Swing
By irony882
A/N: This is an entry for CBPC July.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. No copyright infringement intended. Nor am I making any money off of this.
OOO
"Childhood should be all about swings."
"Swings?"
"Yeah. You know, how high can I go? If I twist the chains, how fast will I spin?"
"What if I tried to jump off before the swing stops?"
"Exactly."
- The Girl with the Curl
OOOI'm amazed at how perfectly she fit into the swing, her legs slipping through the holes in front, the swing hugging her waist all the way around, ensuring she didn't slip. I still told her to keep her hands very tightly on the chains on either side of her, though. This was her first time, after all. I should be cautious; it's my responsibility as her father.
I asked if she was ready. After hearing a muttered affirmation, I gripped both sides of the plastic swing, pulled the swing backward slightly, and let go.
A shriek was emanated, contagiously spreading into the surrounding air. Frowning, I glanced at my daughter. A smile filled her face, and relief set on mine. She was enjoying it; it seemed, not screaming in terror. I pulled the swing back again, relinquished my grasp. There was another shriek of joy.
So I continued pushing the swing, and she continued smiling, all the while making giggles, screams and other contented sounds. Her content set something soaring in my heart. A warm feeling made its presence known in my chest.
I'd made my daughter happy. Very happy. That, in turn, made me overjoyed.