[fic]
HOT OFF THE PRESS. Bay orderly duty is boring when you're in one of the cleanest dorms on base.
Title: Misconstrued
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Sarah, Will, Annabelle, and one highly offended preschool teacher.
Genre: Humor
“I have two daddies and a mommy,” Annabelle responded proudly at the news of her preschool teacher, Mr. Higgs, marrying his long-term boyfriend.
Mr. Higgs knelt down by the adorable little girl, smiling. He’d met poly groups before, but never had he seen any with children involved. “Oh?”
“Uh-huh,” she said, nodding. “Mommy and Daddy ride my other Daddy all the time!”
Mr. Higgs tried to keep his smile from faltering, “I’m sure that’s very nice for them.”
--
After hearing word for word what his little girl has said earlier that morning, Will opened his mouth and out came a strained squeak in the face of the preschool teacher’s glare. Sarah put her head in her hands, a shrill, muffled sound escaping before she burst into full blown laughter.
“I am not one to judge others for their bedroom proclivities, Mrs. Lennox! But this is not funny!” Mr. Higgs face was splotchy and red with rage and horror. “In front of your little girl?! What is wrong with you! And why couldn’t your third partner come along for this?
And you, Mr. Lennox! You’re military, don’t you know how this could endanger your career?! You should be ashamed!”
Will could only wonder if the preschool teacher had ever met enlisted personnel. It was sort of like expecting logic and sanity out of cats.
Sarah lifted her head and took a deep breath, expression calming. Will felt his stomach drop to somewhere below the Earth’s crust; he loved his wife and child. But women were insane. “Oh, don’t worry Mr. Higgs, we use protection-“ “SARAH.” “-We use our seatbelts all the time.”
Mr. Higgs blinked at her, posture changing to one of disbelief. “Pardon?”
His wife’s hand touched his under the table, tracing the glyph they’d agreed on that meant ‘roll with it.’
Will coughed into his hand. “Well, I have a habit of addressing my truck as if it were alive- we call him Ironhide- and she’s three, so… Yeah. We’ve told her to run to hi- it, in case of an emergency, because it’s got reinforced armor and bulletproof windows.”
The teacher sat up after a moment, taking a deep breath. “Oh. Oh, that- that is so much better than what I thought it was.”
“You’re okay with our daughter thinking the family truck is alive?” Will blurt out in disbelief.
Mr. Higgs smiled ruefully, scratching at his beard. “Mr. Lennox, I’m a preschool teacher. I deal with over ten children from ages three to four. A living truck? Is actually quite normal.”
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Title: Misconstrued
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Sarah, Will, Annabelle, and one highly offended preschool teacher.
Genre: Humor
“I have two daddies and a mommy,” Annabelle responded proudly at the news of her preschool teacher, Mr. Higgs, marrying his long-term boyfriend.
Mr. Higgs knelt down by the adorable little girl, smiling. He’d met poly groups before, but never had he seen any with children involved. “Oh?”
“Uh-huh,” she said, nodding. “Mommy and Daddy ride my other Daddy all the time!”
Mr. Higgs tried to keep his smile from faltering, “I’m sure that’s very nice for them.”
--
After hearing word for word what his little girl has said earlier that morning, Will opened his mouth and out came a strained squeak in the face of the preschool teacher’s glare. Sarah put her head in her hands, a shrill, muffled sound escaping before she burst into full blown laughter.
“I am not one to judge others for their bedroom proclivities, Mrs. Lennox! But this is not funny!” Mr. Higgs face was splotchy and red with rage and horror. “In front of your little girl?! What is wrong with you! And why couldn’t your third partner come along for this?
And you, Mr. Lennox! You’re military, don’t you know how this could endanger your career?! You should be ashamed!”
Will could only wonder if the preschool teacher had ever met enlisted personnel. It was sort of like expecting logic and sanity out of cats.
Sarah lifted her head and took a deep breath, expression calming. Will felt his stomach drop to somewhere below the Earth’s crust; he loved his wife and child. But women were insane. “Oh, don’t worry Mr. Higgs, we use protection-“ “SARAH.” “-We use our seatbelts all the time.”
Mr. Higgs blinked at her, posture changing to one of disbelief. “Pardon?”
His wife’s hand touched his under the table, tracing the glyph they’d agreed on that meant ‘roll with it.’
Will coughed into his hand. “Well, I have a habit of addressing my truck as if it were alive- we call him Ironhide- and she’s three, so… Yeah. We’ve told her to run to hi- it, in case of an emergency, because it’s got reinforced armor and bulletproof windows.”
The teacher sat up after a moment, taking a deep breath. “Oh. Oh, that- that is so much better than what I thought it was.”
“You’re okay with our daughter thinking the family truck is alive?” Will blurt out in disbelief.
Mr. Higgs smiled ruefully, scratching at his beard. “Mr. Lennox, I’m a preschool teacher. I deal with over ten children from ages three to four. A living truck? Is actually quite normal.”
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