[otc] don't worry, be happy
Hours ago, happiness was a distant memory for Matt.
If someone had told Matt then that he was still going to have it without Daphne he would've probably swung a few punches, gone for blood. Faced with this child, though, he was vastly reconsidering. He almost felt guilty for how quickly he felt better, but what would Daphne want? He chuckled as Little Matt turned his car stereo through the stations until it reached Disney Radio, then giggled in knowing the torture that the Jonas Brothers wrought on his father's ears.
He looked to the passenger seat, and there she sat, smiling at him almost smugly if it weren't for how happy she looked.
"Stop looking at me like that, you know what this is," she scolded him, the smiling not falling from her lips. "Might want to watch the road, seeing as you have two lives in your hands now."
Matt's head snapped back to the street, but he glanced toward her again.
"I miss you," he said a little lamely.
"That would be why I'm here. You know it's not healthy; it can't continue," she rolled her eyes and turned back to look at Little Matt. "He looks just like you."
"Daph, I'm sor-"
"You don't have to apologize, Matt. You can't be miserable forever just because I went and got myself killed. You need to move on, and this is the only way you'd do it anyway. You know that."
"Obviously I do, since I'm making you say it to me," he sighed. "I don't really feel comfortable doing this."
"Neither do I. Any other man would dress me in something a little more punchy."
"Punchy?"
"Yep. Not you, though. Jeans and a t-shirt, huh? Classic Parkman," she teased. Off his nostalgic and weakening happiness she reached out to his cheek. "It's okay, Tortoise. I'm just fast at everything. You though, you have to take your time. And if the little guy helps you cope with me easier, you can't feel guilty about it. Move on," she said before leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek.
Matt closed his eyes briefly and when he reopened them the only people in the car were him and his new reason for life, giggling in the backseat like the happiest kid in the world. He let himself chuckle as well, glancing back at the passenger seat again and thanking his own weird brain for the help.
Prompt: OTC - 43.3. "It's not about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and still keep moving forward." Rocky from Rocky 6
If someone had told Matt then that he was still going to have it without Daphne he would've probably swung a few punches, gone for blood. Faced with this child, though, he was vastly reconsidering. He almost felt guilty for how quickly he felt better, but what would Daphne want? He chuckled as Little Matt turned his car stereo through the stations until it reached Disney Radio, then giggled in knowing the torture that the Jonas Brothers wrought on his father's ears.
He looked to the passenger seat, and there she sat, smiling at him almost smugly if it weren't for how happy she looked.
"Stop looking at me like that, you know what this is," she scolded him, the smiling not falling from her lips. "Might want to watch the road, seeing as you have two lives in your hands now."
Matt's head snapped back to the street, but he glanced toward her again.
"I miss you," he said a little lamely.
"That would be why I'm here. You know it's not healthy; it can't continue," she rolled her eyes and turned back to look at Little Matt. "He looks just like you."
"Daph, I'm sor-"
"You don't have to apologize, Matt. You can't be miserable forever just because I went and got myself killed. You need to move on, and this is the only way you'd do it anyway. You know that."
"Obviously I do, since I'm making you say it to me," he sighed. "I don't really feel comfortable doing this."
"Neither do I. Any other man would dress me in something a little more punchy."
"Punchy?"
"Yep. Not you, though. Jeans and a t-shirt, huh? Classic Parkman," she teased. Off his nostalgic and weakening happiness she reached out to his cheek. "It's okay, Tortoise. I'm just fast at everything. You though, you have to take your time. And if the little guy helps you cope with me easier, you can't feel guilty about it. Move on," she said before leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek.
Matt closed his eyes briefly and when he reopened them the only people in the car were him and his new reason for life, giggling in the backseat like the happiest kid in the world. He let himself chuckle as well, glancing back at the passenger seat again and thanking his own weird brain for the help.
Prompt: OTC - 43.3. "It's not about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and still keep moving forward." Rocky from Rocky 6