Drabble 4 - Trust!verse
Ariel R. P. Hudson (don't tell anyone the R. P. stood for Rose Penelope) was the kind of girl who loved sticking her nose in things, just to see what would happen. Usually nothing happened, or one of her daddies pulled her out of trouble before anything bad happened. Sometimes she got in trouble and sometimes she got a laugh, which she had quickly learned meant that people liked you.
For instance, when Ariel first found out that she was going to have a baby brother and she found out from the internet where baby brothers came from, she broke the rules and stuck her head into her fathers' bedroom, to make sure they weren't making another baby brother. From what she could gather and the way her Daddy Finn yelled at her, they totally were.
This story, however, is about the day Ariel broke the rule involving what to call her fathers. At home she called them by Daddy plus their first name. Daddy Finn, Daddy Noah, Daddy Kurt, and Daddy Dave. Outside the house she was supposed to call two of her daddies Uncle Kurt and Uncle Dave. Ariel hated this rule. What was the big deal if she slipped up and called them Daddy? It was true. Whatever. Ariel followed this particular rule until the day Daddy Dave told her where she had come from. She had come from Daddy Noah's stomach!
It was the next day that she started formulating a plan. It was also that day, about five minutes after the plan was formulated, that she set her plan into motion. Daddy Noah was sneaky; Ariel knew this for sure. He was much better than her other daddies at games like hide and go seek and monkey in the middle. She knew she would have to spring her rule-breaking at the most opportune moment – in front of her other daddies – or face a tickle-monster of revenge.
Ariel found this moment when she found her daddies eating breakfast around the dining room table. She'd already eaten hours ago, and they were being lazy Saturday bums still sticking around, reading the paper and feeding each other waffles. Very carefully, Ariel ran past the dining room, fell, and held her knee to her chest pretending it had been skinned. "Owieee!"
Her daddies came running, just like she thought they would. "It hurts!"
"I know, baby," her Daddy Noah said, pulling her close (even though his belly was getting pretty big, trying to hold her baby brother in while he finished cooking – Ariel still didn't understand why they didn't just use the oven). "Want me to kiss it better?"
"Yeah," Ariel nodded, pushing out a few fake tears and watching as her Daddy Noah kissed her knee.
He pulled back and asked, "How does that feel?"
"Much better, "Ariel agreed, getting to her feet and hugging around Daddy Noah's neck. As she let go and stepped back, she said, "Thanks, Mommy," grinned at all her other daddies, and ran away.
From around the corner, she could hear a little bit of silence, then her Daddy Noah saying, "Wait, what? Mommy?" and then the rest of her daddies laughing very loudly. Ariel smiled and took her victory to her room, hugging Mr. Snuggle-pants and planning when she could say "Mommy" next.