pandakatiefominz
Wraith
"I will remember this."
"Good, you should," Daizi teased, "You should remember every time I have ever been right."
"Good, you should," Daizi teased, "You should remember every time I have ever been right."
How Green Becomes Wood
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BookKnight
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Alec yawned so hard he felt like his jaw was going to fall off. "Alright. Now that we have that settled, I think it's bed time. Or at least lay on my bed and pretend to sleep while watching fish swim in my head time."
Xander snorted. "That's a long time. But we could both use a shower. We smell like fish tanks."
"True. We do. It is a very unique scent," Alec mused.
Xander snorted. "That's a long time. But we could both use a shower. We smell like fish tanks."
"True. We do. It is a very unique scent," Alec mused.
pandakatiefominz
Wraith
"You have to shower too, Goose, I'm not sharing a bed with someone who smells like a fish tank," Daizi replied, removing her legs from his lap and nudging him up. "I'll put Ivy to sleep, we can save her bath until tomorrow."
When Daizi came back to her bedroom after lying Ivy down for bed, she climbed into bed and found her husband stretched diagonally across it on his back, with his head down at the base. As she found the spaces where he wasn't, she laughed softly and said, "This giant bed and you still manage to take up all of it."
"Darling. There is plenty of space still," He replied, extending his arms to either side of him to demonstrate, even though she couldn't see it.
"What are you doing?" She asked, unable to snuggle beneath the covers because of how her husband was lying in the bed.
"Just thinking."
"About what, Goose?"
"Some of the people we met today," Dark answered, folding his arms beneath his head, "There was a woman who asked me if I was babysitting. She told me the word applies not only to people caring for someone else's child, but for men taking care of their own children. She told me it is not in a man's nature to be nurturing."
"I can't stand when people believe that," Daizi sighed, "and I don't like she put those beliefs onto you."
"I suspect she felt she was complimenting me, but it did not feel like one," Dark replied, "and then, there was this man who was out with his two children, and they were not the most well-behaved children but that is not the children's fault. He clearly just... did not like them. And he did not want to spend time with them or try to really parent them. And he expected me to feel the same way as him. He thought I had been stuck with our children, almost like it was a punishment. And I just... I do not understand it."
"I think a lot of people have children because they think they are supposed to, or..." She tried to reason, but she struggled with it too. She had just began to stay how, unfortunately, a lot of men aren't raised with the expectations to be parents when Dark, still staring up at the canopy said with sudden force and passion:
"Daizi, I love being a father."
"I know you do, Goose," She said, smiling and scooting so she could lie down beside him.
"I cannot explain how much I love it."
"You don't have to," She smiled, shutting her eyes and savouring the moment. "I love getting to parent with you."
The pair of them fell into silence, both thinking their own thoughts as they lay side by side, hardly touching each other but savouring the moments. Then all at once, before he was even aware of it, Dark began to cry, still lying there flat on his back with his head down by the foot of the bed. Immediately, Daizi was sitting up with one hand on his chest, asking him what was wrong, but he couldn't find the words to describe it. It was like everything in his body was aware of something his mind was not.
It passed quickly enough, especially with his loving, patient, gentle wife stroking his hair, murmuring comforting words, and doing her best to not cry right alongside him, and the last thing he recalled before falling asleep was Daizi pulling the blanket over them both like they were swaddled.
When Daizi came back to her bedroom after lying Ivy down for bed, she climbed into bed and found her husband stretched diagonally across it on his back, with his head down at the base. As she found the spaces where he wasn't, she laughed softly and said, "This giant bed and you still manage to take up all of it."
"Darling. There is plenty of space still," He replied, extending his arms to either side of him to demonstrate, even though she couldn't see it.
"What are you doing?" She asked, unable to snuggle beneath the covers because of how her husband was lying in the bed.
"Just thinking."
"About what, Goose?"
"Some of the people we met today," Dark answered, folding his arms beneath his head, "There was a woman who asked me if I was babysitting. She told me the word applies not only to people caring for someone else's child, but for men taking care of their own children. She told me it is not in a man's nature to be nurturing."
"I can't stand when people believe that," Daizi sighed, "and I don't like she put those beliefs onto you."
"I suspect she felt she was complimenting me, but it did not feel like one," Dark replied, "and then, there was this man who was out with his two children, and they were not the most well-behaved children but that is not the children's fault. He clearly just... did not like them. And he did not want to spend time with them or try to really parent them. And he expected me to feel the same way as him. He thought I had been stuck with our children, almost like it was a punishment. And I just... I do not understand it."
"I think a lot of people have children because they think they are supposed to, or..." She tried to reason, but she struggled with it too. She had just began to stay how, unfortunately, a lot of men aren't raised with the expectations to be parents when Dark, still staring up at the canopy said with sudden force and passion:
"Daizi, I love being a father."
"I know you do, Goose," She said, smiling and scooting so she could lie down beside him.
"I cannot explain how much I love it."
"You don't have to," She smiled, shutting her eyes and savouring the moment. "I love getting to parent with you."
The pair of them fell into silence, both thinking their own thoughts as they lay side by side, hardly touching each other but savouring the moments. Then all at once, before he was even aware of it, Dark began to cry, still lying there flat on his back with his head down by the foot of the bed. Immediately, Daizi was sitting up with one hand on his chest, asking him what was wrong, but he couldn't find the words to describe it. It was like everything in his body was aware of something his mind was not.
It passed quickly enough, especially with his loving, patient, gentle wife stroking his hair, murmuring comforting words, and doing her best to not cry right alongside him, and the last thing he recalled before falling asleep was Daizi pulling the blanket over them both like they were swaddled.