Men are like a deck of cards.
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
"Da! Da!” Bridget toddled over to her father as quick as her little legs would carry her, a book clutched in her hands.She hadn’t quite mastered the ability to run at full tilt yet, for which Justin was ever grateful for. He was sure the moment his daughter realized that she could run, he’d never get a chance to sit down. "Book!”
Laughing, the man put the folder he had been reviewing aside, pulling the toddler into his lap. “And what shall we read, Bumblebee?” Justin peered down to the book in her hands, gingerly taking it from her and flipping the brightly illustrated cover. "Les Trois Petit Cochon?”
The child nodded excitedly, poking at the illustrations. "Book!"
Ernie Apparated in moments later, a large stuffed bumblebee - a gift for his goddaughter - dangling from his hand. The low hum of Justin’s voice mingled with the sound of baby laughter was clear and he followed it to the living room. “Are you boring her to death with books already?” he asked, leaning against the wall.
"Yes, I’ve already trained her to bring the book to me,” Justin said dryly as he helped Bridget wiggle down to the floor.
Ecstatic that there was a new person to shower affection on her, Bridget hurried over to the dark haired man. "Ern! Ern! Bee!”
"Bridget!” He crouched and held his arms out for her, catching her as she toddled over. "How’s my favorite little girl today?”
Ernie didn’t think she’d seen the toy yet, which meant he had a chance at a response, albeit in garbled toddler speak before he showed her and became the cool uncle again for a while. The only thing better than being the cool brother was being the cool uncle.
Silently, Kandy popped in, placing two steaming cups on the nearby coffee table. A cup of coffee for Ernie and tea for Justin, prepared to their taste. Justin smiled quietly and picked up the mug Hannah had sent him for father’s day, sipping. "Dare I ask when you’re getting one of your own, Ern? Hannah and I already have ours, you’re falling behind.”
"When I get tired of having my wife all to myself all the time, maybe?” he returned, touching his finger to the tip of Bridget’s nose. She was a beautiful little girl, and he did want one of his own. Just not that very moment.
Justin snorted. "Well you can’t keep stealing ours. Or mine, considering Hannah’s fiercer than a dragon guarding it’s eggs when it comes to Robbie.” He didn’t mind so much, he liked seeing Bridget happy.
He crossed the room to sit, setting Bridget on his knee as he did. "I don’t steal, I just borrow for a while.” Better than stealing, since he got to give her back when she started to get unhappy or hopped up on sugar - which, while not a regular occurrence, happened every once in a while.
Justin passed over Ernie’s cup of coffee, keeping an eye on Bridget as she babbled at the stuffed bee her godfather had brought. "So how is Lisa?” He hadn’t seen much of anyone other than his foreign counterparts over the last couple weeks. Now that it was the new year, their case was heating up. They should be able to close it within the next few months.
"She’s okay. Busy with work, but we make time.” It was all part of marriage, definitely not one of the fun parts, but part of it. He never imagined that being married would be so much work. The sex was worth it, and he loved her, but he didn’t always like the working at it part.
"Work.” Justin nodded and let the word hang in the air, a comfortable silence filling the room. They didn’t need to fill up the room with chatter. That’s what they usually had Hannah for. "It’s a B-I-T-C-H.” Bridget was at the age where she was starting to repeat everything she heard... and not all of it was worth repeating. Justin was also going to dread the day she learned how to spell.
"Speaking of, how is yours going?” They worked on different levels, but had tried to make time to see each other once in a while, usually lunch. But Justin had been working on something big and Ernie didn’t want to distract.
"Long, tedious at times, and fraught with politics.” Even if all the agencies were all working towards a common goal, nobody wanted their toes stepped in. "Though I am practicing my French, German, and Russian. I’m even picking up bits of Italian here and there.” Justin found that if he could at least make an effort when it came to meeting someone in their own language he or she was willing to be much more flexible.
"That sounds really boring. No offense.” He reclined against the back of the sofa and brought Bridget close for a quick snuggle. "But I thought you enjoyed the nit-picky political side of things?”
Justin reached out to stroke his daughter’s fair hair. "Can’t tell you the juicy bits. Classified.” He fell silent again. "But I do. Enjoy it, I mean. Yeah, I could do without the paperwork, but being able to speak with the French and Swiss liaisons is worth it.” Both were married of course, not that Justin was looking, but they were charming and had a quick wit.
"Are they hot?” Ernie asked, leering. They were French and Swiss, so they’d have to be, and a bird would do Justin a world of good. But he supposed that plotting to get his friend laid would count as a distraction.
Smirking, Justin made an obvious look at Ernie’s wedding ring. "Wouldn’t you like to know?”
"Married, not dead.”
Summary: Ernie and Justin catch up.
"Da! Da!” Bridget toddled over to her father as quick as her little legs would carry her, a book clutched in her hands.She hadn’t quite mastered the ability to run at full tilt yet, for which Justin was ever grateful for. He was sure the moment his daughter realized that she could run, he’d never get a chance to sit down. "Book!”
Laughing, the man put the folder he had been reviewing aside, pulling the toddler into his lap. “And what shall we read, Bumblebee?” Justin peered down to the book in her hands, gingerly taking it from her and flipping the brightly illustrated cover. "Les Trois Petit Cochon?”
The child nodded excitedly, poking at the illustrations. "Book!"
Ernie Apparated in moments later, a large stuffed bumblebee - a gift for his goddaughter - dangling from his hand. The low hum of Justin’s voice mingled with the sound of baby laughter was clear and he followed it to the living room. “Are you boring her to death with books already?” he asked, leaning against the wall.
"Yes, I’ve already trained her to bring the book to me,” Justin said dryly as he helped Bridget wiggle down to the floor.
Ecstatic that there was a new person to shower affection on her, Bridget hurried over to the dark haired man. "Ern! Ern! Bee!”
"Bridget!” He crouched and held his arms out for her, catching her as she toddled over. "How’s my favorite little girl today?”
Ernie didn’t think she’d seen the toy yet, which meant he had a chance at a response, albeit in garbled toddler speak before he showed her and became the cool uncle again for a while. The only thing better than being the cool brother was being the cool uncle.
Silently, Kandy popped in, placing two steaming cups on the nearby coffee table. A cup of coffee for Ernie and tea for Justin, prepared to their taste. Justin smiled quietly and picked up the mug Hannah had sent him for father’s day, sipping. "Dare I ask when you’re getting one of your own, Ern? Hannah and I already have ours, you’re falling behind.”
"When I get tired of having my wife all to myself all the time, maybe?” he returned, touching his finger to the tip of Bridget’s nose. She was a beautiful little girl, and he did want one of his own. Just not that very moment.
Justin snorted. "Well you can’t keep stealing ours. Or mine, considering Hannah’s fiercer than a dragon guarding it’s eggs when it comes to Robbie.” He didn’t mind so much, he liked seeing Bridget happy.
He crossed the room to sit, setting Bridget on his knee as he did. "I don’t steal, I just borrow for a while.” Better than stealing, since he got to give her back when she started to get unhappy or hopped up on sugar - which, while not a regular occurrence, happened every once in a while.
Justin passed over Ernie’s cup of coffee, keeping an eye on Bridget as she babbled at the stuffed bee her godfather had brought. "So how is Lisa?” He hadn’t seen much of anyone other than his foreign counterparts over the last couple weeks. Now that it was the new year, their case was heating up. They should be able to close it within the next few months.
"She’s okay. Busy with work, but we make time.” It was all part of marriage, definitely not one of the fun parts, but part of it. He never imagined that being married would be so much work. The sex was worth it, and he loved her, but he didn’t always like the working at it part.
"Work.” Justin nodded and let the word hang in the air, a comfortable silence filling the room. They didn’t need to fill up the room with chatter. That’s what they usually had Hannah for. "It’s a B-I-T-C-H.” Bridget was at the age where she was starting to repeat everything she heard... and not all of it was worth repeating. Justin was also going to dread the day she learned how to spell.
"Speaking of, how is yours going?” They worked on different levels, but had tried to make time to see each other once in a while, usually lunch. But Justin had been working on something big and Ernie didn’t want to distract.
"Long, tedious at times, and fraught with politics.” Even if all the agencies were all working towards a common goal, nobody wanted their toes stepped in. "Though I am practicing my French, German, and Russian. I’m even picking up bits of Italian here and there.” Justin found that if he could at least make an effort when it came to meeting someone in their own language he or she was willing to be much more flexible.
"That sounds really boring. No offense.” He reclined against the back of the sofa and brought Bridget close for a quick snuggle. "But I thought you enjoyed the nit-picky political side of things?”
Justin reached out to stroke his daughter’s fair hair. "Can’t tell you the juicy bits. Classified.” He fell silent again. "But I do. Enjoy it, I mean. Yeah, I could do without the paperwork, but being able to speak with the French and Swiss liaisons is worth it.” Both were married of course, not that Justin was looking, but they were charming and had a quick wit.
"Are they hot?” Ernie asked, leering. They were French and Swiss, so they’d have to be, and a bird would do Justin a world of good. But he supposed that plotting to get his friend laid would count as a distraction.
Smirking, Justin made an obvious look at Ernie’s wedding ring. "Wouldn’t you like to know?”
"Married, not dead.”
Summary: Ernie and Justin catch up.