"Lay-lee-dug"
By JuneMermaid~Eighty-Eight
They both sat by the door, my wife and my daughter, as Fujin helped her pull on her shoe. I had promised to take Andromeda to the pier today, and thank God it wasn't raining. Because either rain nor shine, my daughter would be taken to the park, no questions asked. That's why I hate it. Hate what, you ask? I hate the fact that the two most important people in my existance are so much alike, it frightens me. Andromeda looks so small in her mother's lap. Contrasting violets of her striped dress against Fuchan's silk, blue nightgown, and two perfect golden ponytails both wrapped in satin violet. Andromeda is lady-like, more petty and dainty. Yet another alternate of Fujin. So I guess only their additude is the same. But I love each of them just as much as the other. Even though I don't say it quite as often as I should.
And there she stood, little ray of shining sun that she was.
"Are we going now, daddy?" Her voice was small, but slighty demanding (like her mother's).
I picked her up gracefully and Fujin stood, our noses almost touching. I kissed her, already knowing our daughter's reaction.
"Aww gross! You get cooties from kissies!" She stuck her tongue out at us, and we both smiled.
Fujin moved out of the way, leaving the doorway empty. She stood behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. She buried her face in my neck and mumbled. I couldn't quite understand it...
"Mommy said that we have to be home by lunch because Uncle Raijin and Aunt Quisty are coming over with baby Jamilla." It was onlt ten o'clock. That would be no problem.
"Sure. It's still early. We'll be home by twelve." I told Fusama, and she walked off, still lightly dozing. She said she was pregnant again, that's why she was so tired. But I don't think I'm ready for another little me or her running around. One three-year-old, spoiled, mostly overreacting, so blonde it almost seems fake brat was enough for now.
"Alright," She said yelled, as I swung the door open. "Attention! March!"
"Yes, ma'am!" I always hated taking orders from others, but this time I could make an exception.
We walked down the small streets and when we passed the Dincht's house, Zell happened to be staying with his foster parents, Andromeda loudly screamed at the top of her longges.
"GOODMORNING, CHICKEN-WUSS!!!!" I had to keep myself from laughing as loud as she screamed.
We arrived at the pier just in time, no others were around so I didn't have to worry about other people's kids screaming and trying to tear eachother's hair out. I was glad Andromeda was so highly sophisticated for her age, or how Fuchan put it: Ooh, Andromeda! You're such a big girl!
By JuneMermaid~Eighty-Eight
They both sat by the door, my wife and my daughter, as Fujin helped her pull on her shoe. I had promised to take Andromeda to the pier today, and thank God it wasn't raining. Because either rain nor shine, my daughter would be taken to the park, no questions asked. That's why I hate it. Hate what, you ask? I hate the fact that the two most important people in my existance are so much alike, it frightens me. Andromeda looks so small in her mother's lap. Contrasting violets of her striped dress against Fuchan's silk, blue nightgown, and two perfect golden ponytails both wrapped in satin violet. Andromeda is lady-like, more petty and dainty. Yet another alternate of Fujin. So I guess only their additude is the same. But I love each of them just as much as the other. Even though I don't say it quite as often as I should.
And there she stood, little ray of shining sun that she was.
"Are we going now, daddy?" Her voice was small, but slighty demanding (like her mother's).
I picked her up gracefully and Fujin stood, our noses almost touching. I kissed her, already knowing our daughter's reaction.
"Aww gross! You get cooties from kissies!" She stuck her tongue out at us, and we both smiled.
Fujin moved out of the way, leaving the doorway empty. She stood behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. She buried her face in my neck and mumbled. I couldn't quite understand it...
"Mommy said that we have to be home by lunch because Uncle Raijin and Aunt Quisty are coming over with baby Jamilla." It was onlt ten o'clock. That would be no problem.
"Sure. It's still early. We'll be home by twelve." I told Fusama, and she walked off, still lightly dozing. She said she was pregnant again, that's why she was so tired. But I don't think I'm ready for another little me or her running around. One three-year-old, spoiled, mostly overreacting, so blonde it almost seems fake brat was enough for now.
"Alright," She said yelled, as I swung the door open. "Attention! March!"
"Yes, ma'am!" I always hated taking orders from others, but this time I could make an exception.
We walked down the small streets and when we passed the Dincht's house, Zell happened to be staying with his foster parents, Andromeda loudly screamed at the top of her longges.
"GOODMORNING, CHICKEN-WUSS!!!!" I had to keep myself from laughing as loud as she screamed.
We arrived at the pier just in time, no others were around so I didn't have to worry about other people's kids screaming and trying to tear eachother's hair out. I was glad Andromeda was so highly sophisticated for her age, or how Fuchan put it: Ooh, Andromeda! You're such a big girl!