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The Photo Hut - Tuesday

It had definitely been an interesting few days and when Liz had woken up that morning, Prompto wasn’t a child anymore.

It had been a bit hard to leave to head downstairs, since Liz was very tempted to just stay in but she knew she should go down and do some work, especially since she had missed Tuesday last week.

She didn’t actually have too much work to do but she thought she could get ahead start on some reports and try to finish her paperwork early this week.

(the Photo Hut is open!)

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Prompto himself had woken up that morning with a long groan and a swell of regret, because, out of all the weird things this island liked to throw at them, weekends like last weekend were among the worst for him. And, in all the previous times it had happened, he was such a weird and awkward kid that he could mostly avoid having to deal with it too much. He just sort of skulked somewhere where no one could bother him and it passed without incident, but this time, it was clearly different. And Liz had really gotten the full pre-glow up sad-sack depressed kid Prompto Argentum experience, hadn't she?

He kind of wanted to just sink into the floorboards and disappear forever at first, but that was obviously not an option, and not even something he really wanted anyway. He was just going to need a moment (or most of the morning, really) to just sort of groan and pout about it to himself before being willing to show his face to the world again.

Or at least to Liz.

So when he did finally make it downstairs, he was feeling quite a bit subdued and squishy, and went immediately over to the counter so that he could just hop over it and drape his arms around Liz from behind in a hug, accompanied by a kiss on the top of her head.

"....Hi."

Liz gave a small smile when Prompto draped his arms around her, leaning back against him, “hi,” she said softly, “how are you feeling?”

She wasn’t sure how much of the last few days Prompto did remember.

Oh, Prompto remembered all of it. Unfortunately. And the only thing preventing him from wanting to hide under a rock until the end of time was the fact that this was so much nicer.

And, well, it would be kind of a dick move to go through all the trouble of coming back in a timely fashion, just to turn around and die of childhood-induced embarrassment.

"Better," he assured Liz, giving her a little bit of a squeeze, and another kiss on the back of her head this time. "Sorry I was such an awkward weirdo as a kid. You were amazing, though."

Liz definitely appreciated that there was no dying of childhood induced embarrassment.

“I wasn’t sure if I was doing things right,” Liz admitted, “I’ve always turned into a child myself when it happens,” she enjoyed the feel of the squeeze and Prompto’s kiss on her the back of her head, “I think Rain did more work than I did,” she admitted.

"Poor Rain," Prompto said with a faint chuckle, resting his chin now on the top of Liz's head, idly looking over at what she'd been working on. "It's a good thing she already likes me, with the way I was clinging to her all weekend..."

There was a reluctant pause before he added, "Animals were always much easier than people, back then. You were great, though. Incredibly patient." He smiled softly, not that she could really see it. "Some of those maternal instincts kicking in, no doubt."

“I think it also helped that you were giving her a lot of attention,” Liz said with a smile as she reached over to turn the screen over so he could see the spreadsheets that she had been working on, “you’re definitely her favourite person now,”

“I think I did make a bit of progress talking about photography,” she said softly, “I know that always helped me when I was a child,” she added, “I was worried that I was going to do a bad job,” she admitted, “that I wasn’t going to be good looking after a child,” she bit her lip as her free hand went to her bump. “You really think I did a good job?”

"I think you did a great job," Prompto assured her, emphasizing it with another kiss. "And," he emphasized this, too, since he figured this was probably more to the point of her concerns, "you're going to continue to do a great job. Trust me, I know I was not an easy kid to deal with, but if you managed to make even me feel comfortable...

"Well," he amended with a faint, self-depricating chuckle, "slightly more comfortable, anyway...that's not nothing."

There was a slight pause before he added, tempted to put a hand to his own much smaller stomach just then, "Probably could have done with fewer pastries, though."

Liz did smile at that, relaxing a little as she felt rather relieved to hear that since the doubts about her ability to be a good mother had been playing on her mind, especially with the last few days.

“I wasn’t sure what to get,” she admitted, “I didn’t think it was a good idea getting our usual cups of coffee yesterday,”

Prompto chuckled a little at that. "Right?" he asked. "What kind of eight year old drinks coffee?"

Ignis.

The chuckle had brought Prompto's head down a little, so that the next soft kiss was directed at Liz's cheek, and, awkward as the position was for Prompto, he sort of nuzzled into her shoulder a little. In a way, he kind of reveled in how easy it was to contort himself, how easily he could move without all that extra weight.

"I'm pretty sure I'd have been happy with anything you'd have put in front of me, though."

Well. Probably not salad. But, you know...

“I did think that coffee might be a bit much,” Liz agreed, enjoying the feel of Prompto nuzzling into her shoulder, she smiled, “pastries did seem like the easier option,” she admitted, “but I did like cooking for you, you seemed to like breakfast …” she paused, “I just hope Rain doesn’t think she can sit at the table now,”

"Breakfast," Prompto confirmed, "was very good, but I don't know..." He chuckled a little, the nuzzling becoming slightly more focused in on maybe getting to tickle Liz a little, especially with the beard. "Why shouldn't she? She's part of the family, too, right?"

Liz enjoyed the feel of Prompto’s beard on her neck as she leaned into him, she did giggle as she felt it tickle, “I just never thought of having Rain joining us at the table before, you don’t think that’d be a little weird?”

"Babe," Prompto said with a teasing tone and a faint grin, "I just spent the weekend as an eight year old, and a cat at the table is too weird?"

Liz did have to laugh at that, “point taken,” she grinned, “so you think we should have Rain sit with us at the table for dinner tonight?”

"I don't see the harm, if that's something she'd like to do, anyway," said Prompto, who might be singing a different tune when this potentially turned into 'at the table' meaning 'on his lap specifically,' but only time would tell.

“Well we can try it tonight and see how she goes?” Liz considered, “she was pretty well behaved at the table on the weekend,”

Even though that could have also been all the extra attention she was getting that weekend as well.

"She's a good cat," Prompto noted fondly. "I don't think we've got much to worry about there."

“She’s a very good cat,” Liz agreed with a warm smile, “I think she deserves some treats,”

Not that they really needed an excuse to give her treats.

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