[ Clamping a hand over her mouth, Grell suppresses a wheeze of pure adoration. While she'd always fancied the idea of sharing a domestic lifestyle with Will someday, actually seeing him play the role of a father far surpasses any fantasy she's had.
Although, he's almost too good at it, isn't he? Slowly pulling her hand away from her mouth, she cups her cheek with a lull of the head.
Well. Something to inquire about later. She's actually starving, and certain that William will be so upon waking, as well. Quietly, she'll tiptoe her way into the kitchen - certainly not to cook, but perhaps she can put something edible enough together.
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Although, he's almost too good at it, isn't he? Slowly pulling her hand away from her mouth, she cups her cheek with a lull of the head.
Well. Something to inquire about later. She's actually starving, and certain that William will be so upon waking, as well. Quietly, she'll tiptoe her way into the kitchen - certainly not to cook, but perhaps she can put something edible enough together.
Oh, and to start the coffeemaker, of course. ]