How Green Becomes Wood

"You said you can't even do a handstand on your own, and you said you wanted a spotter," Xander accused. "I said I wouldn't mind trying here on the grass because I have been literally taught how to fall, not just gotten accustomed to falling."
 
"Wow," Daizi replied slowly, elongating every sound of the word, "That's bold. Do you doubt the existence of muscle memory?"

"I cannot believe you would speak to your mother that way," Dark said, hanging his head in pretend disappointment.
 
"I never said not to do it. I even suggested you go ahead and try it!" He sighed and waved his hand. "This is all your fault."

"My fault?" Alec asked from where he sat watching the discussion with a grin. "How is it my fault?"

Xander glared at him. "You dared show a kid who can't even run yet how to cartwheel."
 
"Spider, come here," Dark said calmly, "Let me help you do your cartwheel. I believe in you."

"He believes in me," Daizi teased, getting up and following the sound of his voice, "Alec, will you hold Ivy so she doesn't put herself in harms way?"
 
After walking Daizi to the most open part of their yard, he put his hands on her shoulders and said, "I think all you need to do is get into a lunge first," He told her.

"Okay," Daizi replied, trusting herself and him in equal measure, "Then I just need to put my hands down on the grass, right? And kick my legs up and over."
 
"Okay," Daizi exhaled, steading herself. Then, with Dark's help and without too much difficulty, she was able to kick herself up and over into a cartwheel. It was imperfect, being really her first attempt, but it was decent enough. And most importantly, she didn't fall over or kick her husband in the face.
 
"Mama!" Ivy said, holding her arms out.

"Are you proud of Mama, habibti?" Daizi asked, "You don't know why that's special just yet. But I suppose it really wasn't all that difficult, or at least not extra difficult just because I can't see the landing."
 
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