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It had been a dreadfully rainy spring that year. Travel was not beyond her, certainly not, and there was nothing Cyndia liked more than to step outside her own world and see new and beautiful things. But it was rare, mostly because her father was the over protective sort. She managed, from time to time, when things lined up just right. At least when it felt like they would. Sometimes this was just not the case. Her father had been out of town on business anyway, and so taken the private plane with him.

It was a simple fix, a quiet seat up in first class on a trusted airline with a friend-of-her-father's-pilot was no problem. There was nothing to fear, there. The problems started when the plane itself delayed in flight, having to deal with the oncoming torrents of cloud and rain. And then things from there got worse when all her identification and luggage seemed to have gone out with the wind that carried them there. It left her in quite a position.

Not to worry.... surely someone would come by and help. The rushing of the crowds was quite dizzying, though, and no one seemed interested in helping the almost out of place young woman, dressed in a long, flowing garment. Was she that odd outside her own castle? Maybe her father had been right. She should have waited for his return. There had to be someone she could call. She'd only stepped outside for a moment to get some fresh air, but with a number in mind she was ready to make her way back inside.

That was, at least, until someone finally decided to step up and help. With a hard hand on her shoulder, no less. "You need some help there, beautiful?" It was obvious the malicious intent. Everyone else continued to rush by, refusing to make eye-contact, even in her distress.
"Oh, no- I..-"

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"Hmn." A warm, happy murmur accompanied with another nestle into the crook of his arm. Nothing made her quite as content as hearing such lovely things from him. She could easily listen to him all day- but listening to him go on about how wonderful she was, that was conceited, wasn't it?

"I would just be very unhappy if your investors thought poorly of you due to manners dealing with me." It was never her intent to drag him away from work or things that were important. She would stand by him no matter what he was up to, of course.

But making her feel warm and special was his job, and he really didn't mind making her feel that way. He looked at his wedding ring adorning his finger and smiled, so happy to think that it was him here with her.

"No, of course not. Everyone understands. Family comes first." He reassured her, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

The car pulled up in front of a cute cafe on the streetside, with a large awning for outside seating as well as plenty of seating inside. He hoped she'd like it. It was modeled after Paris, with an atmosphere to match. He took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Well, shall we?"

"I'm glad." Truly. Though she'd be unhappy and understand if he needed to spend more time at his business, she was happy to know he didn't have to. His corporation had always been a welcoming place to her, anyway. Full of employees that seemed delighted to see her.

"We shall." Her tone rising in excitement. She was quite hungry after the long ride over and sitting down to eat with him after thinking of him ever since she left sounded divine.

Who wouldn't be? She was the most elegant Mrs. Crawford. A looker. But he didn't think of her in terms of that, of course. She wasn't just a trophy, to him. He loved her dearly. And Industrial Illusions held a philosophy based on Pegasus' mode of thinking, so he only hired people who enjoyed life and its riches, so to speak. Wives being one of them.

With increasing fondness Pegasus led her inside, requesting the specific table he'd had held for them. They were led to a private section, that held a lovely set-up just like a european cafe.

Then, he held out her chair for her, smiling gently in encouragement.

Her fingers slid betwixt his, only too happy to keep the contact she'd been sharing. Too long a time away from him (and who was she kidding, that could be mere minutes easily) always had her feeling the need to be close for as long as possible. Ever since children when they were together they were joined at the hip. Entering adulthood there was no reason for that to ever change.

There were some stars in those vibrant blue eyes of hers, though, looking around as she was led in. When the chair was offered out for her she smoothed her dress back and slid into it with careful grace. One easy move. "This place is beautiful."

As soon as he had his lady fair seated comfortably and scooted her in at the proper distance from the white clothed table Pegasus slid in himself, sitting across from her. She was positively a wonder when she was pleased.

"Oh, do you like it? I picked it just for you."

Pegasus loved to do such things, after all. And he knew the kinds of places she loved. As long as she was happy nothing else mattered.

Cyndia settled into her seat, unfolding the pristine white napkin awaiting her on the tabletop and placing it gently over her lap. Ankles crossed she leaned in just a little, fingers skimming the small menu and eyes glancing down.

"You spoil me so." Hummed, amused, but no less happy.

"You deserve to be spoiled." That was true enough, in itself. Now he's watching her closely as he leaned in himself, pretending to take a look at the wine menus but not really that interested in them necessarily.

Cyndia could be the pristine picture of radiant beauty, so of course he didn't want to miss that. He scarcely spared the menu much of a glance while like that.

"See anything you'd like?" He asked, as he watched her.

She skimmed her finger down along the menu. "I'd love for some hot tea." What with the poor weather outside, nothing sounded better at the moment. "Maybe some bread and cheese." French restaurant. What else was worth getting? Save for wine, but she was hardly in the mood.

It seemed saying it out loud was all it took for her to make her mind up and decide. Once she had she laid her hands in her lap and looked up at him. "And for you?"

"Are you...sure that's all you want? Bread and cheese?" He teased, smiling all the more. "Are you playing a joke on me?" They were at a french cafe that boasted a wide variety of foods and she wanted just that?

"Then, well they do have a cheese platter with a pâté plate. Baguette and all. Oh, you know...Probably a smoked salmon and baked brie croissant roll."

Her hand was brought up to cover for a tiny giggle. "Perhaps." She hadn't intended for it to be a joke, her appetite was a little on the small side, though hungry. She never ate much at a time. And with some recent information rattling around in her head she couldn't think of much else.

"I'll share those with you." Her demeanor changed, if only in a very minute way. Something a bit more serious- as serious as Cyndia ever got. "And once it's ordered I'd like to talk with you about something."

No sooner had she mentioned orders than their server already arrived at their table, and was writing down their order as Pegasus told it to him.

"Hot tea for the young lady and you sir?" Pegasus simply pointed to one of the finest red wines they had on the menu. He can't help it. French food always goes good with wine. But don't worry, he won't drink a lot. Just one glass was good enough.

"I'll put in your order and be back with your drinks shortly."

"Thank you sir.~ So. As you were saying? You need to talk to me, my dear?"

It wasn't often Cyndia avoided the warm, loving gaze of her husband. But now was one of those rare times. Her own blue eyes glanced down at her hands, thinking. How best to bring this up? Even thinking about it had her face warming. Just a touch.

"Well..." Just state it plainly. She took a breath before looking up at him and continuing. "Mother tried to impress upon me a situation she feels is important." Cyndia loved her mother to pieces. Truly. But in this one instance she wasn't sure all that love was quite enough.

He blinked as he saw her look away. Was this a more serious matter than he'd thought? From the way she was being a bit hesitant it did seem to be...well, a reason to be worried.

Still, he listened as he would any other time, ever patient about the topic in question. If Cyndia was treating this seriously then so should he.

At the mention of his dear mother-in-law Mrs. Ashford he did have a slight dread in his mind.

"Oh? And what did she say?" Pegasus asked, gently, as their drinks were set in front of them and the server left quickly to give them privacy once more. He took a small sip of his wine, smiling past the rim of his glass.

Once her tea was set in front of her she wasted no time pouring a small amount of cream into it and setting sugar into the bottom. After stirring she let it steep. It would give her enough time to say the rest of what she wanted to say.

Her face grew slightly pinker.

"She was quite adamant about the topic of-" Well. Hm. "Grandchildren."

He was in the middle of a swallow when he suddenly choked, nearly spitting out the liquid but forcing himself not to. Instead he went a little pink himself, setting the wine glass down on the table.

"G-grandchildren? And...what else did she say?"

She shifted in her seat at the reaction. There wasn't much else she was expecting. She herself had had a similar reaction when her mother had sprung it on her- the first time. Then there was the second, third, and fourth. Reaching forward she brought her cup up and took a sip.

"Hm..." A breath out, still holding her cup delicately. Her eyes moved to the side again. Her face felt incredibly warm. "Mother thinks that we would make lovely parents." It had never really been a question in her mind, sure. Nothing surprising. "And she'd love to be a grandmother. 'As soon as possible', in her own words."

"O-oh Cyndia! My, that's—that's well, what do you think of it?"

Pegasus loved children. Honestly, he hadn't ever thought he wouldn't have children. But this was so sudden! Her mother could be rather insistent at times, he knew, but this was a decision best left up to the two of them. His cheeks are positively aglow now.

"H-ha yes she would say something like that, wouldn't she?"

She smiled from behind her little teacup, fingers still curled around it, enjoying the warmth it brought. She couldn't quite help herself. Pegasus was quite darling. And at least he hadn't rejected the idea- not that she had had any thoughts of him doing so.

"I think..." She began before sipping her tea once more and then setting it down in front of her. One of those almost ethereal, and very happy smiles was given to him. "It's a wonderful idea." Pegasus would make a very good father. "Though I must admit, the number of children she would like us to have is a bit much, for my tastes." Cyndia herself had been an only child, after hearing her mother go on and on about ten or more grand-babies she had started to think her parents had planned on having the Ashford Estate filled with children.

He would never outright reject anything Cyndia had to say. That would be ungentlemanly, and besides, he'd always thought that marriage would eventually lead to a family. His own father and mother had expressed their blessing of such an event to occur, before. No doubt their parents had conspired in this, to a degree.

"Oh, Cyndia..." He grabs for her hand across the table, caressing it gently. "Children...I-I've always wanted children." How does a man get this happy? Somehow Pegasus is on his own level!

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