Date Written: 11/13/05
Rating: K+
Word Count: 449
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo, Carol/Bikky, OC (Lisa)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Through to Like Like Love
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Set about ten years after Like Like Love, inspired by infomtemplar's little one... So much adorable!
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"Dee!"
Dee 'oofed' as he felt a small child jump on his chest as he napped on the couch. He pulled the little girl on his chest into a hug. "What are you doing here, Lisa?"
"Mommy dropped me off!" the girl said, squirming in the man's arms.
"So we get to babysit," Ryo finished, and Dee finally opened his eyes to look up at his lover. The blonde was leaning over him, smiling. "Christmas shopping," he murmured in a low tone.
"Aah."
The dark-haired detective looked down at the little girl in his arms who was smiling back at him with her mother's green eyes and smile and her father's dark skin and bright blonde hair. "I get to play with you, Grandpa Dee!"
"Goody," the man replied sarcastically, and Ryo smacked him with a throw pillow.
Lisa laughed, thinking it was a game and started beating her dark-haired grandfather with another pillow.
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Ryo
smiled at little Lisa as she snuck another spoonful of chocolate chip
cookie dough from the bowl of mix. She really looked amazingly like her
parents, with Carol's eyes and smile and mannerisms and his foster
son's long blonde hair and cafe au lait skin. The girl was one of the
most precious things in his life.
She was definitely more of a princess than her mother, too--more often than not, she got her way.
Ah, but she was only four.
"Ichi, ni, san!" she counted the cooling cookies in Japanese, smiling proudly up at her half-Japanese grandfather.
Ryo leaned down to kiss her slightly chubby cheek, making her laugh.
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Carol
came back late, later than she expected. The apartment was quiet and
dark when she let herself in. She stashed her daughter's Christmas
presents in the hall closet like she had told Ryo before she went out,
walking in the minimal light filtering in through the window blinds
through Dee's apartment.
When she opened the door to Dee and Ryo's bedroom, she had to stop for a moment and smile. Her daughter was snuggled between Dee and Ryo, the three of them sleeping soundly. The lamp sitting on the bedside table was on, a storybook slumped on the floor where it fell when Ryo slipped into sleep.
Two strong arms encircled her waist and Carol leaned back against her husband. "Don't they look good?"
"They'd never say it aloud, but they really always wanted a kid of their own," Bikky agreed, pressing a kiss into the woman's silver blonde hair.
"Maybe we should give them another one, then," Carol teased, tilting her head up to kiss Bikky's cheek.
Bikky chuckled. "Let's let them sleep," the tall man said, reaching over to close his foster fathers' bedroom.
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