How Green Becomes Wood

"Oh, these are beautiful," Amty Zeinab smiled, sniffing the bouquet, "I'll have to put them in a nice vase in your windowsill so I can see them every morning. Thank you so much, Alec. I love them."

Ivy squeaked, reaching the end of where she could reach holding onto the table and tried to let go to keep walking towards him only to fall immediately. When nobody freaked out, she just crawled towards Alec so he would lift her up and hug her, babbling excitedly.
 
"You're welcome! I'll get you a vase for them," Alec told her. He grinned at Ivy and scooped her up, swinging her over his head. "I missed you, too! You are so sweet, yes you are!" He pulled her in for a hug and cooed happily.
 
Ivy squealed back at him, holding tightly to him once he hugged her and giving him one of her big, messy baby kisses.

"I brought a vase," Dark said, coming into the living room alongside his wife.

"It's adorable how well your children get along," Amty Zeinab said, standing to help ready the flowers where they needed to be.

Daizi nodded, "It was touch-and-go for awile there, but we figured it out."
 
Alec laughed and waited a minute before subtly wiping off his face. "Thank you, Ba. The flowers appreciate it! Ivy is so cute and sweet she cast a spell on us. Didn't you, sweetness? You are so kind! So snuggly!"
 
"I knew she would," Daizi grinned, never taking for granted how sweet it was to hear the pair of them get along, "She's the cutest baby in the world, it's hard for her to not win people over."

Amty Zeinab took up the vase, admiring the bouquet. Dark had picked the least gothic vase they owned, which wasn't saying too much, but Zeinab appreciated the effort, "I'm going to bring these up before little hands cause a mess. Zalmi, I'm glad you're dressed comfortably for once."

Taking a look down at himself, Dark inhaled trying to figure out how to explain his zippered hoody, but ultimately just said, "Thank you, Amty," and sat down on the couch.
 
Alec turned to his mother. "Mama, Ba is being weird, and I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do about it. Should I press ad figure out what is happening, or should I ignore it and let him be?"
 
Alec pointed to Dark. "Mama, he's shivering! I have never seen him shiver." He heaved a sigh. "Alright, I'll try to ignore you, but this is weird, and I refuse to pretend otherwise. Xander is totally going to remark on this first thing."
 
Hearing the news of her husband shivering, Daizi furrowed her brows and went over to her husband, pressing her hand against her forehead before saying, "Goose, you're burning up."

"No, I am fine," Dark argued, looking up at her, "I am perfectly in control."

"Go take some ibuprofen."

"I am fine."

"Go." She pointed towards the kitchen and with a heavy sigh, Dark heaved himself up and walked to the kitchen, holding his hands up in a decidedly everyone is overreacting gesture.
 
Alec rolled his eyes at Dark. "Treat yourself like how you'd treat any of the rest of us. Now I'll leave you alone." He looked down at Ivy. "Do you want to hang out with me while we have a quiet moment? Huh? Want to do some coloring or something?"
 
Ivy squeaked up at him and then, as Dark walked by, she reached her arms out to him while Daizi slouched on the couch with her feet up. Her arms were crossed and she looked both amused and annoyed.

"He's not contagious," She said, "And he gets no soup for this."

Immediately, Dark stopped and turned around, staring in blank horror.
 
"But I have a fever," Dark pouted.

"You barely have a fever," Daizi replied, "I am very sympathetic that you aren't feeling well, but it doesn't earn you soup."

Defeated, Dark went into the kitchen and took two ibuprofen before returning to Alec to take Ivy from him. And the moment she was in his arms, she squirmed around, knocking her knee against his left bicep and making her father wince.
 
Alec eyed Dark narrowly. "If you have a fever and pain from a choice you made happily, why should you get soup?" he challenged with a smirk. "Well, if Ivy's going to choose to hang out with you, then I guess I shall find another way to amuse myself. Maybe I'll color by myself."
 
"The fever was unplanned." Dark grumbled, carefully moving Ivy to his other side, far from his left arm.

"But you knew there was a risk of it," Daizi replied, doing her best to be nonchalant.

"A risk of what?" Amty Zeinab asked, coming downstairs.
 
"I'd be glad for your help," Amty Zeinab smiled, "Come come, but wash your hands. I'm making Fatteh, it is good, you will like it. But I'm sure your Mama has already made it for you before."
 
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