Some things you just can't walk past without buying. Occasionally, these same things you just can't rummage past in your closet without putting on. Vicki had found this shirt in a random tat shop in Seattle while they were on Earth, and she simply had to have it, straightaway. She was never going to forget the look on Jon's face when he'd first realised just what was emblazoned on it, either. It was fairly simple, just a long-sleeved black tee with a little printing ....a picture of Jon's face with the legend "Jon's Girl" across the boob area. Bootleg, of course, but Vicki loved it. And she just hadn't been able to resist wearing it on moving day. Humphrey was still laughing as she slipped out of his study after saying hello, skipping back to the suite where she and Jon were beginning the process of settling in.
Jon's mouth had dropped open when he'd seen the unauthorized bootleg t-shirt Vicki was wearing, but the look of shock had been quickly followed by laughter. Though he knew there was more than likely merchandise out there with his face on it that he wasn't aware of, he'd never personally encountered any, especially not on his own wife. The first order of business upon arriving at Maple Grove Manor was not greeting Humphrey but saying hello to Cosmo, the border collie who'd been a Christmas gift from Vicki and who seemed overjoyed that his master had returned home.
He'd said hello to his uncle, Cosmo at his heels, before turning to the task of hauling suitcases and boxes to the suite where he and Vicki were planning on settling and calling home for a while, insisting on doing most of the work himself, and not delegating it to hired help.
Cosmo had spent most of the morning herding Jon and Vicki back and forth as they unloaded boxes from the van they'd hired for the move, evidently more excited to see them than the dog could possibly have expressed with just drool. When Vicki stepped back in through the open door to the expansive suite of rooms Humphrey had insisted on giving them, the collie skidded across the polished floor of the main room to bump against her leg, turning his curious attention to the bump that everyone else in the house was politely ignoring. Laughing, the redhead scratched Cosmo's head fondly as she walked through the main rooms toward the bedroom. "Jon' You're not buried under a mountain of your own underwear, are you?"
"Hm?" Jon replied, fastidiously hanging each suit in its proper place in the large walk-in closet he had claimed for himself upon moving in. How many suits did one man need anyway' Jon's wardrobe put Carrie Bradshaw's to shame. Fortunately for him, most of them were given to him by designers who he'd either done a modeling gig for or who just wanted him to be seen wearing their label. "More like a mountain of suits," he proclaimed with a sigh, as he hung yet another classic black suit that didn't look much different than the others in the closet.
"Oh, you poor baby. Cosmo, off." The order was given in an absent-minded way, just forceful enough to get the dog off the bed seconds after he'd leapt onto it. Unfortunately not quick enough to save the next suit from being decorated with dusty, doggie footprints. Vicki chuckled, opening up another 'bedroom' box as the dog butted at her hip. "You know, I think the dog's missed us a bit. You more than me."
"Cosmo!" Jon exclaimed, hands on his hips as he eyed the dog who'd just pounced all over his best Armani suit. He sighed again as he swept the suit off the bed and attempted in vain to brush white Cosmo fur from the front of the black suit. "I think Uncle spoiled him. It's going to take weeks to get him under control again." Jon turned to hang the suit in the closet, pushing it away from the other suits hung there and making a mental note to get it cleaned in the morning, along with anything else that needed to go to the cleaners. "Did you say hello to Humphrey?" he asked, as Cosmo barked and nearly took Jon's legs out from under his when the dog squirmed between Jon's legs, demanding attention.
"Yeah, I just came from the study," Vicki told him with a faint chuckle, finally exuming her clicker and a bag of chicken jerky from the box she was rummaging through. "I think you're right about spoiling the dog, though. Cosmo ..." She pressed the clicker. The little sound obviously shot straight to the dog's core, since they'd been working on the clicker training with him for months. The collie's attention immediately turned to the redhead. "Sit. Jon, you okay?" As Cosmo sat down, Vicki tossed him a treat as a reward for behaving himself.
Recovered from his near tumble to the floor beneath an over-excited and overgrown puppy, Jon finished hanging the last of his suits in the closet before joining Vicki on the bed to take a short break. "Did he say anything about....you know." He gestured to the little bump beneath Vicki's shirt to indicate what he was talking about.
While Jon hung up the last of his precious suits, Vicki was sat on the end of the bed, reiterating with Cosmo what did and didn't apply as good behavior. The collie hadn't forgotten much in the couple of months since they'd left, but he'd been allowed to slide. It was going to take another couple of months to calm him down again, and with a baby on the way, they needed to have the dog under control. Relaxing, she leaned back onto her elbows as Jon sat down with her. "No, I think he was too busy laughing at the shirt," she admitted with a grin. "Which is why I wore it in the first place. You need to tell him before he starts finding ways to back you into a corner, stud muffin."
Reminded of the shirt, he looked it over again, furrowing his brows in puzzlement and trying to remember when the photo was taken, but failing, as it had been taken before he'd lost his memory. "Where the heck did you find it?" he asked, changing the subject momentarily from the pending talk with Humphrey.
She grinned cheerfully over at her husband. "Seattle, of course. I was bored, you were busy. I took Randy on a tour of the tourist spots, and we found a stall selling bootleg merchandise. You really think I was going to walk on by and not buy this?"
He rolled his eyes. "You're not planning on wearing that in public, are you?" The next thing he knew, she'd be wearing a t-shirt that proclaimed she was having Jon's baby. He wasn't angry about it; it was just embarrassing walking around with someone who was wearing a shirt with your own face splattered across it. "Although," he added, with a wry grin. "It does declare you as belonging to me." He pushed her back against the bed, hovering over with a mischievous gleam in his blue eyes. "Think it's too soon to christen the bed?"
Dropped back against the bed, Vicki let out a peal of laughter that set Cosmo off barking again. "With all the doors open?" she reminded her husband with a wide grin. "Yeah, I think it might be." Chuckling, she pushed up to kiss him fondly. "Besides, you might want to get a head start on that conversation with your uncle before he comes up here and starts hovering." Because Humphrey was so excited to have more people in the house, he just might move into this suite with them.
Jon's smile faded when she suggested for the second time that he tell Humphrey the good news, a case of the jitters setting in, though he wasn't sure why. "Are you coming with me" I mean, it's your news as much as it is mine." More so even, he thought, since she was the one who was with child. He'd just donated his sperm. "I'm not sure what to say. Hey, Uncle, I have some great news. We're having a baby. Surprise! I don't want to give him a heart attack."
Jon's mouth had dropped open when he'd seen the unauthorized bootleg t-shirt Vicki was wearing, but the look of shock had been quickly followed by laughter. Though he knew there was more than likely merchandise out there with his face on it that he wasn't aware of, he'd never personally encountered any, especially not on his own wife. The first order of business upon arriving at Maple Grove Manor was not greeting Humphrey but saying hello to Cosmo, the border collie who'd been a Christmas gift from Vicki and who seemed overjoyed that his master had returned home.
He'd said hello to his uncle, Cosmo at his heels, before turning to the task of hauling suitcases and boxes to the suite where he and Vicki were planning on settling and calling home for a while, insisting on doing most of the work himself, and not delegating it to hired help.
Cosmo had spent most of the morning herding Jon and Vicki back and forth as they unloaded boxes from the van they'd hired for the move, evidently more excited to see them than the dog could possibly have expressed with just drool. When Vicki stepped back in through the open door to the expansive suite of rooms Humphrey had insisted on giving them, the collie skidded across the polished floor of the main room to bump against her leg, turning his curious attention to the bump that everyone else in the house was politely ignoring. Laughing, the redhead scratched Cosmo's head fondly as she walked through the main rooms toward the bedroom. "Jon' You're not buried under a mountain of your own underwear, are you?"
"Hm?" Jon replied, fastidiously hanging each suit in its proper place in the large walk-in closet he had claimed for himself upon moving in. How many suits did one man need anyway' Jon's wardrobe put Carrie Bradshaw's to shame. Fortunately for him, most of them were given to him by designers who he'd either done a modeling gig for or who just wanted him to be seen wearing their label. "More like a mountain of suits," he proclaimed with a sigh, as he hung yet another classic black suit that didn't look much different than the others in the closet.
"Oh, you poor baby. Cosmo, off." The order was given in an absent-minded way, just forceful enough to get the dog off the bed seconds after he'd leapt onto it. Unfortunately not quick enough to save the next suit from being decorated with dusty, doggie footprints. Vicki chuckled, opening up another 'bedroom' box as the dog butted at her hip. "You know, I think the dog's missed us a bit. You more than me."
"Cosmo!" Jon exclaimed, hands on his hips as he eyed the dog who'd just pounced all over his best Armani suit. He sighed again as he swept the suit off the bed and attempted in vain to brush white Cosmo fur from the front of the black suit. "I think Uncle spoiled him. It's going to take weeks to get him under control again." Jon turned to hang the suit in the closet, pushing it away from the other suits hung there and making a mental note to get it cleaned in the morning, along with anything else that needed to go to the cleaners. "Did you say hello to Humphrey?" he asked, as Cosmo barked and nearly took Jon's legs out from under his when the dog squirmed between Jon's legs, demanding attention.
"Yeah, I just came from the study," Vicki told him with a faint chuckle, finally exuming her clicker and a bag of chicken jerky from the box she was rummaging through. "I think you're right about spoiling the dog, though. Cosmo ..." She pressed the clicker. The little sound obviously shot straight to the dog's core, since they'd been working on the clicker training with him for months. The collie's attention immediately turned to the redhead. "Sit. Jon, you okay?" As Cosmo sat down, Vicki tossed him a treat as a reward for behaving himself.
Recovered from his near tumble to the floor beneath an over-excited and overgrown puppy, Jon finished hanging the last of his suits in the closet before joining Vicki on the bed to take a short break. "Did he say anything about....you know." He gestured to the little bump beneath Vicki's shirt to indicate what he was talking about.
While Jon hung up the last of his precious suits, Vicki was sat on the end of the bed, reiterating with Cosmo what did and didn't apply as good behavior. The collie hadn't forgotten much in the couple of months since they'd left, but he'd been allowed to slide. It was going to take another couple of months to calm him down again, and with a baby on the way, they needed to have the dog under control. Relaxing, she leaned back onto her elbows as Jon sat down with her. "No, I think he was too busy laughing at the shirt," she admitted with a grin. "Which is why I wore it in the first place. You need to tell him before he starts finding ways to back you into a corner, stud muffin."
Reminded of the shirt, he looked it over again, furrowing his brows in puzzlement and trying to remember when the photo was taken, but failing, as it had been taken before he'd lost his memory. "Where the heck did you find it?" he asked, changing the subject momentarily from the pending talk with Humphrey.
She grinned cheerfully over at her husband. "Seattle, of course. I was bored, you were busy. I took Randy on a tour of the tourist spots, and we found a stall selling bootleg merchandise. You really think I was going to walk on by and not buy this?"
He rolled his eyes. "You're not planning on wearing that in public, are you?" The next thing he knew, she'd be wearing a t-shirt that proclaimed she was having Jon's baby. He wasn't angry about it; it was just embarrassing walking around with someone who was wearing a shirt with your own face splattered across it. "Although," he added, with a wry grin. "It does declare you as belonging to me." He pushed her back against the bed, hovering over with a mischievous gleam in his blue eyes. "Think it's too soon to christen the bed?"
Dropped back against the bed, Vicki let out a peal of laughter that set Cosmo off barking again. "With all the doors open?" she reminded her husband with a wide grin. "Yeah, I think it might be." Chuckling, she pushed up to kiss him fondly. "Besides, you might want to get a head start on that conversation with your uncle before he comes up here and starts hovering." Because Humphrey was so excited to have more people in the house, he just might move into this suite with them.
Jon's smile faded when she suggested for the second time that he tell Humphrey the good news, a case of the jitters setting in, though he wasn't sure why. "Are you coming with me" I mean, it's your news as much as it is mine." More so even, he thought, since she was the one who was with child. He'd just donated his sperm. "I'm not sure what to say. Hey, Uncle, I have some great news. We're having a baby. Surprise! I don't want to give him a heart attack."