Is this really happening? (Tycho)

[Maggie Lane]

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Is this really happening? Maggie hasn't really been back to her lab, since she gave birth to Connor. Unless you count the couple of visits that she made to show off the baby. The women, of course, went all "Awww" upon seeing Connor when they first arrived there...and he was just loving the attention he was getting from them. She let them babysit for a little, while she went to talk to her boss. He had been wanting to get a chance to talk to her and she recently came back from vacation with Tycho. It had been a well-deserved break from the city and now, they're back. Anyway, she had stepped inside his office and closed the door...though she could hear all the women cooing over Connor, as if she was standing right there. "Maggie, I've been meaning to talk to you about if you're going to come back to work in the lab or not. Your temp is doing a good job and all, but...sometimes, the lights aren't all on upstairs, if you know what I mean." he had said, starting things off. She nodded her head. She didn't have much time to really train them beforehand, so Maggie knew that there would be some sort of problem. Maggie's aware of how the machines work and how they can be sometimes. Well, at least they haven't set the place on fire accidentally.., she thought to herself. "There was one incident, where they were staring off into space so much..that one of the machines started smoking."   he added and her jaw dropped a little bit. Guess I spoke too soon, she thought. He must've seen the look on her face, for he nodded his head in understanding. "They're not you, basically."  he said. She nodded her head a little bit. He continued to talk about how everyone missed having her around the place and she never thought she would say it, but she ended up telling him that she wanted to focus on being a mom at the moment. He nodded, understanding but a little bummed.

"Well, you've got a job here when you're ready to come back."  he simply said.

Her visit didn't last very long after that conversation. For one thing, she planned on making dinner and having it ready for when Tycho returns home from work. And as she made it back to the ladies, Maggie could see that Connor was starting to get a little fussy...so he was getting to be tired from all the excitement. Though the ladies were sad to let him go, they seemed to understand that a nap was in order for the little guy. She soon bid farewell and headed back home. Her hunch had been correct, Connor fell asleep on the way home. When she got in, she laid him down in his crib and made sure she had a baby monitor with her. She can usually hear him, due to her hybrid nature, but it never hurts to have a back-up. Tonight's dinner was going to be simple, pasta with some garlic bread. Since being around the house more often, she's been slowly getting better at cooking and has been taking over a few of the dinners...so that Tycho doesn't have to cook when he gets home from work. It didn't seem fair to make him do so, when she's been sitting around and taking care of Connor.

Maggie had started humming to herself, while she began cooking dinner. Did she ever think she would be content doing this kind of thing, let alone with the man who had wanted nothing to do with her when they first met? If someone told her that a year or so ago that this would be her life, she would've laughed most likely. But here she is, making dinner for herself and a man she's been involved with for a while now. Now, Tycho isn't really affectionate, but when the mood seems to strike him, it's...sweet. She's content with that, she had never wanted somebody who is very affectionate and always wants to spoil her rotten. She may have been a part of the Mafia, but she was no princess. Once the water in the pot got to boiling, she put the pasta in and gave the sauce a little stir before getting the garlic bread into the oven. She heard the door unlock and then open, a half-smile touched upon her lips. Maggie had waited until a familiar form came into view before speaking. "Welcome home, hope you're hungry." she said in greeting.

OOC: Hope this works for ya xD

[Agt. Tycho Reynolds]

I t was winter and the job was even more difficult when it involved chasing suspects around the icy grounds. His uniform and attire was accustomed to the snow but the ice – the ice was a mastermind all on its own. The man slipped but regained himself multiple times. He slipped, staggered, slid, bumped into things, but managed to retain a steady pace. So steady in fact that after some time running around, he finally got the culprit. Handcuffs and all, the team evicted him out and got the rest all under control. Tycho didn’t notice it, but he was wounded. A little stiletto knife that the man had, pierced his vest and into his side. It wasn’t until he was back at the airport that he finally noticed such pain. It wasn’t anything bad but it was more of an annoying pain. That sort of pain that if you kept on thinking about it the worse it became. He took some Tylenol and got bandaged up. It didn’t stop him from his duties though. Tycho went back to work – most of the time it was at his desk dealing with some communications and research since the whole outdoor thing seemed to be just that one. Finishing up his work a little late, Tycho walked out of the office, across the street to where the parking garage was. Finding his vehicle, he got in though the quick, sudden, almost violent movement of getting in due to the blistering cold caused his wound to re-open. Muttering some curse words, Tycho closed the door and turned on the car, switching it to defrost for a moment before normal AC so he didn’t freeze inside his car. Lifting up his jacket and rolling up his shirt, he soon saw his wound seeping and dripping down through the few stitches he got – now being absorbed by his pants. Sighing, Tycho looked around in his car but didn’t find what he needed. Grumbling a little bit more, he decided to just re-do all this back at home. Hopefully Maggie won’t complain, say anything, or notice it. It took him about an hour and a half due to working late in order to get home. Parking in the driveway, Tycho got out carefully this time; just taking the piercing cold winds like a man instead of moving fast. He wasn’t in that big of pain but he was thinking about it a lot – and boy was it annoying. Unlocking the door and opening it up, the faint smell of garlic hit him in the face. “Worked through lunch. Of course.” Was all he said. With a hand in his pocket and over his side, he walked past her and entered the bathroom. This time he locked it before removing his clothing articles and getting to work. Some scissors to cut, some ointment, and some more stitches… And even alcohol which caused him to groan. Finally it was done. After about fifteen minutes, Tycho put the supplies away and cleaned up after himself. Washing his face, fixing up his hair a bit, and making himself not smell like a hot mess, Tycho walked out and headed into the bedroom to get some normal clothes on before heading to the kitchen. “Boiling water and garlic. I’m stumped.” He spoke, finally actually directly talking to her. “Connor okay?” The concern was almost off, but that was Tycho for you. He usually checked his kid himself and did things at the last minute – but he did them. He did. He wasn’t some dead-beat father figure. Maybe not the best and that was shown enough, but he tried. He was just asking for her say in this, instead of almost instinctively checking himself. Opening the pantry, Tycho pulled out a small glass, putting some ice in it and some strong drink before sitting down on the kitchen table by the kitchen where she was at. “When do you go back to work?” He questioned. Drinking his drink rather quickly, he looked at it with dimmed eyes as if it would magically refill itself. It didn’t. Sighing, Tycho got up and walked over, refilling it this time more than before. Taking a few sips, he turned to look over at her. “Sorry about working over and not calling. Didn’t have a chance.” And finally – an apology. 723 WORDS TAG: Maggie Lane

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[Maggie Lane]

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“Worked through lunch. Of course.” Tycho had said in response, when he came in. She noticed that something was off about how he moved and how his hands were positioned. He went into the bathroom first, Maggie raised an eyebrow but kept working on their dinner. Something must've happened at work, she mentally concluded. If Tycho wasn't going to tell her, then she wasn't going to pry. Maggie knows Tycho well enough that if she tried, she wouldn't get anywhere with it. So why try? She stirred up the sauce and then the pasta, pulling one out to taste it and see if it's done or not. When satisfied with the result, she turned off the burner for the pasta and carefully brought the pot over to the sink - where she had a strainer pre-placed before she started cooking. She started to strain the pasta, her gaze occasionally going towards the bathroom door. Tycho hadn't emerged from there yet. And given the fact that she didn't hear the shower going or any flushing from the toilet, she can only conclude that he did get hurt at work and was bandaging himself up. She took a deep breath, as she finished up with the straining and then placed the pot back on the stove. By the time the sauce and garlic bread was getting done, Tycho had emerged from the bathroom finally and headed into the bedroom next. When she was pulling the bread out and had gotten the pasta back into the pot, with a bit of butter, Tycho came back within sight. “Boiling water and garlic. I’m stumped.”

She cracked a half-smile and shook her head, turning off the burner for the sauce. "I'm sure you are." she said lightly, turning to get some plates and silverware out. Dinner was officially made, just needed to be consumed. “Connor okay?” Maggie nodded, setting stuff down. "He's ok, just tuckered out from his trip out today is all." she had responded, moving to pour herself a glass of water.


Tycho proceeded to make himself a strong drink. Maggie took a sip of her water. Though she isn't pregnant anymore, she still doesn't have the urge to drink. For one thing, she's still breast-feeding Connor. She may have heard that a glass of beer would be okay or something like that, but Maggie isn't really a fan of beer anyhow.  Tycho was sitting at the kitchen table. Maggie took one more sip of her water, before starting to plate the food for both of them. “When do you go back to work?” She looked up and momentarily stopped what she was doing, but realized what she was doing before a bit of the sauce got spilled onto her jeans. She took a deep breath before answering, finishing up with the sauce and then setting down the spoon. "Whenever I'm ready to go back. I had gone and visited my work today, my boss said they basically miss me over there and my temp there isn't good at the job like I am." she replied, before cutting up some of the garlic bread and then placed it on each plate. Tycho had finished his drink pretty quickly and with a sigh, had gotten back up to refill it. In the meantime, she brought his plate and silverware over to the table. She put it down where he had been sitting and then went back to grab hers. “Sorry about working over and not calling. Didn’t have a chance.” Maggie met his gaze, while picking up her plate and water.

"It's okay. Better that you came back..in one piece and late, than not at all." she said in response, with a smile touching upon her lips. As she walked over to the table, intending to claim a spot next to him, she added "It was a busy day at work, then?"  She set down her plate and glass. As she was about to sit down, Maggie realized that she forgot to pick up the silverware she pulled out for herself. She went back to get it. A couple of moments came and went, as she returned to the table once more and sat down.

[Agt. Tycho Reynolds]

I t was nice that even though they knew each other for a little over a year, that she kind of knew how he worked. She didn’t seem to pry and whine when he didn’t tell her anything, which was great and all. Tycho really didn’t want to talk if he didn’t want to. So she was a nice person to be around with. In the bathroom it was there that he fixed his wounds; however, not very professional. Getting out of the bathroom, Tycho then acted as if she was finally there; whereas, before he didn’t and walked through the house like she wasn’t even there to begin with. Hey, the man was focused on one task at hand and he completed it, so now it was time to be civil and normal… Or well, as normal as he can be. Sitting on a chair in the kicthen and sipping his drink, Tycho eyed her and listened to her words. “Well, it smells delicious. And I trust you didn’t poison it, so…” He said, mildly joking and sipping some more of his drink. Having a high and strong tolerance sucked but he wasn’t even going to try. Just feel the burn and then enjoy dinner… And finally the softness of his bed to finally sleep. That was all. “So what did you two go out for?” He said it in almost a slightly concerned way. Taking a break from drinking he moved his glass a little further away from him and just rested his arms against the kitchen table. Listening to her, Tycho blink. “Well of course the temp isn’t good. They aren’t you.” That was a compliment in the world of Tycho. He basically called her excellent at her job; like, someone could never replace her at all. At least he could be nice sometimes you know? Direct wasn’t Tycho’s forte but occasionally he did it. Maggie knew this. With something’s he took the back door on, and with others he was as blunt as possible. Garlic bread. Tycho looked down at the plate and picked up one piece before taking a bite out of it. Extra butter… She knew he loved this stuff. “Sometimes I think you spoil me.” He mumbled under his breath before taking another bite then listening to her words. “Eh, I’ll always come home in one piece, Maybe a piece missing but in one piece nonetheless.” Him trying to reassure her almost backfired there, but it was okay in Tycho’s mind. At least she knew he was honest there. Something may be missing but he won’t be cut in two or something huge missing like an arm. So it was okay. “Very busy…” His mind trailed off. Sipping some more of his drink, he turned to look at her. Seriousness was in his eyes. “How long have we been… Together?” He questioned. Not using the word dating or in a relationship; just together… 489 WORDS TAG: Maggie Lane

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[Maggie Lane]

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“Well, it smells delicious. And I trust you didn’t poison it, so…” She nodded her head, a half-smile touching her lips. If Maggie had wanted to poison him at all, she would have done so long ago. But as we can see, she has not. Maggie cares about Tycho enough not to even have the thought of doing it, though he may annoy her like crazy sometimes. She did have Connor to think about and she didn't want him growing up without a father. So far, he's been a much better father than her own father has ever been. “So what did you two go out for?” Tycho had asked her, concern within his tone. Maggie can understand it, given her family and the issues they've caused in her life. Things have been quiet for some time now, which is nice...and yet not, at the same time. Maggie tries to think about what might happen, should they resurface and try again. Their efforts may be doubled, should they discover she has a child - a potential heir for the family and the business. It sends shivers crawling down Maggie's spine. "Well, my boss called me and wanted to talk to me in person. Apparently, the ladies had also been busting to see Connor. He was his usual self, making them all swoon over him.." she responded, adding a little chuckle at the end. Connor's doomed to grow up and become a little heart-breaker, leaving all the women to chase after him.

“Well of course the temp isn’t good. They aren’t you.” Maggie smiled at what seemed to be a compliment in Tycho speech. She's been around him long enough and knows when he's complimenting and not. "Indeed they're not." she answered. Maggie couldn't help but to steal a glance as he took a bite of his garlic bread. Like I said, she's been around him long enough. She knows what he seems to like and what he doesn't. Some of the time, it was finding out what Tycho didn't like...the hard way. “Sometimes I think you spoil me.” he had mumbled under his breath, but she faintly heard it. He seemed to take in her words as she said them, given his next comment. “Eh, I’ll always come home in one piece, Maybe a piece missing but in one piece nonetheless." She nodded slightly and soon enough, sitting down at the table beside him. She took a bite of her garlic bread and licked off whatever crumbs remained upon her lip, as she chewed her bite. “Very busy…” he had answered, in regards to her question about his day at work. A brief silence seemed to fall, until Tycho broke it when he looked over at her. She met his gaze and read the seriousness within them. “How long have we been… Together?” She slightly sat back in her chair, trying to think when they had made things official.

Then, his words seemed to come back to her. They were laying in bed and he had said something about it being 72 years or so for him. "Maybe it's time I actually had a committed relationship?" was his way of asking her and she said yes. "This became official, about a week after Connor born...though we've been living together way before that. I would say about..6 months or so?" she responded. A few moments passed by, as she waited for some sort of answer. In the meantime, she took another bite of her garlic bread.

OOC: I probably figured that Connor's at least 6 months by now, hope that's okay lol

[Agt. Tycho Reynolds]

S o she was busy with work. The boss wanted to see her for whatever reason. To Tyhco, it was probably to tell her that her maternity leave was just about over and she could come back to work shortly. Of course she’d take Connor with her, who the hell would leave a baby alone? It was good though, for Connor got some more interaction and maybe that little meeting would get them some free babysitters or something? Or at least that was how Tycho’s mind worked at the moment. “Well, he does have my genetics.” Tycho gave Maggie a wink, basically implying that the reason the ladies swooned over the baby was because he looked like his daddy. Garlic bread. Tycho did love his garlic. So of course he dug into that food first. Munching on that for a bit, Tycho spoke up. She spoiled him sometimes. Guess he had to return the favor and cook some meal for her next time, right? At least that was what he thought that he should do next. It seemed only fair. Tycho stated in a rather blunt and honest way that, of course, he would come home in one piece. However, one day he may lose a piece or a piece was missing, but that was only given due to his dangerous job. It didn’t happen yet, but who knows if it would happen soon or not. This was kind of a subject change or something that wasn’t expected to come out of Tycho’s mouth. Alas, he was full of surprises. He asked her how long were they together. As he awaited a reply, Tycho drunk some of his drink and munched on his bread for a bit. “Time does fly by.” Was his only reply. Though after a little break, he asked her another question, “So how much do you love me, exactly?” Was this some sort of interrogation? Probably. These were things Tycho never cared to ask before or even mentioned, and now all of a sudden he brought it up. But why? 343 WORDS TAG: Maggie Lane

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[Maggie Lane]

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Maggie tried not to listen to her mind's worries about what might happen if her family pulls their little stunt once more and instead, focused upon Tycho and what he was saying. “Well, he does have my genetics.” She could not help but to chuckle, when he winked at her. Connor certainly did have his dad in him, hopefully what he has of her will show up sooner or later. Perhaps not the hybrid part, but who knows? It isn't quite clear yet who Connor will take after in that certain department. Anyhow, Maggie liked the fact that Tycho seemed to enjoy her cooking. She wasn't the greatest chef in the world, but she can make pretty D*mn decent food when she needs to. She doesn't try to spoil him, but she ended up doing so anyway. I guess it's her way of repaying him for taking her in when she needed somebody to have her back and then being there when she became pregnant (though neither of them had planned on it). He's been good to her, when he had originally did not want anything to do with her upon their first meeting. And hey, if he ever wants to repay her for spoiling him by doing the cooking, she wouldn't mind so much.

Then, the subject of their conversation had turned towards their relationship. He had asked how long they've been together and she gave him the best estimate she can give. Maggie hadn't been keeping exact track of when things became official for them. Some women can remember the exact date and what not, but Maggie can't really seem to recall the exact date of when they got together. Perhaps it will come to her at some point, who knows? “Time does fly by.” She nodded her head, while she took a couple of bites of her food before responding with "Indeed it does." There was a brief break from conversation, so Maggie had taken the opportunity to eat and drink her dinner. And then, Tycho's next question had caused her to stop what she was doing and look up at him. Her eyes widened and she could feel her heart skip a beat. “So how much do you love me, exactly?” Maggie hadn't expected him to ask that, so she was caught off-guard. And now, she had to think for a little bit. She hasn't really given this a lot of thought. Did she love him? She sat back a little in her seat, thinking. She knows that she cares for him, had been worried as hell when she got the call that he was in the hospital. She took a deep breath. A quote from a movie she had watched long ago seemed to pop into her head and it, of course, fits the situation at hand. "You know, sometimes love isn't fireworks. Sometimes, love just comes softly." A few moments passed, as she gave it some thought. Her gaze wandered back to him. Maggie began to think about how she would feel if she were to lose him, whether it was because of her family or his job or some other means. A pang in her chest seemed to give a clue.

"I...love you enough to know that it would cut me straight to the bone if I ever lost you..." she responded, pausing briefly to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat. A moment or two passed on by. "I certainly didn't expect this to happen, when I first met you..and since it's only fair.." she added, as her gaze then moved to meet his in a stare. "How much do you love me? If at all?" she asked. Maggie couldn't help but to ask him that question, it's only fair since she had just admitted this realization to him and she wondered if he felt the same, if anything at all. If he doesn't, then she will understand. May not be completely happy with it, but she will accept his own opinions and what not. For their son's sake, at the very least.

[Agt. Tycho Reynolds]

Time flew by very fast. Tycho has lived seventy-three years already and when he looks back on it, he should almost be dead to normal human beings. However, he was still young due to his species or… Lack thereof. He met Maggie not too long ago and now had a son – something he never saw himself to have much. If he did have a ‘family’ it wouldn’t be like his fathers. It would consist of a handful of children and a marriage that worked… Or a relationship that worked – that the woman didn’t die after birth or some years in. Sighing a bit, Tycho took a small bite of his food after he asked her quite a serious question. So far Tycho was acting a little abnormal. At least to people that know him well enough. He wasn’t one to express himself much or even be physical. So saying something like that was at the bottom of his list.

She went silent but Tycho wasn’t going to pry or pressure her for an answer. If she wanted to speak she would. If it took some time to think of something to say then so be it. When she spoke, Tycho turned his head and looked over at her. Her words caused him to smile warmly, a very, very small smile but one nonetheless – and noticeable too. “I didn’t expect this to happen either…” And now she asked him the same question that he asked her. This wasn’t fair, but Tycho shrugged; didn’t take a second to even think, “Enough to stay with you without question, through good and bad, thick and thin.” He spoke, moving a hand on top of hers for a moment, as if reassuring her, before taking it back and putting it on the table where it originally was by the food. “I have a question…” He began to say.

Closing his eyes, Tycho exhaled. “My family… We’re kind of separated.” Tycho began to say, “We’re brothers but we don’t have the same mother. So we’re all half-brothers to one another… And I never knew my mother…” Where was he going with this? This was going to a place where no one would thought he would go. Words that Maggie probably didn’t think he would ever say… This and “would you marry me”, “I know when I was younger, though, I learned a lot from my brothers… So I think Connor needs a sibling.” He turned to look at her now, “We’re not going anywhere.” Not the most romantic thing he ever did, just speaking in that normal tone of his. Seriously though, he never ever said this in his whole life or even spoke of it. Would she agree to this or… Would she decline? Probably decline… Now that he started thinking, he looked away, now thinking he said something stupid.

[Maggie Lane]

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Maggie was thankful for the time Tycho gave her to think about an answer, glad that he didn't try to pressure her into giving an answer before she had one to give him. It would've taken longer to give it, if he had done so. When she told him how he felt, it seemed like a weight was lifted a bit off of her. Perhaps she knew before he ever decided to ask the question, but didn't realize it. Either way, he knows now. Her eyes did catch sight of a small, warm smile touch upon Tycho's lips - hopefully that was a good sign. “I didn’t expect this to happen either…” She gave a slight nod of her head, glad that they agree on that. Maggie knew she really wasn't the greatest to get along with at times, especially given how things went when they first met. He had shrugged his shoulders before answering and her heart almost went silent, waiting to listen. “Enough to stay with you without question, through good and bad, thick and thin.” She nodded her head, then looked down when he placed his hand over hers. What did Maggie really expect? Him to declare his undying love to her? It wasn't his style. At least he cared enough to stay with her. And Connor, of course. A moment passed by and he removed his hand, returning it to his side of the table.

“I have a question…”

She looked over at him, wondering what question he was going to ask now. Maggie waited patiently, taking a bite of her food, as he closed his eyes and exhaled. “My family… We’re kind of separated.” She soon swallowed her bite of food and focused all her attention on him. “We’re brothers but we don’t have the same mother. So we’re all half-brothers to one another… And I never knew my mother…” She felt herself nodding her head, while her mind seemed to wander. Maggie had never got to meet her birth mother, since she passed before she could get to know her. She had her father, but still, she would've loved to have her mother around (and alive) as she grew up. Perhaps things would've been different. “I know when I was younger, though, I learned a lot from my brothers… So I think Connor needs a sibling.” Maggie couldn't help but to raise an eyebrow, though a small smile seemed to emerge upon her lips. He had turned to look at her and she met his gaze. “We’re not going anywhere.” Upon feeling the formation of a lump in her throat, she took a sip of her drink and took some time to think and process it all. The topic of discussion was hitting a serious note this evening, but perhaps it was good either way.

"Well.." she began to say, though paused to take another sip of her drink. She set down the glass. "I never knew my mother, either...she passed away when I was born..." she continued, clasping her hands together on the table in front of her. "There was my father..and my two brothers, twins...I don't know how much I really learned from them, but was thankful to have siblings around. It would've been pretty lonely if I was an only child, especially given how my father was.." Where was she going with this, one might ask? Well, she has a point and she's getting to it. I promise. She took a deep breath or two, before getting to the actual point of all this. "What I'm trying to say is, that I agree. I wouldn't want Connor to grow up without a sibling.." she added, meeting Tycho's eyes. There, she said it. And in her mind, she hopes that it would be a girl. That's not to say that a brother wouldn't be good for Connor, but it would be nice to even up the ratios around here. Aside from the cat, she was the only female in the house. It would be nice to have another in the house, though she wouldn't love the child any less if it turns out to be a boy. Now the question is, how soon does he want to work on this?

[Agt. Tycho Reynolds]

T ycho wasn’t one that was an attached soul; however, he did feel some odd attraction to Maggie over everyone else. From someone he just used and tricked to something much more than that – something he didn’t even fathom could happen to him, did. She seemed to be the only one he cared about besides his little brother and his own son. So after some time thinking (on a topic he didn’t want to think too much about but did, sadly), he decided to come out and say it. First, however, was some history as to why he was thinking this. So he told her about his family a bit. On how he had three other brothers, all were half-brothers because they all had the same dad but never knew their mothers. Tycho learned a lot from his brothers, whether or not it was a good thing – he learned nonetheless. His father also helped, and with school… But he always had his little brother for him. Older brothers they didn’t care. His younger brother did. “So we have something in common.” Tycho spoke. As she continued, Tycho arched a brow. The way her father was? His lips parted a bit, about to ask her if he laid a hand on her, but he quickly closed them. If this was too personal for her and she didn’t want to talk about it then he wouldn’t ask her about it. He would respect that and keep quiet. Looking down a moment, he raised his gaze and his eyes locked into hers once again as she spoke. “Want to try later?” So actually try for a baby… And this was Tycho saying this. Wow. Times have changed. Connor was an accident but Tycho loved him nonetheless. Maybe this would be a first in the Reynolds family? Actually trying to have a child. 308 WORDS TAG: Maggie Lane

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[Maggie Lane]

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Even after all this time of being around and living with Tycho, Maggie feels like she keeps learning more and more things about him. Someone else might find that to be a bit annoying, wondering why they never said anything till now, but that someone isn't Maggie. The way she seems to see it, learning these new little bits and pieces like she is learning about Tycho's family (who has yet to meet any of)...they're like little presents that she gets to unwrap as they are presented before her eyes.

The topic of conversation had found its way to talking about bringing another child into the world, which seemed nerve-wracking yet exciting at the same time for Maggie. Sure, she loves Connor dearly and knows that Tycho does as well, but giving him a sibling to grow up wouldn't be such a bad idea in the end. Question is, how soon is Tycho talking here - about working on having a second child? “So we have something in common.” she heard Tycho say and nodded her head in response. She then proceeded to give her own answer, while giving him some background on her family. So far, he had only known that they were part of the Mafia and were wanting her to come back. She may or may not have seen Tycho's lips part, as if he was about to say something in regards to her father. Before Maggie could fully distinguish that she even saw it happen at all, his lips were closed once more. He had looked down and back up, meeting her gaze. A moment came and went. “Want to try later?” A little smile tugged at her lips, as her earlier wondering was laid to rest. For real?, she thought to herself while knowing that he wasn't playing around on that. So, they're going to actually try for a baby this time? Connor was an accident, but he hasn't been loved any less due to that fact. Neither of them expected to have a baby together and now, they're thinking of having another? Well, things shall be interesting from now on...as if they weren't already. "Eager to start, are we? Well, sure." she responded, then took a bite of her food before it got too cold. Might as well get all the energy she can beforehand, am I right?

OOC: Sorry that it's a little short lol

[Agt. Tycho Reynolds]

T his was something that Tycho didn’t expect but you know what they say: things sometimes don’t turn out the way that you thought they would. Tycho wasn’t a very ‘active’ man in that sense. Maggie even knew it. Sure, Maggie was beautiful and he did find her attractive but would he sleep with her all the time? Nope. He wasn’t that type of man. The act didn’t really… Interest him. Though having another kid… He didn’t know what came over him to be honest. He loved Connor… Being a father for the first time in over sixty years… It was strange. And being only a half-brother to three other siblings… He didn’t really like the half-family. The mothers always died and the father was never around… But Tycho was staying and Maggie didn’t die or have any complications… And if his half-siblings were somewhat close via being distant and having a broken family, then the situation he was in would be better for Connor for both parents would be there and everyone would be whole… “Not necessarily. I just like the idea.” He gave her a little grin before eating some more of the delicious food that she had prepared for him. She was a nice girl… She didn’t have to do this but she did. Finishing his food, he briefly washed them before putting them in the washer. Heading over to the couch, the man sat down, rest an arm on his stomach and then turned on the television. “You know what I have noticed?” He questioned her. Giving her a brief pause,. He added on. “You haven’t fed.” Well she did eat some food… Or was he not talking about food? No he was not. She told him that she had some vampire in her. She was half or something… Yet she hasn’t fed. Didn’t vampires need blood to live or did that not matter because she was merely half? He arched a brow, looking at her awaiting an answer before looking back to the television: which was on a low enough volume in order to hear her. 350 WORDS TAG: Maggie Lane

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[Maggie Lane]

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Would she have expected her life to turn out like this, back when she was younger? Perhaps not. Thinking back on her old ideals of how she wanted her life to turn out, Maggie knew for sure that fate had thrown a massive wrench into things (at least once). She had used to think that maintaining her father's happiness by making herself useful to the family business would be about the biggest success her life would have had. Her friend's death had changed all of that for Maggie. Though if that hadn't happened to her, Maggie wouldn't have turned her father in to the police and fled to Essex. She would've remained under her father's thumb and she wouldn't have met Tycho, let alone have a child with him. Connor might've popped up down the line, when she was married off and living in her own place. Who knows? With someone else in the picture, she could've given birth to a girl instead of a boy. Anyway, if given the choice to go back in time and change some of the things in her past, Maggie would refuse to do it. Why give up the things she's accomplished to go back there? Why even ponder the possibility of not having Connor in her life? Hell, even Tycho...sure, he isn't as interested in some relationship aspects as other men might be in today's society, but when he is...she wouldn't think of trading those moments for anything in the world.

Her response was meant to be light and perhaps playful, which may have held a note of wariness in the possibility that he might get offended by it. His comment and the grin that followed it had proved that note to be unnecessary. “Not necessarily. I just like the idea." And with that, they worked on finishing off their dinner. Seeing him eat her food and enjoying it seems to bring her a kind of satisfaction, since she didn't have to do this for him. She didn't have to prepare him dinner before he got home from work, but she did it anyway. Maggie had perhaps finished her food a little bit after he did, following his example of putting things in the dishwasher after a little rinse and what not. She brought along her water to the couch, where she sat beside him as he turned on the television. “You know what I have noticed?” Maggie glanced over at him. "Oh, yeah? What's that?" she asked with a bit of a smile. A moment or two came and went. What he said next seemed to stop her a bit in her tracks. “You haven’t fed.” he had said. For a moment, she was wondering what the hell Tycho was talking about, but then...it clicked in her head. Her other half, her more..vampire-like side. Right, that's a thing..but I haven't felt the need to feed..why is that?, she thought to herself. She took a little sip of her water. She tried to think back, on her whole life, to see if she had fed at all. Then, she seemed to briefly touch her stomach at the memory of the doctor being impressed by how well she healed up from her c-section. There was, perhaps, a faint line now. Not the normal scarring that other women get afterwards. When asked what her secret was, she said that she has good genes. So why can't she really remember any instances involving her other half? Well, mostly the feeding part of it. She can walk in sunlight, she can heal a bit quicker than your average human, and has got some strength at her disposal. Plus, she was agile enough to sneak around in places with no one detecting her until it was too late. Still is, but hasn't had a lot of need for it lately.

"Um, Tycho..is it bad that I can't really remember if I've ever fed before? I must have at some point, right?" she finally said after a brief silence. Maggie's been trying to think of any instance of feeding, but it seems like there's a block or something. A moment came and went. Her free hand slowly reached up to gently rub her temple, a headache was beginning to form. Why can't she remember?