Ficlet: Picture of Her Mama in Heels and Pearls (GH, Robin/Patrick, Lana)
Title: Picture of Her Mama in Heels and Pearls
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 24 - Scent
Pairing/Character(s): Robin/Patrick, Lana
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Robin and Patrick don't belong to me.
Word Count: 633
Spoilers/Warnings: It's all AU.
Summary: Want to sit up on the counter and watch me finish getting ready?
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus
Lana wandered into the bathroom. “Mommy, I’m bored.”
Robin paused in the middle of applying a final coat of mascara to her eyes. “I thought you were playing race cars with your dad.”
“He got a phone call from the hospital.” A guilty expression crossed Lana’s face. “Oops. I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”
“I bet you weren’t,” Robin muttered under her breath. She looked down at Lana’s face and sighed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him you told me.” She smiled, trying to get Lana to do the same. “Want to sit up on the counter and watch me finish getting ready?”
“Yes!” Lana raised her arms, and Robin lifted her onto the counter, grunting slightly as she did so.
“I think you’re getting too big for me to do that,” Robin said ruefully. She looked down at the makeup spread across the counter. “Now, what was I doing?”
Lana pointed at the tube of mascara. “You were using that.”
“Ah, so I was.” Robin picked the tube up and finished coating her lashes. She grabbed a pot of lip gloss and coated her lips. She looked down at Lana who was watching intently, and asked, “Do you want to try some on?”
Lana nodded furiously.
“Alright, just don’t point it out to your dad, okay?” Robin carefully applied a small amount of lip gloss onto Lana’s puckered lips. “There, aren’t you pretty?”
Lana swiveled her head to look in the mirror. “I look like you!”
Robin chuckled. “Yes, I suppose you do.” She reached down to pick up her perfume, dabbing her wrists and neck lightly with scent. Without asking, she turned one of Lana’s wrists over and put a touch of perfume onto her skin. “Rub your wrists together like this, see?” Robin demonstrated, and Lana copied her mother.
Lana raised her wrist to her nose. “That smells so pretty! I want to smell like that when I get big enough to wear perfume.”
Robin laughed. “We’ll see if your father ever decides you’re old enough for that,” she teased, tweaking Lana’s nose gently.
“Old enough for what?” Patrick asked from the bathroom doorway.
Dark heads turned in tandem to look at Patrick. Mother and daughter exchanged conspiratorial glances, and Robin turned back to Patrick. “Nothing. I’m almost ready. Are you finished with your phone call?”
“Someone ratted me out, I see,” Patrick said. He glanced down at his watch. “We do need to get going if we’re going to make our reservations.”
“I know.” Robin drabbed a necklace around her neck and looked expectantly back at Patrick. “Come fasten this for me, and we can go.”
Patrick stepped behind Robin, and pulled her hair to the side of her neck and deftly fastened the tiny clasp. He stared at their joint reflection for a moment, when Lana’s voice jolted him out of his reverie.
“Daddy! Doesn’t Mommy look pretty?”
“She does.” Patrick pressed a quick kiss to the side of Robin’s neck. He looked over at his daughter. “And so you, did your Mommy decide to share her make up with you?”
“Yes!” Lana exclaimed happily. “I’m going to look just like Mommy when I grow up.”
“And on that note, I think it’s time for us to go,” Robin said hurriedly. She looked up at Patrick. “Reservations, remember?”
“I remember.” Patrick picked Lana up from the counter and settled her on his hip. “Let’s go find Nanny Sarah, and then we’re out of here.”
Robin laughed, and headed out of the bathroom, Lana and Patrick following.
They headed down the stairs, and Lana leaned forward to take a sniff of her wrists one more time. In the years to come, no matter how many perfumes she tried, she’d always come back to that one.
It smelled right.
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 24 - Scent
Pairing/Character(s): Robin/Patrick, Lana
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Robin and Patrick don't belong to me.
Word Count: 633
Spoilers/Warnings: It's all AU.
Summary: Want to sit up on the counter and watch me finish getting ready?
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus
Lana wandered into the bathroom. “Mommy, I’m bored.”
Robin paused in the middle of applying a final coat of mascara to her eyes. “I thought you were playing race cars with your dad.”
“He got a phone call from the hospital.” A guilty expression crossed Lana’s face. “Oops. I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”
“I bet you weren’t,” Robin muttered under her breath. She looked down at Lana’s face and sighed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him you told me.” She smiled, trying to get Lana to do the same. “Want to sit up on the counter and watch me finish getting ready?”
“Yes!” Lana raised her arms, and Robin lifted her onto the counter, grunting slightly as she did so.
“I think you’re getting too big for me to do that,” Robin said ruefully. She looked down at the makeup spread across the counter. “Now, what was I doing?”
Lana pointed at the tube of mascara. “You were using that.”
“Ah, so I was.” Robin picked the tube up and finished coating her lashes. She grabbed a pot of lip gloss and coated her lips. She looked down at Lana who was watching intently, and asked, “Do you want to try some on?”
Lana nodded furiously.
“Alright, just don’t point it out to your dad, okay?” Robin carefully applied a small amount of lip gloss onto Lana’s puckered lips. “There, aren’t you pretty?”
Lana swiveled her head to look in the mirror. “I look like you!”
Robin chuckled. “Yes, I suppose you do.” She reached down to pick up her perfume, dabbing her wrists and neck lightly with scent. Without asking, she turned one of Lana’s wrists over and put a touch of perfume onto her skin. “Rub your wrists together like this, see?” Robin demonstrated, and Lana copied her mother.
Lana raised her wrist to her nose. “That smells so pretty! I want to smell like that when I get big enough to wear perfume.”
Robin laughed. “We’ll see if your father ever decides you’re old enough for that,” she teased, tweaking Lana’s nose gently.
“Old enough for what?” Patrick asked from the bathroom doorway.
Dark heads turned in tandem to look at Patrick. Mother and daughter exchanged conspiratorial glances, and Robin turned back to Patrick. “Nothing. I’m almost ready. Are you finished with your phone call?”
“Someone ratted me out, I see,” Patrick said. He glanced down at his watch. “We do need to get going if we’re going to make our reservations.”
“I know.” Robin drabbed a necklace around her neck and looked expectantly back at Patrick. “Come fasten this for me, and we can go.”
Patrick stepped behind Robin, and pulled her hair to the side of her neck and deftly fastened the tiny clasp. He stared at their joint reflection for a moment, when Lana’s voice jolted him out of his reverie.
“Daddy! Doesn’t Mommy look pretty?”
“She does.” Patrick pressed a quick kiss to the side of Robin’s neck. He looked over at his daughter. “And so you, did your Mommy decide to share her make up with you?”
“Yes!” Lana exclaimed happily. “I’m going to look just like Mommy when I grow up.”
“And on that note, I think it’s time for us to go,” Robin said hurriedly. She looked up at Patrick. “Reservations, remember?”
“I remember.” Patrick picked Lana up from the counter and settled her on his hip. “Let’s go find Nanny Sarah, and then we’re out of here.”
Robin laughed, and headed out of the bathroom, Lana and Patrick following.
They headed down the stairs, and Lana leaned forward to take a sniff of her wrists one more time. In the years to come, no matter how many perfumes she tried, she’d always come back to that one.
It smelled right.