Through the Cracks. [1/1]
Title :: Through the Cracks.
Fandom :: Hockey.
Pairing :: Danny Briere/Claude Giroux.
Rating :: G.
Summary :: But he loves these little moments with Claude too.
Warnings :: Ridiculous, teeth rotting amounts of fluff.
Word Count :: 345.
Notes :: Done for a meme on juliella. Requested by emeh.
I fell right through the cracks
and now I'm trying to get back.
[I'm Yours; Jason Mraz.]
Danny loves his kids, he honestly does; this isn't ever something that can be called into question. But he loves these little moments with Claude too, when the boys are upstairs, occupied by means of their own for once, and they're just sitting at the table together, eating Claude's homemade macaroni and cheese that always manages to be so much better than his own even though Danny's never been able to figure out why.
They're not talking, really, just little snippets of conversation that intersect the clinking of metal spoons against hard melamine bowls that Danny bought just so that when the boys drop them they don't shatter all over the tile. Claude's hand is resting on top of Danny's though, their arms stretched across the table and their fingers curled together, Claude's thumb stroking along his knuckle absently, and that's not something they can do when the boys are around, as much as Danny would like for it to be that way, even though just the thought causes a hot spike of something to shoot through him.
"Claude!"
Caelan's pleading call, combined with the soft pitter-patter of preteen boy feet tromping down the stairs, causes Danny and Claude to fly apart as if they were struck by lightning, and Claude almost falls out of his chair.
When Danny's eldest son gets to the doorway of the kitchen and spots them, he cocks an eyebrow in a manner so like his dad that Claude almost laughs. Instead, he just blinks innocently at Caelan, who is obviously not fooled, although he doesn't say anything, just shifts his weight and asks, "Can you help me with my math homework?" because they all know that Danny isn't a mathematician, and Danny might be offended if he knew it wasn't true.
Claude catches Danny's eye, who tilts his head slightly, a silent signal for 'go ahead, I'll clean up here,' and Claude smiles gently before turning to Caelan, standing from the kitchen table with a screeching of chair feet against tile.
"Sure thing, bud. What're you working on today?"
Fandom :: Hockey.
Pairing :: Danny Briere/Claude Giroux.
Rating :: G.
Summary :: But he loves these little moments with Claude too.
Warnings :: Ridiculous, teeth rotting amounts of fluff.
Word Count :: 345.
Notes :: Done for a meme on juliella. Requested by emeh.
I fell right through the cracks
and now I'm trying to get back.
[I'm Yours; Jason Mraz.]
Danny loves his kids, he honestly does; this isn't ever something that can be called into question. But he loves these little moments with Claude too, when the boys are upstairs, occupied by means of their own for once, and they're just sitting at the table together, eating Claude's homemade macaroni and cheese that always manages to be so much better than his own even though Danny's never been able to figure out why.
They're not talking, really, just little snippets of conversation that intersect the clinking of metal spoons against hard melamine bowls that Danny bought just so that when the boys drop them they don't shatter all over the tile. Claude's hand is resting on top of Danny's though, their arms stretched across the table and their fingers curled together, Claude's thumb stroking along his knuckle absently, and that's not something they can do when the boys are around, as much as Danny would like for it to be that way, even though just the thought causes a hot spike of something to shoot through him.
"Claude!"
Caelan's pleading call, combined with the soft pitter-patter of preteen boy feet tromping down the stairs, causes Danny and Claude to fly apart as if they were struck by lightning, and Claude almost falls out of his chair.
When Danny's eldest son gets to the doorway of the kitchen and spots them, he cocks an eyebrow in a manner so like his dad that Claude almost laughs. Instead, he just blinks innocently at Caelan, who is obviously not fooled, although he doesn't say anything, just shifts his weight and asks, "Can you help me with my math homework?" because they all know that Danny isn't a mathematician, and Danny might be offended if he knew it wasn't true.
Claude catches Danny's eye, who tilts his head slightly, a silent signal for 'go ahead, I'll clean up here,' and Claude smiles gently before turning to Caelan, standing from the kitchen table with a screeching of chair feet against tile.
"Sure thing, bud. What're you working on today?"