this change from my normal routine.
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Boy, I'm getting really good at writing the lamest comments
That was beautiful.. I love the milk man or postman joke 
Wonderful job! Please, keep it coming
Chapter 5
I enter the kitchen slowly, testing the smells of breakfast Jack is preparing to see if the nausea will return. It does not. I dance over to my dream man stirring scrambled eggs and wrap my arms around his waist, giving him a big hug. Turning his head to look over his shoulder he says “You keep that up and we’ll have burnt eggs for breakfast.” “It won’t be the first time” I remind him dryly, then dance away to set the table. Jack sets the bacon and eggs on the table and reaches for me, pulling me back into his arms. His expression changes to one of sheer adulation as he looks deep into my eyes and says “It is I who needs to say ‘Thank You God’ for blessing me with you” he says huskily. Yet again, we are lost in a sensual kiss.
*******
Jack has finished loading our bags and equipment in the car and left to go fill it up with gas. I’ve stayed behind to wait for Lucy to IM me directions to the Inn. Jack and I almost had an argument when he told me he had not downloaded a map to the Inn. What is it about the male map phobia gene? Do only boys get that gene? However, I couldn’t let something that trivial spoil the start of our vacation. Besides I scold myself you resigned long ago not to let that gene upset you. It is just one of those little give and take adjustments married couples have to make. You're really upset at yourself that you forgot to print off the map and driving directions yesterday before leaving work. So, don't go blaming Jack for your shortcomings. Hmmm, no wonder men are sometimes confused about women...we say one thing but think and do something else. That's another thing I'll have to be cognizant of, especially during the next seven months.
*******
There is just one last thing I need to do. I’m standing by the bed looking down at the sonogram picture in my hand. I can feel the tears begin to stream down my face. They are tears of joy with a little bit of fear mixed in. Joy, for the love I feel for these two little babies, growing inside of me, only eight weeks old. It is as overwhelming to me as my love for their father. Fear, for the unknown: Will the pregnancy go smoothly? Will I carry them to term? Will they be healthy? How much pain will there be during delivery? Will I be a good mother? Lucy said once I would make a good mother; but, how does she know? How do I know? I have no doubts about Jack being a good father. He will be the best!
Do all pregnant women feel this way about the new life inside them? Maybe Jack is right, it must be the hormones kicking in. Poor Jack, I have a feeling he is going to be in for the ride of his life, trying to keep up with all these emotions of mine. I need to remember that when I make some outrageous request and not let his reactions upset me. This thought brings a smile to my face and the fear quickly subsides and is replaced again with joy. I fall on my knees at the bedside, as I did when a child, and utter a prayer of thanksgiving: Thank you, Lord, for blessing me, not only with Jack; but, now these two precious lives. Please let us all be healthy and guide the hands of the doctors, nurses, technicians and all those involved with the safe delivery and care of these gifts of life inside me. Guide Jack and me as we prepare our hearts and minds to raise these babies into strong, caring, compassionate adults to serve you. I ask this in the name of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen. Oh, and one more thing, Lord. Help Jack to bear the shock when I tell him this evening there are two babies. Thank you.
I rise from the floor and go to the bathroom to wash the tears from my face. Jack will be home soon and I don’t want him to see that I’ve been weeping and say I’m hormonal again. Now, time to wrap this very special valentine. I quickly put the picture inside the frame I’ve purchased, wiggle the frame back into the box and wrap it with the baby paper covered with pink and blue teddy bears. I add white ribbon and affix the tiny little tennis shoe booties to the package instead of a bow. I smile as I remember purchasing them. I was going to buy a pretty little pair of white knitted booties, but when I saw the tennis shoes I just had to have them. They are so cute and either a boy or girl can wear them. Of course, I bought them before going to the doctor yesterday and finding out we’re having twins. We will have to find another pair, but in a different color. Our babies may be identical, but they will have different personalities. I don’t want them to be overshadowed by their twin. Hmm, I wonder how Jack will feel about that. Well, I’ll just have to make sure he feels the same way. I place the package in my purse and head down the stairs to see if Jack is home.
Lynn
I enter the kitchen slowly, testing the smells of breakfast Jack is preparing to see if the nausea will return. It does not. I dance over to my dream man stirring scrambled eggs and wrap my arms around his waist, giving him a big hug. Turning his head to look over his shoulder he says “You keep that up and we’ll have burnt eggs for breakfast.” “It won’t be the first time” I remind him dryly, then dance away to set the table. Jack sets the bacon and eggs on the table and reaches for me, pulling me back into his arms. His expression changes to one of sheer adulation as he looks deep into my eyes and says “It is I who needs to say ‘Thank You God’ for blessing me with you” he says huskily. Yet again, we are lost in a sensual kiss.
*******
Jack has finished loading our bags and equipment in the car and left to go fill it up with gas. I’ve stayed behind to wait for Lucy to IM me directions to the Inn. Jack and I almost had an argument when he told me he had not downloaded a map to the Inn. What is it about the male map phobia gene? Do only boys get that gene? However, I couldn’t let something that trivial spoil the start of our vacation. Besides I scold myself you resigned long ago not to let that gene upset you. It is just one of those little give and take adjustments married couples have to make. You're really upset at yourself that you forgot to print off the map and driving directions yesterday before leaving work. So, don't go blaming Jack for your shortcomings. Hmmm, no wonder men are sometimes confused about women...we say one thing but think and do something else. That's another thing I'll have to be cognizant of, especially during the next seven months.
*******
There is just one last thing I need to do. I’m standing by the bed looking down at the sonogram picture in my hand. I can feel the tears begin to stream down my face. They are tears of joy with a little bit of fear mixed in. Joy, for the love I feel for these two little babies, growing inside of me, only eight weeks old. It is as overwhelming to me as my love for their father. Fear, for the unknown: Will the pregnancy go smoothly? Will I carry them to term? Will they be healthy? How much pain will there be during delivery? Will I be a good mother? Lucy said once I would make a good mother; but, how does she know? How do I know? I have no doubts about Jack being a good father. He will be the best!
Do all pregnant women feel this way about the new life inside them? Maybe Jack is right, it must be the hormones kicking in. Poor Jack, I have a feeling he is going to be in for the ride of his life, trying to keep up with all these emotions of mine. I need to remember that when I make some outrageous request and not let his reactions upset me. This thought brings a smile to my face and the fear quickly subsides and is replaced again with joy. I fall on my knees at the bedside, as I did when a child, and utter a prayer of thanksgiving: Thank you, Lord, for blessing me, not only with Jack; but, now these two precious lives. Please let us all be healthy and guide the hands of the doctors, nurses, technicians and all those involved with the safe delivery and care of these gifts of life inside me. Guide Jack and me as we prepare our hearts and minds to raise these babies into strong, caring, compassionate adults to serve you. I ask this in the name of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen. Oh, and one more thing, Lord. Help Jack to bear the shock when I tell him this evening there are two babies. Thank you.
I rise from the floor and go to the bathroom to wash the tears from my face. Jack will be home soon and I don’t want him to see that I’ve been weeping and say I’m hormonal again. Now, time to wrap this very special valentine. I quickly put the picture inside the frame I’ve purchased, wiggle the frame back into the box and wrap it with the baby paper covered with pink and blue teddy bears. I add white ribbon and affix the tiny little tennis shoe booties to the package instead of a bow. I smile as I remember purchasing them. I was going to buy a pretty little pair of white knitted booties, but when I saw the tennis shoes I just had to have them. They are so cute and either a boy or girl can wear them. Of course, I bought them before going to the doctor yesterday and finding out we’re having twins. We will have to find another pair, but in a different color. Our babies may be identical, but they will have different personalities. I don’t want them to be overshadowed by their twin. Hmm, I wonder how Jack will feel about that. Well, I’ll just have to make sure he feels the same way. I place the package in my purse and head down the stairs to see if Jack is home.
Lynn
Twins.. that's what I thought Beautiful! Wonderful!
Beautiful! Wonderful!
For those of you who have read that last posting, I changed the paragraph with the IM ME text. I c&p the wrong version when posting. Sorry.
Lynn
Lynn
Just caught up from lots of posts, this is a great story you are telling us here and it seems to me you have written things before. You're really good at this.
I wonder how Jack would react to two babies? He'd better take his heart medication. Ha Ha!
I wonder how Jack would react to two babies? He'd better take his heart medication. Ha Ha!
Ok, for anyone who might be hanging around 
for the conclusion, don't bother. I know what is going to happen, but have to now write it. It will probably be later this evening before I finish, given how long it takes me to write and revise..revise....revise.... 
think I'll get me some 
to boost my word power!
Lynn
for the conclusion, don't bother. I know what is going to happen, but have to now write it. It will probably be later this evening before I finish, given how long it takes me to write and revise..revise....revise.... think I'll get me some to boost my word power! Lynn
QUOTE(Nik @ Feb 14 2007, 10:39 AM)
Just caught up from lots of posts, this is a great story you are telling us here and it seems to me you have written things before. You're really good at this.
I wonder how Jack would react to two babies? He'd better take his heart medication. Ha Ha!
I wonder how Jack would react to two babies? He'd better take his heart medication. Ha Ha!
The only thing I've written has been work related; i.e. evaluations, budget narratives, and computer software manuals. Nothing like writing fanfic!
I want to thank you all for your wonderful comments. It is great encouragement. I'm glad you like the story. I just hope I won't disappoint you with the ending. Now off to
Lynn
Yap, exactly was I was thinking ... double surprise !!!!
You're doing great, Lynn !
You're doing great, Lynn !
QUOTE(tracyfbeye @ Feb 14 2007, 11:25 AM)
Twins.. that's what I thought
Beautiful! Wonderful! 
That's so wonderful!
So sweet
just caught up, it's a bummer when you have to work all day
great story, i love it but i'm a sucker for babies
cath
great story, i love it but i'm a sucker for babies
cath
Lynn, I just caught up on your story, and it is absolutely delightful!! You're doing a wonderful job, and I can't believe you have never written anything either!!!
I love the way you write our favorite couple!! And, I can't wait until Sue tells Jack that they are having twins!! He's probably going to faint!!!
Joy
I love the way you write our favorite couple!! And, I can't wait until Sue tells Jack that they are having twins!! He's probably going to faint!!!
Joy
Thanks for the great comments. Once I actually sit down to write, instead of just thinking about it, is does seem easier; but, the proofing just seems to have a mind of its own and want me to revise...revise...revise...i.e. "oh this would be better if I said that" or "Jack wouldn't do that".
Ok, I said there would be only one more post, but it seems I lied. Here is a short one.
Chapter 6
The drive to Vermont is uneventful. I slept quite a bit, which surprised me, and again wonder if that is because I’m pregnant. It seems like I’m thinking that all the time now. We left Levi with Lucy for the trip so we did not have to stop and take him for his walks. Jack wanted Levi to come with us, thought I would need him; but, as much as I love Levi, and don’t know what I would do without him, he is like a child needing special attention and I did not want the interruptions. This will most likely be our last special time away before the babies are born, at least while I still have my figure, and I suspect it will be quite awhile before we can get away after their birth. I wanted us to focus all our attention on each other without interruptions. Besides, I reminded Jack, we couldn’t take him skiing with us and I wouldn’t want to leave him alone. Reluctantly, Jack had finally agreed.
Upon arriving at the Mountain Valley Bed and Breakfast Inn we check in and are shown to our room. The inn is small, only 16 rooms and is luxuriously furnished with antique pieces throughout. Ours is a large two room suite with a fireplace in the sitting room and a whirlpool tub for two in the bathroom. The bedroom has a Victorian four-poster feather bed with several hand-made quilts adorning the bed and strewn about the room, complementing the antique dresser, chest and chairs. What a perfect setting for our romantic get-a-way.
Dinner won’t be served for a couple of hours so we have plenty of time to ourselves for whatever we fancy. Glancing over at Jack, he looks beat. I’m suddenly concerned for him. He’s been working long hours on several high profile cases the past few weeks and needs to give his body a chance to catch up on his rest. And I haven’t helped in that matter either with my craving for lovemaking turned up a notch these past couple of months. Not that Jack would ever complain about my craving. And he always says making love helps to relieve the stress of work and doesn’t know how he ever got along without “his stress reliever” my first three years on the team. I turn to him saying, “You’ve been cooped up in the car driving all day. Do you want to stretch your legs and go for a walk around the grounds before dark? Or would you like to rest for a few minutes?”
He walks over and stands in front of me, looking down, arms at his sides, teasing me with his nearness. He smiles but it does not reach his eyes telling me he is tired, and asks “What would you like to do?” “I think I would like to stay here and give you a back and neck rub” I reply. “You did take your medicine this morning, didn’t you?” He shakes his head affirmative and, shaking his finger at me, adds, “And I brought it with me. You know I never go anywhere without it” and gives me a lame smile. “That settles it” I say. “I slept in the car and feel refreshed, but you need to rest. After all, I can’t have you falling asleep on me on our big Valentine’s day date. You go shower and I'll unpack. Afterwards I'll give you a rub down, then I'll shower while you rest for a half hour.” A plan is beginning to formulate in my mind.
Lynn
Ok, I said there would be only one more post, but it seems I lied. Here is a short one.
Chapter 6
The drive to Vermont is uneventful. I slept quite a bit, which surprised me, and again wonder if that is because I’m pregnant. It seems like I’m thinking that all the time now. We left Levi with Lucy for the trip so we did not have to stop and take him for his walks. Jack wanted Levi to come with us, thought I would need him; but, as much as I love Levi, and don’t know what I would do without him, he is like a child needing special attention and I did not want the interruptions. This will most likely be our last special time away before the babies are born, at least while I still have my figure, and I suspect it will be quite awhile before we can get away after their birth. I wanted us to focus all our attention on each other without interruptions. Besides, I reminded Jack, we couldn’t take him skiing with us and I wouldn’t want to leave him alone. Reluctantly, Jack had finally agreed.
Upon arriving at the Mountain Valley Bed and Breakfast Inn we check in and are shown to our room. The inn is small, only 16 rooms and is luxuriously furnished with antique pieces throughout. Ours is a large two room suite with a fireplace in the sitting room and a whirlpool tub for two in the bathroom. The bedroom has a Victorian four-poster feather bed with several hand-made quilts adorning the bed and strewn about the room, complementing the antique dresser, chest and chairs. What a perfect setting for our romantic get-a-way.
Dinner won’t be served for a couple of hours so we have plenty of time to ourselves for whatever we fancy. Glancing over at Jack, he looks beat. I’m suddenly concerned for him. He’s been working long hours on several high profile cases the past few weeks and needs to give his body a chance to catch up on his rest. And I haven’t helped in that matter either with my craving for lovemaking turned up a notch these past couple of months. Not that Jack would ever complain about my craving. And he always says making love helps to relieve the stress of work and doesn’t know how he ever got along without “his stress reliever” my first three years on the team. I turn to him saying, “You’ve been cooped up in the car driving all day. Do you want to stretch your legs and go for a walk around the grounds before dark? Or would you like to rest for a few minutes?”
He walks over and stands in front of me, looking down, arms at his sides, teasing me with his nearness. He smiles but it does not reach his eyes telling me he is tired, and asks “What would you like to do?” “I think I would like to stay here and give you a back and neck rub” I reply. “You did take your medicine this morning, didn’t you?” He shakes his head affirmative and, shaking his finger at me, adds, “And I brought it with me. You know I never go anywhere without it” and gives me a lame smile. “That settles it” I say. “I slept in the car and feel refreshed, but you need to rest. After all, I can’t have you falling asleep on me on our big Valentine’s day date. You go shower and I'll unpack. Afterwards I'll give you a rub down, then I'll shower while you rest for a half hour.” A plan is beginning to formulate in my mind.
Lynn
It's okay to lie to us every once and awhile, just don't make it a habit
I wonder what Sue's plan is.
I edited and added to my last post. Sorry about that. I told you my revise self has a mind of its own!Lynn
Don't worry Lynn, that happens. I'm sure it will be perfect anyways! A wonderful job. Can't wait to see what Sue's going to do 
another beautiful post and i love that jack wanted to take levi with them
cath
cath
What a great story this is. You are pulling off writing in the first person magnificently.
It is great to privy to Sue's inner thoughts. It comes across very strongly that Sue is deeply in love with her husband.
It is great to privy to Sue's inner thoughts. It comes across very strongly that Sue is deeply in love with her husband.
Oh, this is just sooooo good! Your writing is excellent. After you mentioned Sue being pregnant, my next thought was that she would surprise him with news of a multiple pregnancy and I was right! Cool! More please!!
Donna
Donna
great work....I just hope Jack's okay
~laura michelle~
~laura michelle~
Just caught up on this story and I love it Lynn! 
And twins?! How cute!
Great job!
Em
And twins?! How cute!
Great job!
Em
I'm on 
now that I've caught up. It must be my fever fogged brain, because I didn't even think about the possibility of twins! And I can't wait to read Jack's reaction when he finds out. You captured beautifully how much he cares for Sue and all through her own thoughts.
kav
now that I've caught up. It must be my fever fogged brain, because I didn't even think about the possibility of twins! And I can't wait to read Jack's reaction when he finds out. You captured beautifully how much he cares for Sue and all through her own thoughts. kav
just caught this fantastic story and cant wait to find out sues plan of telling jack more soon please
Lin
This is such a romantic getaway. Can't wait for the next post!
Ok, this story just went over the word limit for a short story, so I need to change the description to short long story. Here is the next post. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 7
When I see how tired Jack is I make an instant decision. Instead of going to the dining room, as originally planned, and having a leisurely dinner, then coming back to the room to give him my Valentine surprise, I decide to have dinner in our room. While Jack is in the shower I make a couple of phone calls and arrange for dinner to be delivered to our room at 9:00 PM. That will give us a few hours for Jack to shower, give him a massage and some hugs, then let him rest while I shower and dress in my new Victorian Secret Red nightie. Then when he wakes up, I can give him the surprise before we eat and we can celebrate together the rest of the evening, doing what comes naturally. That will also relieve my anxiety and hopefully let me relax a little. I’m getting excited again.
*******
When Jack comes out of the shower, I make him lie down on the bed. I apply lotion to his back and begin massaging his neck and shoulder muscles. He sure is tight and practically asleep already. I continue to massage him, kneading his muscles until I work out the kinks. Afterwards I continue to rub his back, the way he does mine so often. He lets out a small sigh and I know this is what he needs. After several minutes, I get up and proceed to take a bath and soak my stiff body from the long drive.
*******
I step out of a long hot soak in the whirlpool bath. Oh, it was simply divine. Of course, it would have been better if Jack had been there with me. But there will be time for that, maybe later this evening. Certainly tomorrow, and the next day and the next, grinning at the thought. I throw on my robe, having forgotten to bring my nightie with me and open the door. As I come out I glance at the clock to gauge how much time I have before dinner arrives. “Two hours. That should be enough time” I whisper to myself.
My eyes move over to the bed to check on Jack and I find him lazily propped up on one elbow eyeing me suspiciously. As soon as we make eye contact, he says “Enough time for what?” Instead of answering him, I smile sweetly and ask “how long have you been awake?” “A few minutes” he says as he swings his legs off the bed and slowly walks towards me. He stops just before his chest meets mine and mischievously states “you didn’t answer my question.” “Are you rested?” I ask, huskily, although there is really no need. I can see his eyes twinkling with merriment, signaling the return of my Jack.
He circles his arm gently around my waist and draws me to him, taking my lips with his in a passion filled kiss. “Does that answer your question?” he asks, his lips just far enough away for me to read. “I guess it does”, I answer breathlessly. Cocking his head to one side, he studies me, waiting for me to say more. I am determined not to answer his question yet, mainly because I am completely lost in his aura and can’t come up with something to tell him besides the truth, and I am not ready to do that just yet.
“Okay, I can see that you’re cooking something up and aren’t ready to tell me what it is just yet,” he says in that very sexy voice, passion oozing from his dark eyes. How is he able to read my mind? I wonder. He continues in that ‘giving orders at the workplace’ voice, “So, why don’t you go back into the bathroom and put some clothes on and I’ll do the same, then we can continue this conversation.” It is not a question. I can only nod my head and turn towards the closet to grab my nightie. I stuff it under my robe and scoot on back into the bathroom, hollering as I close the door “wear something casual”. I open the door and stick my head back out and give him my most seductive smile and sweetly say, “Something very casual” then slam the door shut.
Lynn
Chapter 7
When I see how tired Jack is I make an instant decision. Instead of going to the dining room, as originally planned, and having a leisurely dinner, then coming back to the room to give him my Valentine surprise, I decide to have dinner in our room. While Jack is in the shower I make a couple of phone calls and arrange for dinner to be delivered to our room at 9:00 PM. That will give us a few hours for Jack to shower, give him a massage and some hugs, then let him rest while I shower and dress in my new Victorian Secret Red nightie. Then when he wakes up, I can give him the surprise before we eat and we can celebrate together the rest of the evening, doing what comes naturally. That will also relieve my anxiety and hopefully let me relax a little. I’m getting excited again.
*******
When Jack comes out of the shower, I make him lie down on the bed. I apply lotion to his back and begin massaging his neck and shoulder muscles. He sure is tight and practically asleep already. I continue to massage him, kneading his muscles until I work out the kinks. Afterwards I continue to rub his back, the way he does mine so often. He lets out a small sigh and I know this is what he needs. After several minutes, I get up and proceed to take a bath and soak my stiff body from the long drive.
*******
I step out of a long hot soak in the whirlpool bath. Oh, it was simply divine. Of course, it would have been better if Jack had been there with me. But there will be time for that, maybe later this evening. Certainly tomorrow, and the next day and the next, grinning at the thought. I throw on my robe, having forgotten to bring my nightie with me and open the door. As I come out I glance at the clock to gauge how much time I have before dinner arrives. “Two hours. That should be enough time” I whisper to myself.
My eyes move over to the bed to check on Jack and I find him lazily propped up on one elbow eyeing me suspiciously. As soon as we make eye contact, he says “Enough time for what?” Instead of answering him, I smile sweetly and ask “how long have you been awake?” “A few minutes” he says as he swings his legs off the bed and slowly walks towards me. He stops just before his chest meets mine and mischievously states “you didn’t answer my question.” “Are you rested?” I ask, huskily, although there is really no need. I can see his eyes twinkling with merriment, signaling the return of my Jack.
He circles his arm gently around my waist and draws me to him, taking my lips with his in a passion filled kiss. “Does that answer your question?” he asks, his lips just far enough away for me to read. “I guess it does”, I answer breathlessly. Cocking his head to one side, he studies me, waiting for me to say more. I am determined not to answer his question yet, mainly because I am completely lost in his aura and can’t come up with something to tell him besides the truth, and I am not ready to do that just yet.
“Okay, I can see that you’re cooking something up and aren’t ready to tell me what it is just yet,” he says in that very sexy voice, passion oozing from his dark eyes. How is he able to read my mind? I wonder. He continues in that ‘giving orders at the workplace’ voice, “So, why don’t you go back into the bathroom and put some clothes on and I’ll do the same, then we can continue this conversation.” It is not a question. I can only nod my head and turn towards the closet to grab my nightie. I stuff it under my robe and scoot on back into the bathroom, hollering as I close the door “wear something casual”. I open the door and stick my head back out and give him my most seductive smile and sweetly say, “Something very casual” then slam the door shut.
Lynn
Lynn nicely done
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