Pickle 12, FOTD (true) & Rhubarb 2
Author: Casey
Story: Nothing is Ever Easy universe, Pre-NIEE
Challenges: Pickle 12 (in a family way - My Treat: Sorin and Diana), FOTD (true), Rhubarb 2 (how do I love thee? let me count the ways)
Toppings & Extras: Chopped Nuts (Triple D)
Word Count: 472
Rating: PG
Summary: Diana has a point, but Sorin sidetracks her, as usual.
Notes: This is Triple D only because it’s the only modern ‘verse where she survives. Fluff warning! Takes place in early 1997. True: (Especially in carpentry) to make even, symmetrical, level, etc.
Diana stepped into the garage and watched her husband fondly as Sorin banged away at what would end up being their child’s crib. She put her hand on her expanded stomach and eyed the wooden pieces skeptically. “You know we’ve got only a little more than a month left before our child is due, right?” she asked after a moment.
Sorin looked up and smiled, twirling the screwdriver absently. “It’ll be done in time. Come hold this.”
She was impressed that he’d even noticed her appearance, since he’d seemed so engrossed, but she suspected it was the CIA training. Diana joined him and put her hands where he showed her, holding it level as he tossed the screwdriver into his tool bag and snagged his drill. “I’m going to trust you on that, husband of mine.”
He snuck a quick kiss on her cheek. “If not, we’ll go out and buy one before he moves from the bassinet to the crib. I’ll pay.”
“You do realize you’ll be paying for everything once the baby comes, right?”
“Do you realize I’ve already started since you quit last week?” he shot back with a grin.
“Details, Mister,” she said and straightened with a grimace, hand going to her back.
Without prompting, Sorin set down the drill and moved over, hands beginning to massage the back of her neck. “Sorry, I forgot how hard bending over is.”
Diana sighed in happiness. “It’s worth it for the back rub.”
He now snuck his hands around to rest on her large belly in time to feel the baby kick. She could feel his grin. “Can’t we just fast forward a month?” he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“Our niece is coming to stay for two weeks tomorrow. You can get your small child fix from her.”
“Oh, that’s right. Good, she can help me finish the crib.”
“Because I’m completely sure that’s what a new three-year-old wants,” she said, laughter in her voice. “I want to see you trust Sage with a hammer, from a nice long distance. Maybe through a telephoto lens.”
He kissed her on the neck. “If this is our last quiet night for two weeks, I suggest a vat of popcorn and some Indiana Jones.”
“Raiders.”
“Aw, I was hoping for Last Crusade. He chose poorly," he quoted in a bad imitation of the grail knight.
Diana laughed. “I’m the uncomfortable pregnant one. I get to see Marian kick ass.”
He grinned, letting go. “I’ll go get the video set up if you pop the popcorn. This way, you don’t have to bend over to get to the microwave.”
“You’re so thoughtful,” she said, glancing at the crib in a bit of concern but she knew her husband would get it done in time. He was like that. For now, she agreed. Quiet night before their boisterious niece came to stay.
Story: Nothing is Ever Easy universe, Pre-NIEE
Challenges: Pickle 12 (in a family way - My Treat: Sorin and Diana), FOTD (true), Rhubarb 2 (how do I love thee? let me count the ways)
Toppings & Extras: Chopped Nuts (Triple D)
Word Count: 472
Rating: PG
Summary: Diana has a point, but Sorin sidetracks her, as usual.
Notes: This is Triple D only because it’s the only modern ‘verse where she survives. Fluff warning! Takes place in early 1997. True: (Especially in carpentry) to make even, symmetrical, level, etc.
Diana stepped into the garage and watched her husband fondly as Sorin banged away at what would end up being their child’s crib. She put her hand on her expanded stomach and eyed the wooden pieces skeptically. “You know we’ve got only a little more than a month left before our child is due, right?” she asked after a moment.
Sorin looked up and smiled, twirling the screwdriver absently. “It’ll be done in time. Come hold this.”
She was impressed that he’d even noticed her appearance, since he’d seemed so engrossed, but she suspected it was the CIA training. Diana joined him and put her hands where he showed her, holding it level as he tossed the screwdriver into his tool bag and snagged his drill. “I’m going to trust you on that, husband of mine.”
He snuck a quick kiss on her cheek. “If not, we’ll go out and buy one before he moves from the bassinet to the crib. I’ll pay.”
“You do realize you’ll be paying for everything once the baby comes, right?”
“Do you realize I’ve already started since you quit last week?” he shot back with a grin.
“Details, Mister,” she said and straightened with a grimace, hand going to her back.
Without prompting, Sorin set down the drill and moved over, hands beginning to massage the back of her neck. “Sorry, I forgot how hard bending over is.”
Diana sighed in happiness. “It’s worth it for the back rub.”
He now snuck his hands around to rest on her large belly in time to feel the baby kick. She could feel his grin. “Can’t we just fast forward a month?” he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“Our niece is coming to stay for two weeks tomorrow. You can get your small child fix from her.”
“Oh, that’s right. Good, she can help me finish the crib.”
“Because I’m completely sure that’s what a new three-year-old wants,” she said, laughter in her voice. “I want to see you trust Sage with a hammer, from a nice long distance. Maybe through a telephoto lens.”
He kissed her on the neck. “If this is our last quiet night for two weeks, I suggest a vat of popcorn and some Indiana Jones.”
“Raiders.”
“Aw, I was hoping for Last Crusade. He chose poorly," he quoted in a bad imitation of the grail knight.
Diana laughed. “I’m the uncomfortable pregnant one. I get to see Marian kick ass.”
He grinned, letting go. “I’ll go get the video set up if you pop the popcorn. This way, you don’t have to bend over to get to the microwave.”
“You’re so thoughtful,” she said, glancing at the crib in a bit of concern but she knew her husband would get it done in time. He was like that. For now, she agreed. Quiet night before their boisterious niece came to stay.