Gingerbread #30, Pistachio 7/2 Carob #17/16 + whipped cream + pocky
Story: Blaze Mafia Family
Title: Our Future Leader
Prompts: Pistachio #7: bath, Carob #17: contrariness + whipped cream + pocky
Rating: PG
Characters: Firebird Blaze, Atlas Blaze, Papa B Blaze, Paloma Blaze
Summary: This is completely silly. Firebird’s eighteen months here. And yes, it has taken me four months to bring in Firebird’s mother, Paloma. I’m still on the fence as to how much I should focus on her but I think it’s time she at least got a line. XD
“Firebird Blaze! Get your little tush back in this bath right now!”
Papa B shook his head. “Should have given the kid a middle name. Paloma doesn’t sound nearly mean enough without it.”
Atlas looked up to the second story balustrade just in time to see his eighteen month old daughter streak down the hallway, shrieking with laughter and bare as the day she was born.
He tipped his glass up to her. “The future of our family.”
Story: Blaze Mafia Family
Title: First Day
Prompts: Gingerbread #30: true love’s kiss, Pistachio #2: arrival/departure, Carob #16: heartache + whipped cream
Rating: PG
Characters: Firebird Blaze, Atlas Blaze, Paloma Blaze, Ms. Spring
Summary: Firebird’s first day of kindergarten. It’s a traumatic experience for everyone.
Atlas knew one thing for sure, and that was that he did not want his baby associating with the boy eating paste in the corner. “This isn’t a good idea,” he said for the fifth time since they’d walked into the elementary school.
His wife rolled her eyes but Atlas could tell from her posture that she wasn’t too sure about paste-boy either. “You don’t know that.”
Paloma had been the one that insisted Firebird go to a real school instead of getting tutors so their daughter could have the experience. Atlas didn’t think there was anything so great about the school experience but Paloma had been adamant. Of course, that didn’t mean she was any less worried now that the parting moment was upon them. But Paloma was nothing if not stubborn, so she swallowed her fears, crouched down on her high heels, and fussed with Firebird’s hair one last time. “Okay, baby. Are you ready?”
Firebird shook her head and gripped her father’s hand harder, making Atlas send a desperate look at his wife. Firebird didn’t want to go. She shouldn’t have to go if she didn’t want to. That seemed fair.
“Yes you are,” Paloma said. “Now remember Firebird, you’re not the boss here. You have to do what the teacher says and you can’t order the other kids around.”
Firebird looked around the classroom again and pouted. “I don’t like them.”
Paloma tweaked her nose. “You don’t know that. Just be nice and you’ll make lots of friends.”
“I don’t want lots of friends. I want to go home.”
“Not yet, baby. Daddy will be here to pick you up after school’s over.”
“Hello,” A perky petite woman with a brightly colored nametag on her sweater. “I’m Ms. Spring, the kindergarten teacher. You must be the Blazes.”
There was a short silence while Atlas decided that he didn’t like this woman. She smiled too much. She looked like a bimbo. He couldn’t leave his daughter in the hands of a bimbo. She wasn’t going to take Firebird’s needs seriously.
A performer to the core, Paloma stood up and quickly filled the silence before it got too awkward. She held out her hand. “It’s so wonderful to meet you Ms. Spring. I’m Paloma, my husband, Atlas,” Paloma set her hand on Firebird’s shoulder. “And this is our daughter, Firebird. She’s very excited to start school.”
Firebird looked up at her mother. She opened her mouth to no doubt tell all and sundry that she was not at all excited to start school, but Paloma caught her eyes and gave her a warning look that Firebird knew well. The five year old shut her mouth and transferred her gaze back to the teacher.
Ms. Spring saw the whole scene and smiled understandingly. “The first day can be a little teary for everyone-”
“I’m not going to cry,” Firebird interjected with indignation.
Ms. Spring blinked then bent down and smiled at the little girl. “No, of course not. You’re very brave, aren’t you, Firebird?”
Firebird looked at the woman suspiciously but nodded. “Yes.”
“Then maybe you can help me with something. Some of the other kids are scared about coming to school and they don’t know what to do. If you could be brave and show them the morning routine first, that would help me a lot.”
“What is it?” Firebird asked, warming up to the idea of being first.
“You have to find the cubbie with your name on it and put your backpack and jacket in there then you have to find your seat. Can you find your name?”
Firebird nodded resolutely, then bragged, “I know all my letters and I can write both my names.”
“That’s very good,” Ms. Spring praised. She motioned to the back wall. “There are the cubbies. Thank you for helping.”
The little girl looked up at both her parents, knowing she needed to go help the other kids but not wanting to leave their security just yet. Paloma bent down and kissed her. “I love you. Remember, be nice,” she said. “I want to hear about everything that happens when you get home, okay?”
Firebird nodded then it was Atlas’ turn. He hugged his daughter, kissed her, then hugged her again. “If anybody is mean to you, you tell me their name and I’ll get rid of them for you,” he promised her.
“Atlas!” Paloma gasped then looked at Ms. Spring and laughed, trying to make a joke of it. “He didn’t mean that.”
Atlas stood up and glared a warning at the teacher. “Yes, I did.”
Ms. Spring’s eyes widened but she recovered with an awkward laugh then smiled that perky bimbo smile that Atlas detested. “Firebird will be just fine here. You don’t have to worry about a thing, Mr. and Mrs. Blaze.”
Atlas panicked. He recognized a prompt to leave when he heard it. Oh god, he was going to leave Firebird all alone. Blazes should never be alone. They needed each other. Ms. Spring was just some suburban twit. She wouldn’t know the first thing about what his baby needed. And who was going to protect her from the paste-eater? This was dangerous. She needed him.
“This isn’t a good idea,” he whispered urgently to Paloma as she practically dragged him to the exit and away from his baby.
“How would you know?” she muttered back. “We haven’t even gotten out the door yet! And stop being so mopey. She’s never going to want to come back unless you support this.”
“Daddy!”
Atlas spun back around, ready to take on everything just so he could take his daughter away from this place. Firebird ran back to him and hugged him tightly.
“Don’t forget to come get me, okay?” Firebird asked, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation.
Atlas hugged his daughter again. “Never,” he promised her, kissing her forehead. He pulled away after a moment and dredged up a smile. As always, Paloma was right. Time to put on a brave front, if only for Firebird.
“Don’t look so worried! School is fun. You’ll like it.” Atlas was halfway surprised that the Earth didn’t open up and swallow him right then and there for uttering such blatant lies.
Firebird looked around the classroom again, still not too sure about how much fun could be had in a place like this, but nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Her gaze landed on the boy in the corner and she made a face. “Daddy,” she whispered. “Will Mommy be mad at me if I’m not nice to that boy? He doesn’t even know you’re not supposed to eat glue.”
“You just stay away from him,” Atlas whispered back. “I’ll take care of Mommy.”
Title: Our Future Leader
Prompts: Pistachio #7: bath, Carob #17: contrariness + whipped cream + pocky
Rating: PG
Characters: Firebird Blaze, Atlas Blaze, Papa B Blaze, Paloma Blaze
Summary: This is completely silly. Firebird’s eighteen months here. And yes, it has taken me four months to bring in Firebird’s mother, Paloma. I’m still on the fence as to how much I should focus on her but I think it’s time she at least got a line. XD
“Firebird Blaze! Get your little tush back in this bath right now!”
Papa B shook his head. “Should have given the kid a middle name. Paloma doesn’t sound nearly mean enough without it.”
Atlas looked up to the second story balustrade just in time to see his eighteen month old daughter streak down the hallway, shrieking with laughter and bare as the day she was born.
He tipped his glass up to her. “The future of our family.”
Story: Blaze Mafia Family
Title: First Day
Prompts: Gingerbread #30: true love’s kiss, Pistachio #2: arrival/departure, Carob #16: heartache + whipped cream
Rating: PG
Characters: Firebird Blaze, Atlas Blaze, Paloma Blaze, Ms. Spring
Summary: Firebird’s first day of kindergarten. It’s a traumatic experience for everyone.
Atlas knew one thing for sure, and that was that he did not want his baby associating with the boy eating paste in the corner. “This isn’t a good idea,” he said for the fifth time since they’d walked into the elementary school.
His wife rolled her eyes but Atlas could tell from her posture that she wasn’t too sure about paste-boy either. “You don’t know that.”
Paloma had been the one that insisted Firebird go to a real school instead of getting tutors so their daughter could have the experience. Atlas didn’t think there was anything so great about the school experience but Paloma had been adamant. Of course, that didn’t mean she was any less worried now that the parting moment was upon them. But Paloma was nothing if not stubborn, so she swallowed her fears, crouched down on her high heels, and fussed with Firebird’s hair one last time. “Okay, baby. Are you ready?”
Firebird shook her head and gripped her father’s hand harder, making Atlas send a desperate look at his wife. Firebird didn’t want to go. She shouldn’t have to go if she didn’t want to. That seemed fair.
“Yes you are,” Paloma said. “Now remember Firebird, you’re not the boss here. You have to do what the teacher says and you can’t order the other kids around.”
Firebird looked around the classroom again and pouted. “I don’t like them.”
Paloma tweaked her nose. “You don’t know that. Just be nice and you’ll make lots of friends.”
“I don’t want lots of friends. I want to go home.”
“Not yet, baby. Daddy will be here to pick you up after school’s over.”
“Hello,” A perky petite woman with a brightly colored nametag on her sweater. “I’m Ms. Spring, the kindergarten teacher. You must be the Blazes.”
There was a short silence while Atlas decided that he didn’t like this woman. She smiled too much. She looked like a bimbo. He couldn’t leave his daughter in the hands of a bimbo. She wasn’t going to take Firebird’s needs seriously.
A performer to the core, Paloma stood up and quickly filled the silence before it got too awkward. She held out her hand. “It’s so wonderful to meet you Ms. Spring. I’m Paloma, my husband, Atlas,” Paloma set her hand on Firebird’s shoulder. “And this is our daughter, Firebird. She’s very excited to start school.”
Firebird looked up at her mother. She opened her mouth to no doubt tell all and sundry that she was not at all excited to start school, but Paloma caught her eyes and gave her a warning look that Firebird knew well. The five year old shut her mouth and transferred her gaze back to the teacher.
Ms. Spring saw the whole scene and smiled understandingly. “The first day can be a little teary for everyone-”
“I’m not going to cry,” Firebird interjected with indignation.
Ms. Spring blinked then bent down and smiled at the little girl. “No, of course not. You’re very brave, aren’t you, Firebird?”
Firebird looked at the woman suspiciously but nodded. “Yes.”
“Then maybe you can help me with something. Some of the other kids are scared about coming to school and they don’t know what to do. If you could be brave and show them the morning routine first, that would help me a lot.”
“What is it?” Firebird asked, warming up to the idea of being first.
“You have to find the cubbie with your name on it and put your backpack and jacket in there then you have to find your seat. Can you find your name?”
Firebird nodded resolutely, then bragged, “I know all my letters and I can write both my names.”
“That’s very good,” Ms. Spring praised. She motioned to the back wall. “There are the cubbies. Thank you for helping.”
The little girl looked up at both her parents, knowing she needed to go help the other kids but not wanting to leave their security just yet. Paloma bent down and kissed her. “I love you. Remember, be nice,” she said. “I want to hear about everything that happens when you get home, okay?”
Firebird nodded then it was Atlas’ turn. He hugged his daughter, kissed her, then hugged her again. “If anybody is mean to you, you tell me their name and I’ll get rid of them for you,” he promised her.
“Atlas!” Paloma gasped then looked at Ms. Spring and laughed, trying to make a joke of it. “He didn’t mean that.”
Atlas stood up and glared a warning at the teacher. “Yes, I did.”
Ms. Spring’s eyes widened but she recovered with an awkward laugh then smiled that perky bimbo smile that Atlas detested. “Firebird will be just fine here. You don’t have to worry about a thing, Mr. and Mrs. Blaze.”
Atlas panicked. He recognized a prompt to leave when he heard it. Oh god, he was going to leave Firebird all alone. Blazes should never be alone. They needed each other. Ms. Spring was just some suburban twit. She wouldn’t know the first thing about what his baby needed. And who was going to protect her from the paste-eater? This was dangerous. She needed him.
“This isn’t a good idea,” he whispered urgently to Paloma as she practically dragged him to the exit and away from his baby.
“How would you know?” she muttered back. “We haven’t even gotten out the door yet! And stop being so mopey. She’s never going to want to come back unless you support this.”
“Daddy!”
Atlas spun back around, ready to take on everything just so he could take his daughter away from this place. Firebird ran back to him and hugged him tightly.
“Don’t forget to come get me, okay?” Firebird asked, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation.
Atlas hugged his daughter again. “Never,” he promised her, kissing her forehead. He pulled away after a moment and dredged up a smile. As always, Paloma was right. Time to put on a brave front, if only for Firebird.
“Don’t look so worried! School is fun. You’ll like it.” Atlas was halfway surprised that the Earth didn’t open up and swallow him right then and there for uttering such blatant lies.
Firebird looked around the classroom again, still not too sure about how much fun could be had in a place like this, but nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Her gaze landed on the boy in the corner and she made a face. “Daddy,” she whispered. “Will Mommy be mad at me if I’m not nice to that boy? He doesn’t even know you’re not supposed to eat glue.”
“You just stay away from him,” Atlas whispered back. “I’ll take care of Mommy.”