darker_london | You move me (Deirdre, Quinn, Flynn)

One show down, and the Spectre crew were now in Sweden. They had a day off before their second show, and Flynn and Deirdre were taking a few hours out from people. Deirdre was lying on her bed, her hands over her belly. It was still mostly flat, but there was a definite curve there now, which she loved to run her hands over.

Flynn was, of course, on the phone with Quinn. "You what? Quinn, why did you walk in on him then." A pause. "Well you have no one to blame but yourself there, Quinny."

Deirdre glanced over at Flynn and she raised one eyebrow. "Okay, who did he see in the nip."

Flynn covered the phone and he gave Deirdre an amused look. "Eamon." He uncovered the phone and he laughed. "No, honey, I don't think he's going to mock you for it. Chances are he wants to forget too."

Deirdre just laughed a breathy laugh and then she gave him a warm smile. "Tell him I love him!"

"Deirdre loves you. ....no, I'm not going to tell her that! She's a pregnant woman. You're a dirty man, Quinny. Well yes, I know I like it, but- Oh, don't be like that!"

Deirdre laughed loudly. "You know...hearing half of this conversation is actually better than hearing all of it!"

Flynn snorted and then his jaw dropped open at something Quinn had said. "You fiend!"

"What! What did he say?!" Deirdre sat forward on her bed, a grin perma-plastered to her face. Clearly her opinion that hearing half the conversation was better had changed in a matter of seconds. "What did he say!?"

Flynn held up a hand, as if that could ever silence Deirdre Gallagher. "Quinny Sebastian Wakefield! You take it back!" It was a good thing Flynn sounded incredibly amused, or someone could get the idea that this wasn't playful banter. "I won't stand for that kind of talk." He glanced at Deirdre, his face taking on an impish quality. "Especially not about my Deirdre."

Deirdre eyes widened. "WHAT DID HE SAY?!" She dove across the mattress and she grabbed Flynn and tickled him mercilessly. Flynn was not the most ticklish person in the world, but Deirdre could tickle a tree into crying for mercy if she tried. Flynn let out an incredibly out of character squeal as Deirdre attacked his sides.

"No! I will protect you!" Flynn cried, though his hands went to stop her, thus dropping the phone. "Stop, stooopppp!"

"HAH!" Deirdre grabbed the phone and she jumped off of the mattress and danced, light-footed, across the room. "MINE!" She brought the phone to her ear and demanded, "what did you say about me!?"

"Uhm....I don't know what's going on..." Quinn replied, indeed sounding confused. "But whatever it is, it's very loud."

"Yeah, the people next door probably think we're doin' it in here or something. What did you say, Quinny!"

"I think you'll find," Quinn answered calmly, "that Mal was having you on, Dear Deirdre Rose. I said something about seeing beautiful shoes which he told me was dirty talk, and it escalated from there. Mostly me saying 'what are you doing' and him acting quite shocked."

Deirdre's eyes narrowed and she turned back to Flynn who was staring at her innocently, his hair mussed from their tussle on the bed. "This will teach you to listen to my telephone conversations."

"Oh I will get you, Malachy Flynn."

"Bring it, Deirdre Rose." He stuck his tongue out at her and then Deirdre shreiked and dropped the phone, her hands flying to her belly. "What!?" Flynn was off the bed in an instant, all the playfulness drained out of him. He rushed to her side, his hand on her arm so he could guide her to a chair. "Deirdre, what happened?!"

Deirdre's look of shock and horror was replaced by one of awe. "Flynn!"

"Yes, Deirdre?" He sat her down and he knelt, staring at her in terror.

"FLYNN!?"

"WHAT!?"

"The babies! They moved!" Lightning fast, she grabbed his hand and laid it on her belly. He felt nothing, but she smiled and laughed again. "Did you feel it? There! That little flutter?"

Flynn opened his hand out, palm flat, and he let it rest there gently. Still, he felt nothing. "Maybe it's just gas?"

"Okay EW!" Deirdre rolled her eyes at him. "And no, this...this was different. Like something I've never felt before. Seriously. It was incredible. I guess the doctor's did say I'd feel it before anyone else could."

Flynn continued to try anyway, moving his hand around her curved stomach with her help. Until Quinn's tinny voice, issuing forth from the tiny mobile on the floor, came to both of their attentions.

"Oh!" Flynn crawled quickly to the phone and he picked it up. "I'm sorry, Bub! I know. I know, I'm sorry! Deirdre says the babies moved! Hahaha, now you're all happy. You woman. No, I couldn't feel it, but soon maybe! Yeah. Yeah, we're fine. Okay. I'll call you back in a few hours when I need to hear your voice again. I love you too. Bye, Quinny." Flynn hung up the phone and then he smiled at Deirdre from his spot on the floor. "I love you, you know?"

Deirdre nodded, her expression matching his with a look of complete serenity added in. "I do."