"Henry.. Why are you leading me down into your dungeon of doom?.. Did you resurrect Frankenstein?" She asked; Henry rolling his eyes. "No. I can assure you that I'm not about to introduce you to any mad science experiments gone wrong," he chuckled; turning the corner, and bending down in front of a white, dusty bin. "A little after this time last year Abraham had taken to clearing out our bins; getting rid of old, supposedly useless junk.." He began. "..Says the hoarder," she said. "I am not.." He started. "You have a shop full of your old furniture.. How many old, dusty chests and chandeliers does one man need?" She taunted. "Fair point.. Continuing on, I was certain he'd cleared out virtually all of these bins last year, but recently I happened to have stumbled upon this," he smiled; removing the white bin's lid, and showering Jo in dust particles. Her nose twitching slightly; she sneezed, and he blessed her; a huge grin spreading across his face. "What?" She blushed. "You have a really adorable sneeze," he gushed. "Henry.. Focus," she said; her momentarily lovestruck partner nodding his head, and returning his attention to the bin before him. Jo kneeling down beside him; he removed a layer of newspaper, and set it aside. Inside laid an old, leather-bound book of photos-which Jo was immediately drawn towards. -Even now, she was striving to learn new things about Henry's past. She cracked it open, and he smiled warmly; continuing to dig through the bin. "Anyway, upon finding this box, I was delighted to find that old photo album, yes, but I also was pleased to have found some of these," he spoke; holding out some pastel colored onesies and a pair of tiny overalls. "Abraham obviously won't be needing them ever again, so I thought maybe if we're able to conceive a child, these may be of use to them," he explained; Jo setting the album down, and taking the clothes from him. "Thank you Henry. That's really sweet of you," she replied; unfolding one of the onesies, and gently pawing at the delicately stitched in orange and yellow lines pattern. "Abraham was a chubby little thing. He looked like a candy corn in this," he chuckled; Jo giggling softly along with him. They both inspected the stack of clothes; Henry occasionally stealing glances at her through the corner of his eye.
-Once Jo finished peering at the clothes, she set them down gently beside her, and stole a bit more than a glance at Henry; brushing her lips against his, thus initiating what would turn out to be a slow, meaningful lip lock.
"I love you," they whispered simultaneously; both finally breaking away from the kiss gasping for air. Biting her lip; she slid his blazer off of his shoulders (for the second time today) and leant into him; putting her weight on her arms as she held them out to his sides, and laid on top of him.
-Abe-who'd been watching them from the middle step of the staircase-awkwardly shifted his weight from one leg to another; suddenly feeling a bit more unwelcome than he previously had. Jo's shirt came off, and his eyes widened. "Jo.. Slow down. We.." Henry babbled; cutting himself off as she removed her bra, and reached over to brace the back of his curly head; shoving his face in her breasts. "What was that?" She smirked; grabbing his crotch. "Nothing," he responded; beginning to trail kisses from the small space between her breasts, down her torso. "Good word choice," Abe thought; ascending the stairs.
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_The two lovers stumbled out into the shop about an hour later: both of them sweaty, and unsteady on their own two feet. "Thank you. Again," Jo smiled; clutching Abe's baby clothes tightly to her chest. "It was my pleasure. I'll see you Monday?" He replied; walking her out. "Yup.. Sorry I can't stay longer," she grinned; giving him a peck on the lips, and stepping out into the cool January air. "It's alright. I should have asked about Doctor's appointments before spontaneously showing up on your doorstep," he chuckled; waving goodbye, before walking back inside, leaning against the front door, and shutting his eyes; sighing dreamily. "Hey," Abe spoke; spooking him quite a bit. "H..Hi," Henry replied; clutching his chest. "You scared me," he breathed. "Sorry.. Can I talk to you about something?" Abe asked. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that," He said; following Abe up the stairs, and into the living room. "Is Jo pregnant?" Abe asked; a small grin playing across his lips. "We're trying to make a baby," Henry answered; wandering into the kitchen, and fetching himself a cup of tap water. "Someone has been spying on his father and his girlfriend," he murmured; taking a sip out of his cup. "A little. I'm just curious.. I never hear from you anymore. You're either at work, sleeping, or with her," Abe defended. "We're talking right now. Is there anything else inclining minds need to know?" Henry questioned. "Are you going to marry her?" Abe asked; Henry nearly choking on his water. "We just began dating about two weeks ago," he stammered. "Yeah, and by now you've decided that you're going to try and knock her up," Abe scoffed. "Her biological clock is ticking.. We don't have a year to think about it, like we do marriage," Henry said. "You've known her over a year," Abe mumbled. "If I were to propose anywhere near now she'd think I was insane," Henry laughed. "Okay okay. I was just wondering," Abe murmured.
"You know she's really into you.. You can tell by the way she looks at you," Abe spoke after a brief pause. "Not as much as I'm into her," Henry said. "Ehh. I wouldn't be so sure about that. She wants to have your baby," Abe grinned.
