Future!Fic - Lessons. (Sweep, Steph, Meredith)
“Daddy! I’s jus’ like you!” she shouted as she toddled in, her ‘Road to Ruin’ t-shirt swamping her even though it was the smallest they could get. He put down the bottle of milk he was holding and turned round, laughing at the picture she made, one of his drum sticks held tightly in her little hand, the other one on the floor several feet away where she’d dropped it.
“Oh really now, Merry. Shall we put that to the test?” he laughed again as Meredith giggled, nodding furiously, her arms held up to the sky, demanding to be picked up. He swept her of her feet, holding her so that she was facing the floor, making a noise like an aeroplane as they went down into the basement, Meredith’s high pitched laugh echoing through the house and her cries of; “M’roplane, Daddy!”
Sweep nodded, settling them down at his drum kit, positioning themselves so he could play comfortably and also so that she could join in which she always did, the sheer delight on his daughters face much more exhilarating than even playing the drums could ever be. He beat out a slow rhythm on the skins, Meredith squealing a little.
“I tries, Daddy?” she asked, her brunette head moving slightly to the side.
“Of course, be careful though baby.” He watched her adjust the drumstick in her hand, beating over the same drums he had before, slipping up a couple of times but the basics were there. It was amazing really, how his three year old could follow him, maybe she was a natural and would follow in his footsteps? Whatever she was, she was as sharp as anything, just like Victoria had been only a year older than her.
Sweep clapped as she tried again, Meredith grinning up at him with his smile, eyes that were all her own twinkling with glee. “You’ll be selling out all of the Wizarding world in no time, my love!”
“Really Daddy?” she asked, tilting her head once more.
“Of course, and you’ll probably have the ego to match,” Steph’s voice sailed through the room from the door.
“What S’ego, Mummy?”
“Ask your Daddy,” Steph winked and threw Sweep’s t-shirt at him, which he caught deftly. “Hurry up you two, they’ll be here in a minute!”
Sweep pulled on his shirt and blew her a kiss; “Yes, ma’am.”
“What S’ego, Daddy?” Meredith asked, still obviously confused.
“I’ll tell you later, baby,” he ruffled her hair and grinned.
“Oh really now, Merry. Shall we put that to the test?” he laughed again as Meredith giggled, nodding furiously, her arms held up to the sky, demanding to be picked up. He swept her of her feet, holding her so that she was facing the floor, making a noise like an aeroplane as they went down into the basement, Meredith’s high pitched laugh echoing through the house and her cries of; “M’roplane, Daddy!”
Sweep nodded, settling them down at his drum kit, positioning themselves so he could play comfortably and also so that she could join in which she always did, the sheer delight on his daughters face much more exhilarating than even playing the drums could ever be. He beat out a slow rhythm on the skins, Meredith squealing a little.
“I tries, Daddy?” she asked, her brunette head moving slightly to the side.
“Of course, be careful though baby.” He watched her adjust the drumstick in her hand, beating over the same drums he had before, slipping up a couple of times but the basics were there. It was amazing really, how his three year old could follow him, maybe she was a natural and would follow in his footsteps? Whatever she was, she was as sharp as anything, just like Victoria had been only a year older than her.
Sweep clapped as she tried again, Meredith grinning up at him with his smile, eyes that were all her own twinkling with glee. “You’ll be selling out all of the Wizarding world in no time, my love!”
“Really Daddy?” she asked, tilting her head once more.
“Of course, and you’ll probably have the ego to match,” Steph’s voice sailed through the room from the door.
“What S’ego, Mummy?”
“Ask your Daddy,” Steph winked and threw Sweep’s t-shirt at him, which he caught deftly. “Hurry up you two, they’ll be here in a minute!”
Sweep pulled on his shirt and blew her a kiss; “Yes, ma’am.”
“What S’ego, Daddy?” Meredith asked, still obviously confused.
“I’ll tell you later, baby,” he ruffled her hair and grinned.