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Sep. 7th, 2008
[WM] 52.4 - A softer moment
Sep. 7th, 2008 01:29 pmIt's time we see your muse's softer side. Share an intimate moment with us of your muse and one of their children.
Angela was sleeping, and Adam couldn't say that he blamed her. For all that he'd refrained from mentioning it, she had looked tired. Dealing with two boys all the way across the country...but said boys, it seemed had managed to get quite enough sleep. He'd attempted to put them down for a nap, at her suggestion, so they would be rested enough to meet everyone at dinner. Everyone, of course, now consisted of Elle and Micah only, and the ache of that was too fresh to consider.
So, instead, he focused on the two new additions to his life, who were looking up at him with bright, expectant eyes. Their questions, so far, had mostly been intelligent ones for such young children, and he was ridiculously proud, as if he'd had anything to do with it at all. If they were not going to sleep, he could, at least, answer those questions with a story.
Monty clung to him the whole way back down to the kitchen, though Simon seemed a bit more reserved, possibly trying to maintain some dignity of an older boy, refusing to be so very excited to be in a new place, with a mysterious new family member. Adam noted, however, that he did stay fairly close. Culinary masterpieces were not something Adam could manage on the best of days, but hot cocoa with steamed milk and marshmallows? That he could do, and that he did. Three mugs settled on a tray with cookies someone had thought to bake, and he herded the boys into the living room. The fire was going merrily, as usual, and the three of them settled on the rug in front of it.
( 'How come you're not old?' )
Angela was sleeping, and Adam couldn't say that he blamed her. For all that he'd refrained from mentioning it, she had looked tired. Dealing with two boys all the way across the country...but said boys, it seemed had managed to get quite enough sleep. He'd attempted to put them down for a nap, at her suggestion, so they would be rested enough to meet everyone at dinner. Everyone, of course, now consisted of Elle and Micah only, and the ache of that was too fresh to consider.
So, instead, he focused on the two new additions to his life, who were looking up at him with bright, expectant eyes. Their questions, so far, had mostly been intelligent ones for such young children, and he was ridiculously proud, as if he'd had anything to do with it at all. If they were not going to sleep, he could, at least, answer those questions with a story.
Monty clung to him the whole way back down to the kitchen, though Simon seemed a bit more reserved, possibly trying to maintain some dignity of an older boy, refusing to be so very excited to be in a new place, with a mysterious new family member. Adam noted, however, that he did stay fairly close. Culinary masterpieces were not something Adam could manage on the best of days, but hot cocoa with steamed milk and marshmallows? That he could do, and that he did. Three mugs settled on a tray with cookies someone had thought to bake, and he herded the boys into the living room. The fire was going merrily, as usual, and the three of them settled on the rug in front of it.
( 'How come you're not old?' )