Our Love (Advent Calendar 2015)

The 18th of December

"Are you sure they're okay with this?" Rob asks Kristen as they stand outside the door, about to walk in. Kristen rolls her eyes at him in answer. "For fuck's sake, Rob, you've known them for longer than I have. Let's just go in," Kristen says, reaching out to push the doorbell. Rob takes her hand in his own, preventing her from ringing the bell.

"You sure we shouldn't text them that I'm coming too?"

"Jesus fucking Christ," Kristen mutters under her breath and knocks on the door with her free hand. Rob doesn't let go of her other hand.

They hear small footsteps and then some light grunting before the door is opened.

"Auntie Kissy!" Marlowe exclaims, wrapping her arms around Kristen's leg. When she notices the other pair of legs next to Kristen, she looks up and gasps loudly. "Uncle Wob!" Rob and Kristen chuckle. The little girl lets go of Kristen's shin and reaches up towards Rob, signalling to him that she wants to be picked up.

"Hey, baby girl," Rob coos, as he takes Marlowe up in his arms. Kristen stops breathing as she takes in the sight of Rob with a child. She automatically starts imagining Rob holding their own little daughter but quickly shakes it off.

"Are your parents home, 'Lowe?" Rob asks his Goddaughter, walking into the flat. Kristen follows them.

"Yes, they're in the kit-chan," Marlowe answers, as she points in the direction she wants Rob to go.

When Kristen walks into the kitchen, Sienna is cooking, while Tom is standing behind her, nuzzling her neck, his hands on her stomach. Kristen clears her throat. They look up and smile widely when they see her there. They're so busy greeting each other that they don't notice Rob and their daughter appearing in the door way.

"Hi there," Rob says, chuckling slightly when he takes in Tom and Sienna's expressions.

"It's Uncle Wob!" Marlowe exclaims so excitedly, Kristen can't help but "awe" at the three year old.

"Well, it is, isn't it?" Tom says, smiling. "Hey mate," he greets his friend, pulling him in for a man hug. "I didn't expect to see you, but I can't say I'm surprised." Tom glances shortly at Kristen. Rob blushes slightly.

Sienna goes to greet Rob, and takes Marlowe after they've hugged. Tom gives his fiancée a stern look as he sees her carrying their daughter, and Sienna sighs, handing her to Tom. Rob and Kristen frown but shrugs it off.

Sienna announces that the food will be ready soon, and Kristen helps Marlowe set the table while Rob catches up with Tom.

"Dinner's weady!" Marlowe calls out for the two guys who're sitting across the room on the couch.

"Coming, 'Lowe," Tom assures his daughter, walking to the table with Rob beside him.

"What are we having?" Rob asks, sitting down next to Kristen. She turns to smile at him, and he smiles right back.

"Risengrød!" Marlowe screams musically, holding her spoon in front of her mouth like a microphone, as she lets her head fall back.

Kristen and Rob chuckle at her.

"What's that?" Rob asks, not quite understanding the word Marlowe just said.

"It's the Danish rice pudding," Kristen tells him.

"Marlowe loves it so much she decided to learn how to pronounce it correctly in Danish," Sienna explains further.

"Impressive, 'Lowe," Rob compliments the little girl. "Fank you," she says, giving him a proud smile.