I hear my mother walk in the door but the book is just getting good, she's never in a good mood anyway when she comes home. It's always best to let her come in and talk to Daddy before I try to tell her about my day - Daddy already knows.
"Sarah, you know you have to wear your glasses when you read."
Her voice pulls me from my book and I sigh, huffing and looking up at her; giving her my 'reading, go away' look as Daddy calls it. "Bu..."
"Maintenant, ne pas me faire la parole il encore."Apparently Mommy's in one of those moods tonight. "Fine." I mutter, sighing and getting up, putting my bookmark right in the middle of the bestest part so far and rushing to my room. "Glasses." I look around the room trying to find them and remember where I put them last
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Focused on the file to the point of giving myself a headache, I hardly hear Lilah come in. But judging by the way she does come in, her day at work was worse than usual. She skips the defrosting portion of the evening almost completely, wandering over to demand a little attention after sending Sarah for her specs. Sarah sighs but hurries to get them, knowing better than to test Li when she's had a day
( ... )
Sarah comes bolting into the room and it's her sweet smile that pulls Lindsey from his papers. He finally looks at me as if he sees me for the first time. I smile tiredly at him and for once I don't put up a fight when he pulls me into his arms, leaning against him and resting my hands over his.
"That smug warlock Ramos still giving you grief?"
I lean my head against his and sigh softly, nodding and closing my eyes. I feel and hear Sarah's shoes as she bounds over the couch and finds her way into my lap. I open one eye to say something to her about being a lady but my exhaustion and general feeling of being fedup from the day keeps me quiet.
"Want us to beat him up for you? I'll hold him and Sarah can hit..."Shaking my head I sigh and lean forward to kiss the top of Sarah's head. "I will not allow my daughter to fight...Not there," I mutter determined not to let my work run my life as it used to. "There's a reason we live an hour away from the office
( ... )
Lilah knows that I'm just teasing about throwing myself into any of her fights... let alone getting Sarah involved in anything Wolfram & Hart... and in the old days, we could've gone hours bantering back and forth. But there's a new kind of seriousness to Lilah now that puts a strain on her sense of humor. It's a natural effect of living this long under that kind of pressure. And if there was a way to keep her away from it, there isn't a price that I wouldn't be willing to pay.
"I'm all yours, lucky lady," I tease when she asks where I'll be tomorrow. Meetings can be rescheduled and clients can wait. I've only got one chance to be there as my daughter grows up and I'm already losing Lilah far too often to the firm. Never really caught on to the whole 'sharing' thing, but at least I've got my priorities right this time.
I just barely get the chance to enjoy Lilah's unexpected tenderness before Sarah decides that she's had quite enough of the 'smoochy stuff', tugging my hair and pulling a face when I shoot her a look. "No ignoring
( ... )
Lindsey tells me that I'm all his tomorrow and I can't help but smile; between work and Sarah we barely get time together at all and it would be nice for a change. Take a break from the world for a while. It's been a long time since we've allowed ourselves to forget about work and get lost in each other
( ... )
I grin at him. "Nope, wouldn't let you ever never." I kiss his cheek and hug him back tightly as he pulls me to him and mommy, squishing himself between us. "Silly," I giggle, hearing him mumble about dinner under me and I nod. "Yes, must show Mommy the table we made. It's awful perdy
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I know Lilah's just kidding about the quality of the work food, but I really wouldn't be too surprised. What Angel did in L.A. all those years ago, going out with one hell of a bang like the champion that he was... it shook the Partners and it shook 'em good. You didn't even have to be working within the firm anymore to feel it. Team Angel may not have eliminated evil on earth, but they sure as hell took it down a notch.
But Sarah's tugging us towards the table and Lilah's finding her wit again, making cracks about my housekeeping skills, and I can't be bothered with the epic battles between the shades of grey at the moment. I've got this little family to call my own and so long as the world stays out, I'm cool with things running their natural course. "Make sure you get me a blue one," I tell Lilah. "It'll bring out my eyes
( ... )
The smart-ass comment that I have in my mind quickly fades away as Sarah decides to drop an Apocalypse on the two of us. People are always talking about how their world stop's at life altering news and such; I always thought it was bullshit
( ... )
"What? You don't want to hang out at your old man's firm anymore? Too good for me now, huh?"
I turn towards Daddy and give him a look. "Pualeaze, like I could ever get tired of you Daddy." Squirming out of my seat I hurry over to him and hug him tightly, resting my head against his chest. "Vous connaissez je t'aime le Papa." I laugh, remembering Mommy telling me that Daddy hates French; something about him not getting it. It's a pretty language. Much easier than some of those funky text's that I've seen in her books; that's for sure.
Pulling on Daddy's shirt I make my way up and sit on his lap so I'm kinda sandwiched between the table and him, facing my mother as I fiddle with a napkin. "It'll be fun," I grin at her. "We can go to that really good place for lunch and I can help file papers. I taught myself how to speak Sumerian too if you have anything like that." I shrug and twirl a lock of my hair around my finger. "Or I can just sit and finish reading my book and not be in your way..."
"Now isn't a good time baby, I'm sorry."My
( ... )
Lilah polishes off her wine, looking a little rattled, and my arms tighten almost unconsciously around Sarah when she bounces over to give me a hug. As if I can hang onto her and physically keep Wolfram & Hart from tromping right through our lives and into Sarah's life. You never really realize the size of that place until you're trying to hide something precious from it
( ... )
I might as well have slapped my daughter across the face, I think it would have been less painful for her than my words. She looks at me, almost pleading, for me to change my mind. If it was for anything else I would have. But this was Wolfram and Hart, life or death. Just because Lindsey and I were damned it didn't mean that she had to be as well.
For once I know that Lindsey and I are on the same page, we have always been when it's come to Sarah. It surprised me how well he fell into that parental role when I told him that I was pregnant. Hell, I surprised myself. Another time to think on that.
Lindsey moves towards us and I welcome his presence, reaching over and picking up his wine glass instead of touching his arm like I wanted. Looking through the bottom of the glass I watch the two of them, my stomach twisting as they talked. She begged him, so many times, before her face totally crumpled.
"Sugar, this doesn't have anything to do with you being good or not...It's just too busy right now and... boring. Really, really boring."
( ... )
A little tremble of rage or hurt goes through Sarah, and then she's tearing herself away from me and shooting death glares every which way, obviously feeling a little ganged up on here. "Sarah..." But according to her we're both being mean and apparently this conversation is over, finally punctuated by a dramatic door-slam that makes me wince.
"I guess that makes us real parents now, huh?" I comment dryly, getting to my feet. At least she didn't say that she hated us. I seem to remember saying that to my daddy once in fit of teenage frustration and getting cuffed upside the head for it, but... if I heard that from Sarah, even knowing how empty those sentiments are from an angry kid, I don't think I'd be able to hold up.
Lilah doesn't look like she's in the mood for jokes though, her lips pressed together and that rare but scary helpless look in her eyes. (If you had've told me Lilah Morgan could look this perfectly shattered a couple years back, I wouldn't have believed it to save my life.) "Scotch...now.""You sure that's such a
( ... )
Lindsey is at it again, cracking jokes and making light of things even though we both know this is the darkest they've been. Never has our daughter asked such things about work and now that she has...it's only going to get worse.
"You sure that's such a good...Let's not make a habit of this, alright?"
Oh why must he bother even attempting to steer me away from it? He should know me better after not only being married to me, but from working together for so long. "That's not a fuck that I give, Lindsey." I shoot back at him, far from any mood for his shit tonight. My daughter was mad at me and there wasn't a fiber inside me that was at all pleased or content with that.
"Come over here,"His words break my thoughts and for once I don't have any effort in me to argue or protest. I get out of the chair and talk over slowly to the couch, my eyes moving along my husband and the thought of how different life would be if
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"Sarah, you know you have to wear your glasses when you read."
Her voice pulls me from my book and I sigh, huffing and looking up at her; giving her my 'reading, go away' look as Daddy calls it. "Bu..."
"Maintenant, ne pas me faire la parole il encore."Apparently Mommy's in one of those moods tonight. "Fine." I mutter, sighing and getting up, putting my bookmark right in the middle of the bestest part so far and rushing to my room. "Glasses." I look around the room trying to find them and remember where I put them last ( ... )
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"That smug warlock Ramos still giving you grief?"
I lean my head against his and sigh softly, nodding and closing my eyes. I feel and hear Sarah's shoes as she bounds over the couch and finds her way into my lap. I open one eye to say something to her about being a lady but my exhaustion and general feeling of being fedup from the day keeps me quiet.
"Want us to beat him up for you? I'll hold him and Sarah can hit..."Shaking my head I sigh and lean forward to kiss the top of Sarah's head. "I will not allow my daughter to fight...Not there," I mutter determined not to let my work run my life as it used to. "There's a reason we live an hour away from the office ( ... )
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"I'm all yours, lucky lady," I tease when she asks where I'll be tomorrow. Meetings can be rescheduled and clients can wait. I've only got one chance to be there as my daughter grows up and I'm already losing Lilah far too often to the firm. Never really caught on to the whole 'sharing' thing, but at least I've got my priorities right this time.
I just barely get the chance to enjoy Lilah's unexpected tenderness before Sarah decides that she's had quite enough of the 'smoochy stuff', tugging my hair and pulling a face when I shoot her a look. "No ignoring ( ... )
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But Sarah's tugging us towards the table and Lilah's finding her wit again, making cracks about my housekeeping skills, and I can't be bothered with the epic battles between the shades of grey at the moment. I've got this little family to call my own and so long as the world stays out, I'm cool with things running their natural course. "Make sure you get me a blue one," I tell Lilah. "It'll bring out my eyes ( ... )
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I turn towards Daddy and give him a look. "Pualeaze, like I could ever get tired of you Daddy." Squirming out of my seat I hurry over to him and hug him tightly, resting my head against his chest. "Vous connaissez je t'aime le Papa." I laugh, remembering Mommy telling me that Daddy hates French; something about him not getting it. It's a pretty language. Much easier than some of those funky text's that I've seen in her books; that's for sure.
Pulling on Daddy's shirt I make my way up and sit on his lap so I'm kinda sandwiched between the table and him, facing my mother as I fiddle with a napkin. "It'll be fun," I grin at her. "We can go to that really good place for lunch and I can help file papers. I taught myself how to speak Sumerian too if you have anything like that." I shrug and twirl a lock of my hair around my finger. "Or I can just sit and finish reading my book and not be in your way..."
"Now isn't a good time baby, I'm sorry."My ( ... )
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For once I know that Lindsey and I are on the same page, we have always been when it's come to Sarah. It surprised me how well he fell into that parental role when I told him that I was pregnant. Hell, I surprised myself. Another time to think on that.
Lindsey moves towards us and I welcome his presence, reaching over and picking up his wine glass instead of touching his arm like I wanted. Looking through the bottom of the glass I watch the two of them, my stomach twisting as they talked. She begged him, so many times, before her face totally crumpled.
"Sugar, this doesn't have anything to do with you being good or not...It's just too busy right now and... boring. Really, really boring." ( ... )
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"I guess that makes us real parents now, huh?" I comment dryly, getting to my feet. At least she didn't say that she hated us. I seem to remember saying that to my daddy once in fit of teenage frustration and getting cuffed upside the head for it, but... if I heard that from Sarah, even knowing how empty those sentiments are from an angry kid, I don't think I'd be able to hold up.
Lilah doesn't look like she's in the mood for jokes though, her lips pressed together and that rare but scary helpless look in her eyes. (If you had've told me Lilah Morgan could look this perfectly shattered a couple years back, I wouldn't have believed it to save my life.) "Scotch...now.""You sure that's such a ( ... )
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"You sure that's such a good...Let's not make a habit of this, alright?"
Oh why must he bother even attempting to steer me away from it? He should know me better after not only being married to me, but from working together for so long. "That's not a fuck that I give, Lindsey." I shoot back at him, far from any mood for his shit tonight. My daughter was mad at me and there wasn't a fiber inside me that was at all pleased or content with that.
"Come over here,"His words break my thoughts and for once I don't have any effort in me to argue or protest. I get out of the chair and talk over slowly to the couch, my eyes moving along my husband and the thought of how different life would be if ( ... )
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