Fic: Tim/Don, "First Day of School"
For kayama and her prompt of 'first day of school.'
Even the Greatest of Men Can be Floored by a Tiny Backpack
"Where are their backpacks?"
"Right where I staged them last night, honey."
"And Nora's dress; I can't find her tights!"
"Because she's not wearing tights, she's wearing those leggings I put out."
"What? Where?"
"Donald Strachey, I swear, if you don't stop running around like a chicken with its head cut off we're never making it to school, much less the bus stop!"
Tim's voice cut through the pandemonium that was the twin's bedroom where Nora's hair was sticking up straight with styling product, and Nick was determinedly pulling his trousers back off.
"You two heard the man," Don stage-whispers, feeling a bit more calm with Tim's solid presence bringing him back to the ground. "Nick, pants back on. Nora, no more product in your hair, come here, baby girl."
Don quickly smoothed her silky brown-blonde hair back in a ponytail, hair product and all, then he helped Nick with the buttons on his pants. "Okay, bugs, let's go. Your daddy is nervous about being late." Among other things, he thinks.
They walk downstairs - and who's the one rushing around? Tim is pulling out everything that he just put in their little lunches, and looking through the pantry. He's also got three jackets out for each kid on the back of the couch. Don stands there for a fond moment holding a hand of each kid before taking his time to say, "Timothy Callahan, if you don't stop running around like a chicken with its head cut off we're never making it to school, much less the bus stop."
Tim stops and turns to look at them. "But their lunch-"
"Will be perfect and they'll probably trade what they have for someone else's." He teases lightly, before telling the kids to get a coat on and then padding over to kiss your cheek and start stuffing everything back into the brown paper bags. "They're gonna be great, honey," he murmurs, the kids chasing each other around the couch.
Tim pauses and then smiles over his shoulder. "Yeah, they are. ...But I'm still driving them to the bus stop."
Even the Greatest of Men Can be Floored by a Tiny Backpack
"Where are their backpacks?"
"Right where I staged them last night, honey."
"And Nora's dress; I can't find her tights!"
"Because she's not wearing tights, she's wearing those leggings I put out."
"What? Where?"
"Donald Strachey, I swear, if you don't stop running around like a chicken with its head cut off we're never making it to school, much less the bus stop!"
Tim's voice cut through the pandemonium that was the twin's bedroom where Nora's hair was sticking up straight with styling product, and Nick was determinedly pulling his trousers back off.
"You two heard the man," Don stage-whispers, feeling a bit more calm with Tim's solid presence bringing him back to the ground. "Nick, pants back on. Nora, no more product in your hair, come here, baby girl."
Don quickly smoothed her silky brown-blonde hair back in a ponytail, hair product and all, then he helped Nick with the buttons on his pants. "Okay, bugs, let's go. Your daddy is nervous about being late." Among other things, he thinks.
They walk downstairs - and who's the one rushing around? Tim is pulling out everything that he just put in their little lunches, and looking through the pantry. He's also got three jackets out for each kid on the back of the couch. Don stands there for a fond moment holding a hand of each kid before taking his time to say, "Timothy Callahan, if you don't stop running around like a chicken with its head cut off we're never making it to school, much less the bus stop."
Tim stops and turns to look at them. "But their lunch-"
"Will be perfect and they'll probably trade what they have for someone else's." He teases lightly, before telling the kids to get a coat on and then padding over to kiss your cheek and start stuffing everything back into the brown paper bags. "They're gonna be great, honey," he murmurs, the kids chasing each other around the couch.
Tim pauses and then smiles over his shoulder. "Yeah, they are. ...But I'm still driving them to the bus stop."