Mokey Fraggle (
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They will be like him and me, as free as a dove.
Even the back pain was amazing to her. So far, there was no aspect of the pregnancy that hadn't in some way thrilled and fascinated Mokey. It wasn't all fun, but it was all so interesting - and so heartwarming, too. She'd found she was singing to herself more lately than ever before, which was really saying something. From what she and some of her non-Fraggle friends had figured, the baby could hear her by now, and she wanted to them to hear a lot of the happiest sound: music.
She wandered into the kitchen, and opened the door to the pantry, looking for a nice snack and singing all the while.
♫If that juicy pear is gooey,
Let's go find some chicken chop suey.
If that chicken chop suey is tough,
Let's go find some stroganoff...♪
That trailed off into giggle. "Well, I do think a juicy pear would be nice!" she mused aloud, rubbing the end of her snout. "I wonder if we have any..."
She wandered into the kitchen, and opened the door to the pantry, looking for a nice snack and singing all the while.
♫If that juicy pear is gooey,
Let's go find some chicken chop suey.
If that chicken chop suey is tough,
Let's go find some stroganoff...♪
That trailed off into giggle. "Well, I do think a juicy pear would be nice!" she mused aloud, rubbing the end of her snout. "I wonder if we have any..."
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"Thank you, Uncle Scrooge... Thank you."
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"I'll see you later, Uncle Scrooge," she said softly, waving before heading out of the room and up the stairs with no further explanation - though she had a feeling he'd know her intentions.
She was sure to be quiet as she crept into the room where Gobo rested on a silly creature-sized bed, and stayed as such as she slid in to sit in the bed beside him. She probably didn't need to be quiet, of course, with how knocked-out he was. She lifted his hand and placed it over her stomach, and let her eyes fall shut.
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After a few moments those fingers spread, then gently tightened against her. He moved, only just enough to tuck his snout up against her warm body, near where she had placed his hold, and he breathed in deeply before letting out a long, contented sigh, still deep asleep but subconsciously feeling her, knowing she was there. And somehow, now, he seemed to be sleeping that much more peacefully than before.
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Unlike the first time she touched him though, this time he actually did stir. His body tensed before he raised his head, looking around blearily. "Mmh... Where...?"
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"We're in our room at Uncle Scrooge's."
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"Yeah, I remember Uncle Scrooge's." A soft, if muffled laugh. "I guess I must've fallen asleep in the kitchen."
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"I think all of that sounds great, Mokey. And probably just what I need so I'm not stressing out so much about this."
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