[mm] march 2.3.6 - flutter
NOTE: Set three years into the future. Baileigh is deep_red_bells and used with love and by request.
“So how long are you here?”
“Maybe a week?” Tommy replied, grinning as three year old Mayilia as she toddled past, giggling as another little girl with a familiar head of thick, dark curls chased her down.
“Daddy! Daddy, we play tag!!”
“I see that, babe!” he laughed, waving at Baileigh’s daughter as the toddler scurried past them.
“God, they’re so cute…girls! GIRLS! Too far, come back!...sorry, where were we?”
“How long I’m in town for Boney’s gallery opening.” He offered with a grin, cocking his head to regard Baileigh with a grin. “Wow.”
“What? You finally notice my haircut?”
“You got your hair cut?”
“Three inches, you turd!” she huffed, grinning as she smacked his arm. “I hate you.”
“You do not, shut it. I was just thinking about how different things were just a couple years ago. You know, before Curly Sue over there showed up.”
He watched the familiar face change with mild surprise…as much as the rest of her had changed. It wasn’t like she was a different person, but there was a difference to Baileigh that was noticeable and breathtaking. Three inches off her hair to make it less accessible to searching hands, the slightly more tailored look to the crisp blue jeans and knit top, even the way her gaze never stayed on him for more than a second. Instead, she kept her eyes on the kids as if she’d been raising children her whole life.
“I guess I never really think about it. I mean…it seems so far away now. Now I guess I’m just trying to get through every day. I’m too scared of being a bad mom to be scared of being responsible for a little person…okay, so it still scares me, but…I dunno. It’s like Slaying, the fear’s just part of the job.” she mused, leaning down to scoop up her daughter as she toddled back over.
Tommy watched as Baileigh fussed with picking brush out of her hair, then followed suit as May returned and he picked her up to straighten her shirt and check her braids.
“Tia! Fwowers for you!” May chirped, sticking out her hand to offer Baileigh a bright yellow, badly smashed dandelion.
“Aww, nena! You’re so sweet, thank you!”
As Baileigh accepted the flower, the smile she bore spread to her child’s face as she stuck her tiny hand out towards Tommy.
“Tio Erry! Wishes por tu!”
Tommy laughed, sharing a look with Baileigh as he accepted the barely-there dandelion puff her little girl handed him. “Teaching her Spanish already, babe?”
“Not much, but that’s English. She has trouble with that still.”
Grinning, Tommy winked at the girls before blowing on the dandelion with a single puff of air and a small use of power, transforming the fluffy seed pods into a wash of glittering confetti that fluttered down over them to a chorus of delighted squeals and shouts.
“Make a wish, girls!”
“Wishes for you, Daddy!”
“Well, I’m sharin’. C’mon, everyone make a wish.”
As the two children screwed their eyes shut, wishing as hard as they could, Tommy shared a smile with Baileigh over their heads, her eyes as bright with joy as the bits of confetti nesting in her hair and that of her daughter. They were twin dark beacons of light in the middle of Central Park, the Lazarey girls, and Tommy’s favorite reason for visiting New York, next to his family.
But in that moment and others, they were always going to be his favorite sources of power…his charges, his beacons of hope.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 604
“So how long are you here?”
“Maybe a week?” Tommy replied, grinning as three year old Mayilia as she toddled past, giggling as another little girl with a familiar head of thick, dark curls chased her down.
“Daddy! Daddy, we play tag!!”
“I see that, babe!” he laughed, waving at Baileigh’s daughter as the toddler scurried past them.
“God, they’re so cute…girls! GIRLS! Too far, come back!...sorry, where were we?”
“How long I’m in town for Boney’s gallery opening.” He offered with a grin, cocking his head to regard Baileigh with a grin. “Wow.”
“What? You finally notice my haircut?”
“You got your hair cut?”
“Three inches, you turd!” she huffed, grinning as she smacked his arm. “I hate you.”
“You do not, shut it. I was just thinking about how different things were just a couple years ago. You know, before Curly Sue over there showed up.”
He watched the familiar face change with mild surprise…as much as the rest of her had changed. It wasn’t like she was a different person, but there was a difference to Baileigh that was noticeable and breathtaking. Three inches off her hair to make it less accessible to searching hands, the slightly more tailored look to the crisp blue jeans and knit top, even the way her gaze never stayed on him for more than a second. Instead, she kept her eyes on the kids as if she’d been raising children her whole life.
“I guess I never really think about it. I mean…it seems so far away now. Now I guess I’m just trying to get through every day. I’m too scared of being a bad mom to be scared of being responsible for a little person…okay, so it still scares me, but…I dunno. It’s like Slaying, the fear’s just part of the job.” she mused, leaning down to scoop up her daughter as she toddled back over.
Tommy watched as Baileigh fussed with picking brush out of her hair, then followed suit as May returned and he picked her up to straighten her shirt and check her braids.
“Tia! Fwowers for you!” May chirped, sticking out her hand to offer Baileigh a bright yellow, badly smashed dandelion.
“Aww, nena! You’re so sweet, thank you!”
As Baileigh accepted the flower, the smile she bore spread to her child’s face as she stuck her tiny hand out towards Tommy.
“Tio Erry! Wishes por tu!”
Tommy laughed, sharing a look with Baileigh as he accepted the barely-there dandelion puff her little girl handed him. “Teaching her Spanish already, babe?”
“Not much, but that’s English. She has trouble with that still.”
Grinning, Tommy winked at the girls before blowing on the dandelion with a single puff of air and a small use of power, transforming the fluffy seed pods into a wash of glittering confetti that fluttered down over them to a chorus of delighted squeals and shouts.
“Make a wish, girls!”
“Wishes for you, Daddy!”
“Well, I’m sharin’. C’mon, everyone make a wish.”
As the two children screwed their eyes shut, wishing as hard as they could, Tommy shared a smile with Baileigh over their heads, her eyes as bright with joy as the bits of confetti nesting in her hair and that of her daughter. They were twin dark beacons of light in the middle of Central Park, the Lazarey girls, and Tommy’s favorite reason for visiting New York, next to his family.
But in that moment and others, they were always going to be his favorite sources of power…his charges, his beacons of hope.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 604