Myshuno! Prompt #22: "Daddy? How did you and mommy meet?"
Prompt: "Daddy? How did you and mommy meet?" (jens_sims)
Characters: Unnamed man, his unnamed son
Rating: PG
Summary: A conversation between father and son.
Notes: Canon. This is a piece of a future plotline, but I can’t say when or who without spoiling too much.
Word Count: 317
The little boy sat quietly, flipping through the pages of a photo album. It was his parents’ wedding photos, actually, and most of them he’d never seen before. He recognized his Nana and Gramps, though their hair wasn’t grey in the pictures like it was now, and his aunts and uncles and other extended family. There was his Daddy and Mommy, too. In the pictures, they were smiling, but they didn’t really look happy.
“Hey, buddy. What do you have there?”
“Pictures, Daddy.”
“Whoa,” the man said as he saw what pictures they were, “Where did you get those?”
“Nana was looking at them, and then she had to go do something and I kept looking. I don’t see pictures of Mommy often.”
“No, I guess you don’t.”
“Daddy, how did you meet Mommy?”
The man sighed. “We were in college, and we had a few classes together freshman year, which meant we ended up working on a few group projects together.”
“And then you got married after college.”
“We did. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.”
“Did you love Mommy?”
The man hesitated. “I’ll always love your mom. She gave me you, after all.”
“Then why did Mommy go away?”
“I wish I knew. She wasn’t happy, I know that much.”
“Why not?”
“Damned if I know,” the man muttered too softly for his son to hear. “I think…Mommy had a lot of dreams, and things she wanted to do, and she was afraid if she didn’t do them now she’d never get to do them at all. I guess we should have waited a little longer before we got married, but it’s what everyone wanted us to do, and we didn’t know how to say no to them.”
“Do you think Mommy will ever come back?” the boy asked in a small voice.
“I hope so, buddy. I hope so.”
Characters: Unnamed man, his unnamed son
Rating: PG
Summary: A conversation between father and son.
Notes: Canon. This is a piece of a future plotline, but I can’t say when or who without spoiling too much.
Word Count: 317
The little boy sat quietly, flipping through the pages of a photo album. It was his parents’ wedding photos, actually, and most of them he’d never seen before. He recognized his Nana and Gramps, though their hair wasn’t grey in the pictures like it was now, and his aunts and uncles and other extended family. There was his Daddy and Mommy, too. In the pictures, they were smiling, but they didn’t really look happy.
“Hey, buddy. What do you have there?”
“Pictures, Daddy.”
“Whoa,” the man said as he saw what pictures they were, “Where did you get those?”
“Nana was looking at them, and then she had to go do something and I kept looking. I don’t see pictures of Mommy often.”
“No, I guess you don’t.”
“Daddy, how did you meet Mommy?”
The man sighed. “We were in college, and we had a few classes together freshman year, which meant we ended up working on a few group projects together.”
“And then you got married after college.”
“We did. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.”
“Did you love Mommy?”
The man hesitated. “I’ll always love your mom. She gave me you, after all.”
“Then why did Mommy go away?”
“I wish I knew. She wasn’t happy, I know that much.”
“Why not?”
“Damned if I know,” the man muttered too softly for his son to hear. “I think…Mommy had a lot of dreams, and things she wanted to do, and she was afraid if she didn’t do them now she’d never get to do them at all. I guess we should have waited a little longer before we got married, but it’s what everyone wanted us to do, and we didn’t know how to say no to them.”
“Do you think Mommy will ever come back?” the boy asked in a small voice.
“I hope so, buddy. I hope so.”