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favorite event appearances of anna kendrick (7/15)


posted 1 day ago






onemooredreamer:
Cade stood outside Patrick's bedroom door, fidgeting. At this rate he would open the door on her before she got the courage to knock. She finally managed a light tapping of her knuckles against wood. "P-Pat... Are you there?"

seeing-the-dream:

onemooredreamer:

seeing-the-dream:

Pat had been doing some research, trying to see if he could  find anything that the doctors might have missed. He paused the read aloud on the computer and turned the chair around. “Yeah, what is it?”

A wide smile spread across her face at the mention of her boys. “I wouldn’t say trouble yet. I’m saving that for when they start walking,” she laughed. “I’m still terrified I’m going to ruin them, but it doesn’t keep me from enjoying every minute I have with them. Although, I wouldn’t complain if I could get a bit more sleep every now and then.” 

"When they start walking and when the other twins get a hold of them." Patrick laughed and squeezed her hand. "Cade, you aren’t going to ruin them. You could never ruin anyone."

"Oh I can’t even imagine when the twins start influencing them!" She shook her head, grinning. "Oh it’s going to be so ridiculous and crazy." She gently released his hand to move to the fridge. "And thank you Pat. It’s easier to believe when it comes from you and Will. I some how can’t believe my own voice."


posted 2 days ago






onemooredreamer:
Cade stood outside Patrick's bedroom door, fidgeting. At this rate he would open the door on her before she got the courage to knock. She finally managed a light tapping of her knuckles against wood. "P-Pat... Are you there?"

seeing-the-dream:

onemooredreamer:

seeing-the-dream:

onemooredreamer:

seeing-the-dream:

onemooredreamer:

seeing-the-dream:

seeing-the-dream:

Pat had been doing some research, trying to see if he could  find anything that the doctors might have missed. He paused the read aloud on the computer and turned the chair around. “Yeah, what is it?”

"That’s the spirit." His smile had a hint of sadness to it. "And yes, being a mother does give you that excuse, but you have twins to worry about. I’ll be okay." Patrick gave her hand a squeeze.

Cade’s heart sank at even just the slight twinge of sadness that could be seen. However, she did her best to keep most of it from her voice and mannerism. “Oh no, don’t think you’re getting off that easy mister. I’ve got plenty of motherly worry to go around for all of you. You’re just going to have to smile and take it because I said so,” she laughed gently. Her hand gave gentle but sturdy squeeze. “On a briefly serious note, how are you feeling today?”

"I’m okay… It’s not a pain free day, but I’ve had a lot worse than this." Patrick sat back in his chair and he let go of her hand. "I can’t complain, really."

"That’s sort of good to hear," she smiled softly. "Have you eaten anything recently? I really wanted to see if you wanted to have a late lunch with me in the kitchen. I hate eating by myself, even at home." She placed a light hand on his shoulder. 

"I haven’t yet, actually, so lunch sounds really good." Patrick stood up and grabbed for his cane. "What’s on the menu?"

"Umm… I think there’s some left overs from the dinner Will cooked last night. I’ve ventured out a bit with my cooking skills, trying to learn how to be a better mom," she chuckled. "I’m not too bad at pasta and chicken. Or of course we could always order in." Cade waited until he had his cane before slipping her arm under his.

"Left overs work for me." He allowed her to lead him from the room. "How is being a mother treating you, Cade? I hope the twins aren’t causing you too much trouble."

A wide smile spread across her face at the mention of her boys. “I wouldn’t say trouble yet. I’m saving that for when they start walking,” she laughed. “I’m still terrified I’m going to ruin them, but it doesn’t keep me from enjoying every minute I have with them. Although, I wouldn’t complain if I could get a bit more sleep every now and then.” 


posted 3 days ago






onemooredreamer:
Cade stood outside Patrick's bedroom door, fidgeting. At this rate he would open the door on her before she got the courage to knock. She finally managed a light tapping of her knuckles against wood. "P-Pat... Are you there?"

seeing-the-dream:

onemooredreamer:

seeing-the-dream:

onemooredreamer:

seeing-the-dream:

seeing-the-dream:

Pat had been doing some research, trying to see if he could  find anything that the doctors might have missed. He paused the read aloud on the computer and turned the chair around. “Yeah, what is it?”

"That’s the spirit." His smile had a hint of sadness to it. "And yes, being a mother does give you that excuse, but you have twins to worry about. I’ll be okay." Patrick gave her hand a squeeze.

Cade’s heart sank at even just the slight twinge of sadness that could be seen. However, she did her best to keep most of it from her voice and mannerism. “Oh no, don’t think you’re getting off that easy mister. I’ve got plenty of motherly worry to go around for all of you. You’re just going to have to smile and take it because I said so,” she laughed gently. Her hand gave gentle but sturdy squeeze. “On a briefly serious note, how are you feeling today?”

"I’m okay… It’s not a pain free day, but I’ve had a lot worse than this." Patrick sat back in his chair and he let go of her hand. "I can’t complain, really."

"That’s sort of good to hear," she smiled softly. "Have you eaten anything recently? I really wanted to see if you wanted to have a late lunch with me in the kitchen. I hate eating by myself, even at home." She placed a light hand on his shoulder. 

"I haven’t yet, actually, so lunch sounds really good." Patrick stood up and grabbed for his cane. "What’s on the menu?"

"Umm… I think there’s some left overs from the dinner Will cooked last night. I’ve ventured out a bit with my cooking skills, trying to learn how to be a better mom," she chuckled. "I’m not too bad at pasta and chicken. Or of course we could always order in." Cade waited until he had his cane before slipping her arm under his.


posted 4 days ago






onemooredreamer:
Cade stood outside Patrick's bedroom door, fidgeting. At this rate he would open the door on her before she got the courage to knock. She finally managed a light tapping of her knuckles against wood. "P-Pat... Are you there?"

seeing-the-dream:

onemooredreamer:

seeing-the-dream:

seeing-the-dream:

Pat had been doing some research, trying to see if he could  find anything that the doctors might have missed. He paused the read aloud on the computer and turned the chair around. “Yeah, what is it?”

"That’s the spirit." His smile had a hint of sadness to it. "And yes, being a mother does give you that excuse, but you have twins to worry about. I’ll be okay." Patrick gave her hand a squeeze.

Cade’s heart sank at even just the slight twinge of sadness that could be seen. However, she did her best to keep most of it from her voice and mannerism. “Oh no, don’t think you’re getting off that easy mister. I’ve got plenty of motherly worry to go around for all of you. You’re just going to have to smile and take it because I said so,” she laughed gently. Her hand gave gentle but sturdy squeeze. “On a briefly serious note, how are you feeling today?”

"I’m okay… It’s not a pain free day, but I’ve had a lot worse than this." Patrick sat back in his chair and he let go of her hand. "I can’t complain, really."

"That’s sort of good to hear," she smiled softly. "Have you eaten anything recently? I really wanted to see if you wanted to have a late lunch with me in the kitchen. I hate eating by myself, even at home." She placed a light hand on his shoulder. 


posted 5 days ago






onemooredreamer:
Cade stood outside Patrick's bedroom door, fidgeting. At this rate he would open the door on her before she got the courage to knock. She finally managed a light tapping of her knuckles against wood. "P-Pat... Are you there?"

seeing-the-dream:

onemooredreamer:

seeing-the-dream:

onemooredreamer:

seeing-the-dream:

onemooredreamer:

seeing-the-dream:

Pat had been doing some research, trying to see if he could  find anything that the doctors might have missed. He paused the read aloud on the computer and turned the chair around. “Yeah, what is it?”

Cade opened her mouth but words would not come. Why could she not overcome this awkwardness? She pressed her forehead to the door with a soft sigh. “I just felt like… I just wanted talk. If you’re not busy. I just put the boys down for a nap…”

"Of course! Come on in. Or would you rather go to the living room?" Patrick ran his hand through his hair.  

"No this is fine. I don’t mind coming in." She quietly pushed open the door and came to his side. "You don’t even have to stop what you’re doing if you don’t want." Her gently skimmed the back of his head, brushing down his hair with a newly acquired mother’s touch. 

"I was just doing some research, it’s fine." He smiled at her as her hand ran through his hair. Patrick held out his other hand for her to take. "Cade, you don’t have to worry about me, you know that, right? A lot could happen in five years."

"Yes I do. But I’m a mom now, so I have a built in excuse to worry." She took his hand and gently locked their fingers together. "But I know anything can happen. I’m hoping and trusting in that. Science and medicine are always find something new."

"That’s the spirit." His smile had a hint of sadness to it. "And yes, being a mother does give you that excuse, but you have twins to worry about. I’ll be okay." Patrick gave her hand a squeeze.

Cade’s heart sank at even just the slight twinge of sadness that could be seen. However, she did her best to keep most of it from her voice and mannerism. “Oh no, don’t think you’re getting off that easy mister. I’ve got plenty of motherly worry to go around for all of you. You’re just going to have to smile and take it because I said so,” she laughed gently. Her hand gave gentle but sturdy squeeze. “On a briefly serious note, how are you feeling today?”


posted 1 week ago






onemooredreamer:
Cade stood outside Patrick's bedroom door, fidgeting. At this rate he would open the door on her before she got the courage to knock. She finally managed a light tapping of her knuckles against wood. "P-Pat... Are you there?"

seeing-the-dream:

onemooredreamer:

seeing-the-dream:

onemooredreamer:

seeing-the-dream:

Pat had been doing some research, trying to see if he could  find anything that the doctors might have missed. He paused the read aloud on the computer and turned the chair around. “Yeah, what is it?”

Cade opened her mouth but words would not come. Why could she not overcome this awkwardness? She pressed her forehead to the door with a soft sigh. “I just felt like… I just wanted talk. If you’re not busy. I just put the boys down for a nap…”

"Of course! Come on in. Or would you rather go to the living room?" Patrick ran his hand through his hair.  

"No this is fine. I don’t mind coming in." She quietly pushed open the door and came to his side. "You don’t even have to stop what you’re doing if you don’t want." Her gently skimmed the back of his head, brushing down his hair with a newly acquired mother’s touch. 

"I was just doing some research, it’s fine." He smiled at her as her hand ran through his hair. Patrick held out his other hand for her to take. "Cade, you don’t have to worry about me, you know that, right? A lot could happen in five years."

"Yes I do. But I’m a mom now, so I have a built in excuse to worry." She took his hand and gently locked their fingers together. "But I know anything can happen. I’m hoping and trusting in that. Science and medicine are always find something new."


posted 1 week ago






onemooredreamer:
Cade stood outside Patrick's bedroom door, fidgeting. At this rate he would open the door on her before she got the courage to knock. She finally managed a light tapping of her knuckles against wood. "P-Pat... Are you there?"

seeing-the-dream:

onemooredreamer:

seeing-the-dream:

Pat had been doing some research, trying to see if he could  find anything that the doctors might have missed. He paused the read aloud on the computer and turned the chair around. “Yeah, what is it?”

Cade opened her mouth but words would not come. Why could she not overcome this awkwardness? She pressed her forehead to the door with a soft sigh. “I just felt like… I just wanted talk. If you’re not busy. I just put the boys down for a nap…”

"Of course! Come on in. Or would you rather go to the living room?" Patrick ran his hand through his hair.  

"No this is fine. I don’t mind coming in." She quietly pushed open the door and came to his side. "You don’t even have to stop what you’re doing if you don’t want." Her gently skimmed the back of his head, brushing down his hair with a newly acquired mother’s touch. 


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