[Fic] and all the stars shone brighter
Title: and all the stars shone brighter
Characters: Wu Ao-Shi, Orson Randall, Danny Rand
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1000
Summary: (CnC) Nine months is a very long time. Sequel to this
reflected in her eyes
The day after her announcement, Danny shows Wu an article about how smoke is bad for developing babies. Wu smashes Orson's hookah without a second thought.
Orson tries to get mad, but then Wu turns to him with wide eyes and screams, "Do you want to hurt our baby?", and he has no answer for her.
==
When Wu disappears into her bedroom, Orson thinks that she's gone to re-design it as a nursery again. She's been doing that more and more often now that the baby has started kicking.
He realizes that he's wrong later when Wu storms out of the room and glares at him.
"I just spent the last two hours staring at these and my head hurts and I'm bloated and I just can't deal with this right now."
When she whips something small and shiny at his head, Orson catches it automatically.
"That means you're mine now. Deal with it."
He stares at the little silver ring in his hand for a very long time.
==
At a certain point, someone realizes that when the baby is born, he or she will need clothes to wear.
That is how Orson ends up in the middle of a department store, staring at rack upon rack of pastel colours and big-eyed mascots. It's awkward, to say the least.
He knows that the two of them make an extremely unlikely pair -- Wu is young and slim and drop-dead gorgeous while Orson is old and grey enough to be her grandfather -- but they're so rarely this obviously together. He's unused to the sidelong glances and whispers that are following the two of them through the store. They pick at his self-esteem, reminding him that Wu could do so much better than him, so much younger and stronger and smarter and-
"Orson?"
"Yeah?"
Wu is holding a baby-sized pair of socks in her hands, smoothing the material over her palms in wonder.
"They're so little. Our baby is going to be so small."
Some sense of danger starts going off in Orson's brain.
"Yeah, they all start out that way."
Wu looks up at him with watery eyes.
"Our baby," she breathes, "is going to be perfect."
All at once, the glances and whispers don't matter anymore. Wu is crying in the middle of the baby clothing department of this huge mall store and looking tiny and teary-eyed and perfect and Orson can't help but hook an arm around her and gather her in.
"I never doubted that."
==
Just before they go to bed, Orson slips the worn velvet box out of his pocket and awkwardly offers the contents to Wu. She stares at it, confused.
"I already gave you a ring. Why did you get another set?"
"I didn't." Orson coughs, embarrassed, "These... I've had this for a while. I just never got around to giving it to you because, well. Who'd want to tie themselves down to some old ma-?"
He stops when Wu puts a finger to his lips.
"Stop being stupid. You're not just any old man. You're my old man."
She takes the ring out of the box and slips it onto her finger, right on top of the silver one that's already there.
"Now kiss me already."
And he's hers, so Orson does what he's told.
==
Orson is sure that his Jewish mother would be crying buckets if she knew what he was doing right now.
Ten minutes ago, Wu had woken him up with gentle whispers and a not-so-gentle elbow to the gut.
"I'm hungry."
"What do you want me to do about it?"
Wu made eyes at him, looking small and helpless and needy.
"Would you make me food, Orson? Please?"
So he'd sighed, having realized that further resistance was pointless, and ambled out of bed into the kitchen. Only Wu would ever be able to convince him to make grilled cheese sandwiches with ham in them at three o'clock in the morning.
The moment Danny even tries asking is the moment that Danny gets kicked in the face.
Wu is asleep by the time Orson comes back with the sandwiches, so he sits there for a while, then decides that he might as well eat them himself while they're still hot.
She wakes up just as he takes the last bite and makes a sad little mewl as he pops it into his mouth.
"That was my food, wasn't it?'
"Um..."
Somehow, Orson's stomach manages to drop down through the floor.
"Orson, why don't you love me anymore?"
It's times like this that Orson really wishes that he hadn't let Wu smash his hookah.
==
One morning, Orson gets it in his head to see if he can get the baby to respond to chi, so he traces nonsensical patterns on Wu's bulging stomach with glowing fingers.
He hadn't expected much of a response-- maybe a faint twitch or a kick if anything. Certainly, he never expected the baby to respond to him all on its own with little pulses of chi. When it does, his grin gets so wide that his face starts to ache.
Wu slips her hand over his and smiles down at him. She's still drowsy from having just awakened, but she manages to pull up a little bit of her own chi, pulsing it down through Orson's hand to the baby.
"Good morning, precious one. That's your daddy playing with you."
"Yeah...."
Orson blinks, then smiles up at Wu with wonder in his eyes.
"I'm going to be a father."
She laughs and takes his hand, pulling him up to kiss him good morning.
"Of course you are, you silly man. Did it really take you this long to figure that out?"
i have found where i belong
Characters: Wu Ao-Shi, Orson Randall, Danny Rand
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1000
Summary: (CnC) Nine months is a very long time. Sequel to this
reflected in her eyes
The day after her announcement, Danny shows Wu an article about how smoke is bad for developing babies. Wu smashes Orson's hookah without a second thought.
Orson tries to get mad, but then Wu turns to him with wide eyes and screams, "Do you want to hurt our baby?", and he has no answer for her.
==
When Wu disappears into her bedroom, Orson thinks that she's gone to re-design it as a nursery again. She's been doing that more and more often now that the baby has started kicking.
He realizes that he's wrong later when Wu storms out of the room and glares at him.
"I just spent the last two hours staring at these and my head hurts and I'm bloated and I just can't deal with this right now."
When she whips something small and shiny at his head, Orson catches it automatically.
"That means you're mine now. Deal with it."
He stares at the little silver ring in his hand for a very long time.
==
At a certain point, someone realizes that when the baby is born, he or she will need clothes to wear.
That is how Orson ends up in the middle of a department store, staring at rack upon rack of pastel colours and big-eyed mascots. It's awkward, to say the least.
He knows that the two of them make an extremely unlikely pair -- Wu is young and slim and drop-dead gorgeous while Orson is old and grey enough to be her grandfather -- but they're so rarely this obviously together. He's unused to the sidelong glances and whispers that are following the two of them through the store. They pick at his self-esteem, reminding him that Wu could do so much better than him, so much younger and stronger and smarter and-
"Orson?"
"Yeah?"
Wu is holding a baby-sized pair of socks in her hands, smoothing the material over her palms in wonder.
"They're so little. Our baby is going to be so small."
Some sense of danger starts going off in Orson's brain.
"Yeah, they all start out that way."
Wu looks up at him with watery eyes.
"Our baby," she breathes, "is going to be perfect."
All at once, the glances and whispers don't matter anymore. Wu is crying in the middle of the baby clothing department of this huge mall store and looking tiny and teary-eyed and perfect and Orson can't help but hook an arm around her and gather her in.
"I never doubted that."
==
Just before they go to bed, Orson slips the worn velvet box out of his pocket and awkwardly offers the contents to Wu. She stares at it, confused.
"I already gave you a ring. Why did you get another set?"
"I didn't." Orson coughs, embarrassed, "These... I've had this for a while. I just never got around to giving it to you because, well. Who'd want to tie themselves down to some old ma-?"
He stops when Wu puts a finger to his lips.
"Stop being stupid. You're not just any old man. You're my old man."
She takes the ring out of the box and slips it onto her finger, right on top of the silver one that's already there.
"Now kiss me already."
And he's hers, so Orson does what he's told.
==
Orson is sure that his Jewish mother would be crying buckets if she knew what he was doing right now.
Ten minutes ago, Wu had woken him up with gentle whispers and a not-so-gentle elbow to the gut.
"I'm hungry."
"What do you want me to do about it?"
Wu made eyes at him, looking small and helpless and needy.
"Would you make me food, Orson? Please?"
So he'd sighed, having realized that further resistance was pointless, and ambled out of bed into the kitchen. Only Wu would ever be able to convince him to make grilled cheese sandwiches with ham in them at three o'clock in the morning.
The moment Danny even tries asking is the moment that Danny gets kicked in the face.
Wu is asleep by the time Orson comes back with the sandwiches, so he sits there for a while, then decides that he might as well eat them himself while they're still hot.
She wakes up just as he takes the last bite and makes a sad little mewl as he pops it into his mouth.
"That was my food, wasn't it?'
"Um..."
Somehow, Orson's stomach manages to drop down through the floor.
"Orson, why don't you love me anymore?"
It's times like this that Orson really wishes that he hadn't let Wu smash his hookah.
==
One morning, Orson gets it in his head to see if he can get the baby to respond to chi, so he traces nonsensical patterns on Wu's bulging stomach with glowing fingers.
He hadn't expected much of a response-- maybe a faint twitch or a kick if anything. Certainly, he never expected the baby to respond to him all on its own with little pulses of chi. When it does, his grin gets so wide that his face starts to ache.
Wu slips her hand over his and smiles down at him. She's still drowsy from having just awakened, but she manages to pull up a little bit of her own chi, pulsing it down through Orson's hand to the baby.
"Good morning, precious one. That's your daddy playing with you."
"Yeah...."
Orson blinks, then smiles up at Wu with wonder in his eyes.
"I'm going to be a father."
She laughs and takes his hand, pulling him up to kiss him good morning.
"Of course you are, you silly man. Did it really take you this long to figure that out?"
i have found where i belong