Marshmallow, Bunny Tracks
Author: Indie
Challenge: MArshmallow #6 (stroller), Bunny Tracks #10 (stroller)
Rating: G
Story: Nolan/Rylie
Notes: I know I'm getting behind, but school started and my computer is have a spazzy-charger problem. >___< Anyways, just finishing off MARSHMALLOW so I can pick a new flavor for the winter games. :) LAST MARSHMALLOW WHOO.
She just kept staring.
“Earth to Rylie,” Delia said, bumping her shoulder with her own.
“Sorry,” Rylie said, shaking her head. “I got lost for a second.”
“I know,” Delia smirked, “if you were only a little fatter, you wouldn’t have looked like a potential kidnapper. Come on, let’s go find Zee and Nolan.”
Rylie threw another wistful look at the woman fluttering around her stroller, but let Delia tug her off the park bench. Rylie, with her now constant nausea had declined to ride any of the rides, but tried to get Nolan to go on most of them with Zia.
“Are you thinking about baby shopping?” Delia said ‘baby shopping’ the same way she said ‘cotton candy’ and ‘short skirts’ and ‘diamonds’: like it was a good thing, like the only downside was having to brush your teeth later or have cold legs.
“No,” Rylie scowled, eyes scanning the kaleidoscope view of the fair they had from their vantage point for a blond and a brunette, “I’m just thinking. What if it comes out a mutant? Or what if it’s a jerk?” She wasn’t sure how early you could tell these things, but it seemed like a reasonable fear.
“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Delia murmured, grabbing her hand when she caught sight of Nolan’s hair, flashing almost gold under the fairy-lights, “these things aren’t genetic.”
Rylie’s frown deepened. “Brat.”
“And Nolan will love it anyways,” she said, quietly, as he approached them, practically dragging a green-tinted Zia.
For a second, Rylie hated Delia for saying that. Nolan wasn’t going to have anything to do with her unborn.
She felt her doubts ball up in her chest, looking at his trusting face, flushed and excited.
He dove for her.
“I missed you!” he said against her neck, picking her up and twirling her.
“I just buckled you into that ride,” she muttered darkly. “Also, I might throw up on you.”
Nolan put her down, but stole her hand. Rylie felt like a child, passed from hand to hand, looking both ways before she crossed the street, staying off of even low-impact rides.
“Alright, Rylie. We’re going on the Ferris Wheel. And if you throw up on the bystanders below, we’ll just have to pay them off later,” he winked.
Rylie groaned, and, as if on cue, Delia and Zee seemed to make themselves scarce. “My life,” she groaned.
Nolan pretended he didn’t hear her, and grinning ear to ear, led her to the Ferris Wheel.
Challenge: MArshmallow #6 (stroller), Bunny Tracks #10 (stroller)
Rating: G
Story: Nolan/Rylie
Notes: I know I'm getting behind, but school started and my computer is have a spazzy-charger problem. >___< Anyways, just finishing off MARSHMALLOW so I can pick a new flavor for the winter games. :) LAST MARSHMALLOW WHOO.
She just kept staring.
“Earth to Rylie,” Delia said, bumping her shoulder with her own.
“Sorry,” Rylie said, shaking her head. “I got lost for a second.”
“I know,” Delia smirked, “if you were only a little fatter, you wouldn’t have looked like a potential kidnapper. Come on, let’s go find Zee and Nolan.”
Rylie threw another wistful look at the woman fluttering around her stroller, but let Delia tug her off the park bench. Rylie, with her now constant nausea had declined to ride any of the rides, but tried to get Nolan to go on most of them with Zia.
“Are you thinking about baby shopping?” Delia said ‘baby shopping’ the same way she said ‘cotton candy’ and ‘short skirts’ and ‘diamonds’: like it was a good thing, like the only downside was having to brush your teeth later or have cold legs.
“No,” Rylie scowled, eyes scanning the kaleidoscope view of the fair they had from their vantage point for a blond and a brunette, “I’m just thinking. What if it comes out a mutant? Or what if it’s a jerk?” She wasn’t sure how early you could tell these things, but it seemed like a reasonable fear.
“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Delia murmured, grabbing her hand when she caught sight of Nolan’s hair, flashing almost gold under the fairy-lights, “these things aren’t genetic.”
Rylie’s frown deepened. “Brat.”
“And Nolan will love it anyways,” she said, quietly, as he approached them, practically dragging a green-tinted Zia.
For a second, Rylie hated Delia for saying that. Nolan wasn’t going to have anything to do with her unborn.
She felt her doubts ball up in her chest, looking at his trusting face, flushed and excited.
He dove for her.
“I missed you!” he said against her neck, picking her up and twirling her.
“I just buckled you into that ride,” she muttered darkly. “Also, I might throw up on you.”
Nolan put her down, but stole her hand. Rylie felt like a child, passed from hand to hand, looking both ways before she crossed the street, staying off of even low-impact rides.
“Alright, Rylie. We’re going on the Ferris Wheel. And if you throw up on the bystanders below, we’ll just have to pay them off later,” he winked.
Rylie groaned, and, as if on cue, Delia and Zee seemed to make themselves scarce. “My life,” she groaned.
Nolan pretended he didn’t hear her, and grinning ear to ear, led her to the Ferris Wheel.