Double Drabble: Messy Eater
Title: Messy Eater
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Meriel, Jack, Nosy.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 455: Shower at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Meriel is at the messy feeding stage…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
The kitchen of their flat looked like a disaster area, which was the case more often than not these days. Meriel was learning to feed herself, although as far as Ianto could tell, she was more interested in throwing oatmeal everywhere than actually eating it. That would no doubt change when she finished playing with her food and realised there wasn’t any left, while she was still hungry. Then he predicted loud wails and floods of tears. Their daughter couldn’t talk yet, but she was very good at making her displeasure known. It was a good thing they didn’t have neighbours.
Under the circumstances, Ianto was relieved both he and Jack were at home today, because that meant Jack could take charge of supplying food to the bottomless pit that was their daughter while Ianto dealt with the mess she’d created by picking up her dish and upending it over the edge of her highchair. He wasn’t sure whether he was glad she’d managed to miss the floor or not. Floors could be mopped…
Once again, Ianto blessed Jack for the enormous shower he’d had fitted in their flat. There was plenty of room in it for an oatmeal-covered Fluff.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Meriel, Jack, Nosy.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 455: Shower at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Meriel is at the messy feeding stage…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
The kitchen of their flat looked like a disaster area, which was the case more often than not these days. Meriel was learning to feed herself, although as far as Ianto could tell, she was more interested in throwing oatmeal everywhere than actually eating it. That would no doubt change when she finished playing with her food and realised there wasn’t any left, while she was still hungry. Then he predicted loud wails and floods of tears. Their daughter couldn’t talk yet, but she was very good at making her displeasure known. It was a good thing they didn’t have neighbours.
Under the circumstances, Ianto was relieved both he and Jack were at home today, because that meant Jack could take charge of supplying food to the bottomless pit that was their daughter while Ianto dealt with the mess she’d created by picking up her dish and upending it over the edge of her highchair. He wasn’t sure whether he was glad she’d managed to miss the floor or not. Floors could be mopped…
Once again, Ianto blessed Jack for the enormous shower he’d had fitted in their flat. There was plenty of room in it for an oatmeal-covered Fluff.
The End