How Green Becomes Wood

"I am not so committed to cleanliness that I cannot cope with the thought my child was, at one point, messy," Dark said blandly in response to their shock and terror, "Had I come home and find you had let a paint-covered toddler and dog loose in my living room, I would be more put out, but she was outside, the mess was cleaned up, so no harm befell me."

"But she was so absolutely covered in it!" Cooger replied, "She was slimey to the touch!"

"Cooger, you need to understand: She is 18 months old. I can sit in an empty room with her, and the second I blink, she will have found a way to make herself slimey, or sticky, or damp, or messy in some hitherto unknown way." He shrugged, walking into the kitchen, and with a wave of his hand said, "At least this time, someone else did the clean up for me, and I didn't have to get messy with her."
 
Lex hummed, but wasn't sure she trusted this new, calm, rational Dark, who was not attempting to spike their heads. Even though she appreciated it. She pointed to the picture. "There it is! Her first masterpiece."

Alec sniffled and pretended to wipe away a tear as Dark walked out of the living room. "They grow up so fast!"

"I hate everyone and everything," Xander grumbled from his couched position.
 
"It is very avant garde, is it not?" Dark asked, holding the painting up towards the light. Her little hand and footprints on the page were his favourite parts. Ivy was getting so big, but she was still so little... It warmed his cold, dead heart. Hearing Xander, he set the painting down and walked to the living room, "You inherit your misanthropy from me. What inspired your hatred now?"
 
Xander rubbed his brow with one hand and waved the other vaguely. "Oh. You know. Happiness. Cuteness. Pain and suffering. Entrapment."

"Quite the list," Alec said dryly.

Lex nudged Cooger. "We should get some dry clothes, and the father is here... assuming he really is the father... so what do you say we bounce?"
 
"The usual suspects, then." Dark replied, but with real understanding underneath his tone.

"Probably a good idea," Cooger told Lex, but then said, "Chin up, Xander, you got your momma's soup to look forward too."

Then, before Cooger could leave with Lex, Dark stopped them and thanked them one last time for watching Ivy. To Lex he again offered to pay Lex, an offer he did not extend to his brother... mostly to purposefully annoy him, because usually he did offer to pay for babysitting, an offer Cooger always declined.
 
Xander did not respond beyond a nod, but he did appreciate the understanding he heard. Cooger got a slight wave. The pain meds hadn't kicked in yet, and nothing sounded particularly good.

Lex declined the offer. "Maybe if it had been a prearranged thing, then we'd talk, but not for an emergency. Never for an emergency. See you around!" She headed out with Cooger and went to her house.

Alec glanced at the clock and frowned. "Do I need to go to school for whatever's left of the day?"
 
"Sweet! A free day!" Alec chirped happily. He sat on the couch with Xander, careful to give him plenty of space. "What do you want to do today? Anything? Or should I leave you alone?"

Xander grumbled and shifted so he could sit cradled upright in the corner of the couch and closed his eyes. "It was just a wrong step off a curb."

Alec patted his knee with gentle sympathy. "I know. I'm sorry. Want to see pictures of Ivy and Enkidu covered in paint?"

After a pause, Xander said, "Yes. I do."

Alec immediately texted Cooger to send him the pictures because Xander hadn't had a turn.
 
"You are not the first," Dark told Xander sympathetically, "Are you hungry? I can make you something."

Cooger sent the pictures when they were asked for, although he decided to take a second first to make sure Lex wasn't accidentally exposed in any of them. Thankfully, she wasn't. Of course, he also went ahead and sent them to Dark.
 
"Yeah, a bit," Xander said. "Thanks." He took the phone from Qlec when Alec passed it over. His eyes widened. "Well... looks like Ivy is more like Alec than me... and had a lot of fun. Poor Enkidu."
 
"Of course," Dark said, going to the kitchen. Once there, he looked around at his pantry and decided, he may not be able to make soup like his wife... but he remembered Xander really liked a nice grilled cheese, and that was what he was going to make him. In the meantime, he took out his phone and texted Ciara, I wanted to keep you aware: Xander fractured his ankle. It is minor, he does not even need a plaster cast. He tripped on a curb and fell badly.
 
It took Ciara a bit to respond. When she did, she was full of concern, though her text barely showed it. I see. Thank you for alerting me. That is most unfortunate. Is he in need of anything?

Alec and Xander were pressed together on the couch now as Alec flipped through the pictures, and Xander studied them, a lot more relaxed now that the meds had kicked in.
 
Right now, he is resting. I am about to bring him lunch, he is on pain medicine, and he and Alec are looking at pictures Cooger took while he and Lex were babysitting. I will let you know if anything else happens Dark promised. After finishing Xander's sandwich, he went ahead and made one for himself and Alec.
 
Ciara wondered why anyone would bother taking pictures of the baby they were babysitting, especially since Cooger was (sort of) related to her, but decided she did not understand enough about children and parenting to draw a conclusion.

Xander's phone dinged, and he looked at it. "Oh. Ba must have contacted Aunt Ciara. She's wishing me well," he said.

"That was nice of her!" Alec said enthusiastically.
 
Ciara's silence demonstrated enough of her confusion that Dark sent exactly one photograph to her. Selecting it wasn't difficult, his favourite was immediately one where Ivy was hugging Enkidu and it was very clear how completely covered in paint both of them were. The framing of it included the rainbow foot and paw prints on the deck. I believe I need a sitter for the sitter, next time.
 
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