Original: Cinnamon Rolls and Silence
Title: Cinnamon Rolls and Silence
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Amelia and Josh (and their kids)
Rating: G
Summary: Silent children are usually up to something...
Warning: *Written for Round 72 of prompt_in_a_box. Prompt #06: "It's word that came to mind." (Margaery Tyrell, 308 Second Sons)
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from a RP conversation with gatechic and a Weekend Challenge prompt at 1_million_words: X could have avoided all this trouble if only s/he had remembered to...
Amelia was standing in front of the oven when she felt the arm wrap around her. "Help, there's a strange man in my house," she said dully, smiling as her just-showered husband pressed a kiss to her neck and tightened his hold on her. "Oh, it's just my husband," she added a moment later, turning her head to catch a proper kiss.
"Whatcha doin', Melly?" Josh asked, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Making breakfast," she replied with a smile, putting the last of the icing on the cinnamon rolls she'd just pulled from the oven.
"Cinnamon rolls," Josh said, standing straight and raising an eyebrow. "It's not my birthday."
Amelia smiled again and glanced over her shoulder. "My husband is home, on a Saturday morning, for the first time in two months." With a nod, she continued: "It's worth celebrating."
Josh raised an eyebrow and sighed, then pulled back and moved toward the cabinet with the glasses. He pulled out two glasses, then opened the fridge and smiled, finding a carton of orange juice in the door. "Speaking of Saturday mornings," he said, making quick work of pouring each of them some juice. "There's something I need to tell you."
Amelia glanced at him as she moved the hot pan off the stovetop and opened a cupboard to collect two plates. She had a feeling that whatever he was about to say wasn't going to be good.
"I'm being transferred," Josh said after a sip of juice.
"Yeah?" she replied slowly, not looking away from him as her mind immediately started thinking about how many boxes it would take just to pack up the kids' rooms.
Josh watched her for a moment, fighting a smile as he could see she was thinking way too far ahead. "Pay's gonna change," he continued, nonchalantly.
"Up or down?" she asked simply, knowing that they were doing all right, at the moment.
"Side to side?" Josh offered. "Up a few bucks, maybe."
Amelia looked at the counter and took a breath. She didn't want to ask, but figured it was best to get it over with. After all, she only had a few days with him, before he was back to work. "Where?"
Setting his glass down, Josh moved over to his wife's side and wrapped his arms around her again. He pressed a kiss to her ear then leaned his head sideways to catch her eyes. "Here." Her eyes narrowed, which made him smile. "I miss my wife. I miss my kids... I miss my bed," he explained. "I want to be here. Every Saturday. And every other day. I want to be here for bedtime, for breakfast. Sick days, snow days..." he trailed off. Amelia was fighting tears as she realized what he was saying, and realized she had been holding her breath only when she had to breathe.
"Here-here?" she asked.
Josh nodded and ran a thumb along her cheek. "I'll have to go in a few times a week, but, yeah. Here-her-" His words were interrupted when Amelia kissed him. He smiled and pulled her close, cinnamon rolls forgotten.
Mumbling against her lips, Josh commented: "We can have nooners.. three pmers.. start working on number three." Amelia laughed and pulled back, shaking her head. Two were enough work, right now.
As the realization hit that their two children were being awfully quiet for that time of the morning, Josh and Amelia's one-year-old son, Ben, came into the kitchen. Amelia's eyes went wide as she saw the boy, dressed in one of his sister's sparkly princess dresses, face painted with all colors of makeup that she knew didn't come from their four-year-old's dress up box.
"Morgan," she breathed. Josh turned to see what had caused the look on Amelia's face, and his own eyes went wide as Ben gave them a bright smile and giggled as he wobbled toward Mommy and Daddy.
Without knowing exactly what their daughter was currently up to, Amelia stepped around Ben and pointed for Josh to watch him. "You look beautiful, baby," she told the boy, and added some speed to her step and she rushed toward the bedrooms.
"Morgan Rose!" she called out as she reached the end of the hall. Sticking her head into the doorway of Morgan's bedroom, Amelia saw no sight of the girl. There was a thump from the other side of the hall, and Amelia turned toward her own bedroom. The bathroom door was open, but she could see movement through the gap.
Stepping into the doorway, Amelia could see Morgan through the mirror, trying to curl further into the corner. "Morgan," she said simply, in the tone the four-year-old knew preceded a time out. A glance toward the sink showed Amelia the open drawer where she kept her makeup, and Morgan's step-stool for brushing her teeth and using the potty.
"Morgan, come out from behind the door." She watched the mirror, arms crossed, as Morgan turned, dressed up and makeup on her face, as well. Morgan didn't look in the mirror, though, and came around the door with her lower lip to the floor.
As soon as Morgan looked up - and then immediately back down, seeing the look on her mother's face - Amelia knelt down and uncrossed her arms. Waving a finger, Amelia ordered Morgan closer. "Are you supposed to be playing in here?"
"No," Morgan replied, shaking her whole body, instead of just her head.
"Are you allowed to touch Mommy's makeup?"
"No," Morgan replied again, swaying again.
Amelia leaned and pulled Morgan closer. "Why did you?"
The four-year-old looked up at her mother, wide-eyed. Quietly, Morgan replied: "To be pitty for Daddy." Amelia sighed; she couldn't really argue with that face, or that logic.
"You're always pretty, Morgy," Amelia heard, and turned with Morgan to see Josh and Ben. Josh knelt down next to his wife and let Ben wobble to Amelia, who shifted her weight and sat down on the floor. Ben shrieked happily as Amelia pulled him into her lap, and Josh waved for Morgan to come to him.
"Don't ever do this to your brother again," Josh instructed, and then kissed Morgan's made-up cheek.
Amelia smoothed the skirt of Ben's dress and raised an eyebrow at her husband. "So... you really want to work from home?"
Josh looked at his two makeup-caked kids and smiled. "Absolutely."
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Amelia and Josh (and their kids)
Rating: G
Summary: Silent children are usually up to something...
Warning: *Written for Round 72 of prompt_in_a_box. Prompt #06: "It's word that came to mind." (Margaery Tyrell, 308 Second Sons)
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from a RP conversation with gatechic and a Weekend Challenge prompt at 1_million_words: X could have avoided all this trouble if only s/he had remembered to...
Amelia was standing in front of the oven when she felt the arm wrap around her. "Help, there's a strange man in my house," she said dully, smiling as her just-showered husband pressed a kiss to her neck and tightened his hold on her. "Oh, it's just my husband," she added a moment later, turning her head to catch a proper kiss.
"Whatcha doin', Melly?" Josh asked, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Making breakfast," she replied with a smile, putting the last of the icing on the cinnamon rolls she'd just pulled from the oven.
"Cinnamon rolls," Josh said, standing straight and raising an eyebrow. "It's not my birthday."
Amelia smiled again and glanced over her shoulder. "My husband is home, on a Saturday morning, for the first time in two months." With a nod, she continued: "It's worth celebrating."
Josh raised an eyebrow and sighed, then pulled back and moved toward the cabinet with the glasses. He pulled out two glasses, then opened the fridge and smiled, finding a carton of orange juice in the door. "Speaking of Saturday mornings," he said, making quick work of pouring each of them some juice. "There's something I need to tell you."
Amelia glanced at him as she moved the hot pan off the stovetop and opened a cupboard to collect two plates. She had a feeling that whatever he was about to say wasn't going to be good.
"I'm being transferred," Josh said after a sip of juice.
"Yeah?" she replied slowly, not looking away from him as her mind immediately started thinking about how many boxes it would take just to pack up the kids' rooms.
Josh watched her for a moment, fighting a smile as he could see she was thinking way too far ahead. "Pay's gonna change," he continued, nonchalantly.
"Up or down?" she asked simply, knowing that they were doing all right, at the moment.
"Side to side?" Josh offered. "Up a few bucks, maybe."
Amelia looked at the counter and took a breath. She didn't want to ask, but figured it was best to get it over with. After all, she only had a few days with him, before he was back to work. "Where?"
Setting his glass down, Josh moved over to his wife's side and wrapped his arms around her again. He pressed a kiss to her ear then leaned his head sideways to catch her eyes. "Here." Her eyes narrowed, which made him smile. "I miss my wife. I miss my kids... I miss my bed," he explained. "I want to be here. Every Saturday. And every other day. I want to be here for bedtime, for breakfast. Sick days, snow days..." he trailed off. Amelia was fighting tears as she realized what he was saying, and realized she had been holding her breath only when she had to breathe.
"Here-here?" she asked.
Josh nodded and ran a thumb along her cheek. "I'll have to go in a few times a week, but, yeah. Here-her-" His words were interrupted when Amelia kissed him. He smiled and pulled her close, cinnamon rolls forgotten.
Mumbling against her lips, Josh commented: "We can have nooners.. three pmers.. start working on number three." Amelia laughed and pulled back, shaking her head. Two were enough work, right now.
As the realization hit that their two children were being awfully quiet for that time of the morning, Josh and Amelia's one-year-old son, Ben, came into the kitchen. Amelia's eyes went wide as she saw the boy, dressed in one of his sister's sparkly princess dresses, face painted with all colors of makeup that she knew didn't come from their four-year-old's dress up box.
"Morgan," she breathed. Josh turned to see what had caused the look on Amelia's face, and his own eyes went wide as Ben gave them a bright smile and giggled as he wobbled toward Mommy and Daddy.
Without knowing exactly what their daughter was currently up to, Amelia stepped around Ben and pointed for Josh to watch him. "You look beautiful, baby," she told the boy, and added some speed to her step and she rushed toward the bedrooms.
"Morgan Rose!" she called out as she reached the end of the hall. Sticking her head into the doorway of Morgan's bedroom, Amelia saw no sight of the girl. There was a thump from the other side of the hall, and Amelia turned toward her own bedroom. The bathroom door was open, but she could see movement through the gap.
Stepping into the doorway, Amelia could see Morgan through the mirror, trying to curl further into the corner. "Morgan," she said simply, in the tone the four-year-old knew preceded a time out. A glance toward the sink showed Amelia the open drawer where she kept her makeup, and Morgan's step-stool for brushing her teeth and using the potty.
"Morgan, come out from behind the door." She watched the mirror, arms crossed, as Morgan turned, dressed up and makeup on her face, as well. Morgan didn't look in the mirror, though, and came around the door with her lower lip to the floor.
As soon as Morgan looked up - and then immediately back down, seeing the look on her mother's face - Amelia knelt down and uncrossed her arms. Waving a finger, Amelia ordered Morgan closer. "Are you supposed to be playing in here?"
"No," Morgan replied, shaking her whole body, instead of just her head.
"Are you allowed to touch Mommy's makeup?"
"No," Morgan replied again, swaying again.
Amelia leaned and pulled Morgan closer. "Why did you?"
The four-year-old looked up at her mother, wide-eyed. Quietly, Morgan replied: "To be pitty for Daddy." Amelia sighed; she couldn't really argue with that face, or that logic.
"You're always pretty, Morgy," Amelia heard, and turned with Morgan to see Josh and Ben. Josh knelt down next to his wife and let Ben wobble to Amelia, who shifted her weight and sat down on the floor. Ben shrieked happily as Amelia pulled him into her lap, and Josh waved for Morgan to come to him.
"Don't ever do this to your brother again," Josh instructed, and then kissed Morgan's made-up cheek.
Amelia smoothed the skirt of Ben's dress and raised an eyebrow at her husband. "So... you really want to work from home?"
Josh looked at his two makeup-caked kids and smiled. "Absolutely."