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[du_vallon]

With the bribe of a nice dinner, Porthos had managed to get Aramis to come out appliance shopping with him, eager to find something for the house even though it's not going to be a while before they need to fill it with anything. Part of him is just pleased to poke around and see what they've got, admiring features he doesn't really need but sound wonderful to have. "Here," he says distractedly, but frowns when he hears Aramis' phone going off.

Athos wouldn't call them unless it's an emergency, but after their last few appointments at the agency (with lawyers and surrogates and contracts), he's been nervous every time he hears the phone ring. Stopping and freezing where he stands, gripping Aramis by the shoulder hard, his eyes widen in hope.

"Aramis, maybe it's...?" he trails off, not daring to truly believe.

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[afineseamstress]

It's the grip to his shoulder that pulls Aramis from his daze, his phone somehow already in his hand as he stares down at it. The numbers seem to dance and move before his eyes, and if his brain would slow down, he could surely make sense of them, but they might as well be scratches in the dirt when it comes to telling him who's calling.

Aramis punches the answer button and lifts it to his ear, voice shaking when he says, "Hello? Yes, this is he."

Grabbing Porthos, Aramis turns the phone to speaker and drags them towards an abandoned section of the washer and dryer units.