Whaaaaat another update? Already? Hmm, I most definitely must be going crazy. Crazy with ideas! Haha! Hah.. Okay, no. This is the last idea in my 'stockpile', so I thought I'd blow off my history homework and stay up half the night to just get it out of my system. Happy Friday everyone, and here's chapter seven. Enjoy :)
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It was around 5am when Tamsin's internal clock woke her up the next morning. She had to get to work around 6, so she took her time removing herself from beneath the sleeping succubus. It was incredibly tempting to slip back under the blanket and lay like that for hours, but she knew she had a full day of work ahead of her, so she jogged up the stairs to take a quick shower.
As she came back down from the bathroom, she heard whimpers coming from Chance's playpen and walked over to check on him. Bright blue eyes stared into icy green ones, and Tamsin groaned when her back muscles strained as she lifted up the baby from the crib. "Ready for some breakfast I see," the blonde smirked, carrying him over to the kitchen. She pulled out one of the bottles from the fridge and fed him half the container while rocking him back and forth slowly, calming him down so he was dozing again. She placed him back into his playpen carefully, as not to wake him.
By that time it was around 5:45, and the detective needed either to leave then or not leave at all. Stalking over quietly to Bo, she leaned down over so slowly and placed a light kiss to the brunette's cheek. With one last glance at the sleeping form on the sofa, she grabbed her leather jacket from it's balled up position inside the crib and headed off to the precinct. Little did she realize that as she picked up her coat, a certain electronic device slid out from the folds and landed softly into Chance's blanket, leaving it for curious little fingers to explore.
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Bo snapped awake around 8am to the shrill noise of her phone ringing underneath her somewhere. She quickly sat upright and answered it, trying to avoid possibly waking Chance.
"Dyson?" She whispered groggily, rubbing her tired eyes with the heels of her hands.
"Wrong lover sweetie, and I knew you wouldn't even be awake yet," a snarky voice echoed on the other end. "D-man, I do believe your puppy ass now owes me 5 bucks."
"Tamsin? What's up?" The succubus said, getting up to stretch her sore limbs. The couch was not exactly the best thing in the world to sleep on, even when a sexy blonde was there to accompany you. "Where are you?" The younger fae noticed right away when she awoke that the valkyrie had disappeared somewhere; the blonde's body heat was long gone from underneath her.
"I'm not dead, so does it matter?" Tamsin said with faux sweetness, earning a snort from Bo. "I had to report in earlier today. Also can't find my phone, but whatever. Have fun with the squirt too, can't dump him on me today, now can you."
"I don't mind, I'd better actually clean this place up a bit anyway."
"Woah, Miss High-and-Mighty Succubabe doing housework? Please tell me I've died and gone to slut heaven. Is her highness going to be wearing one of those sexy maid outfits?" The blonde husked through the phone.
Bo shivered slightly at her tone. "Who says I'm wearing anything at all?" The brunette said seductively, relishing the audible sound of the valkyrie gulp through the phone.
"Okay, well, that's my cue to hop off the succubitch phone-sex express line. See you later," Tamsin said quickly, fumbling to hang up the receiver.
"Okay, bye-" Bo got out before the line cut off. She gave a strange look at her phone before chuckling to herself. She placed her phone into her back pocket and walked over to Chance's playpen to find him gurgling contently to himself. His face lit up when she leaned over the railing to say good morning, and his toothy little grin made the succubus's heart melt instantly.
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Later that day, Bo bustled around her bedroom, gathering clothes and toys alike and setting them down on her bed to be put away somewhere. Chance and his blankets were barricaded by pillows on the middle of the covers, and he was enjoying the sight of the busy succubus. He amused himself by picking up one of his many toys now and then and inspecting it before moving onto the next one.
"You know for a baby, you sure do have a lot of shit, and I'm not just talking about your diaper habits," the brunette grumbled, placing yet another stuffed animal and onesie onto the mattress. She kneeled down to start to get beneath her huge bed, when suddenly a loud crash sounded next to her.
She rounded on the noise, her dagger drawn, only to find a plastic toy train laying on the floor beside her. A loud giggle floated from on top of the bed, and as Bo raised herself onto her knees to peer over the side, she was met head on by a flying Teddy bear. The baby boy again screeched with adorable laughter, and soon more toys were raining on Bo from above.
"Okay, mister, that is quite enough," Bo chuckled, standing to her full height. "You think that's funny? Well, let's see how you like it!" With that, she picked up a stray stuffed dog and crawled over to where Chance was sitting, placing the animal on top of his head, the dog's furry legs spread over the sides of the little boy's face. "Now that, is funny."
He looked at her with scrunched eyebrows before both fae and child began to giggle hysterically at one another, Bo at the cuteness of the whole thing and Chance at the fuzziness on his forehead, along with the sound of the brunette's kind laugh.
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Tamsin took and deep breath and let it out slowly, rubbing her temples with her fingers. This day could not go any slower for her.
"You alright partner?" Dyson questioned, looking at the blonde through squinted eyes. "You seem distracted."
"No, I'm just bored as hell. I thought maybe that author murder-suicide case would finally involve something interesting, not having to read every single one of her awful manuscripts," she grumbled, flipping through paper absently. To be honest though, it wasn't just the slow day at work. Usually she could get through one of these slumps with some sips from the secret flask kept in her desk and insults thrown at Dyson, but nothing seemed to working today.
She didn't want to admit or believe it, but she missed Bo and Chance already.
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"Almost done," Bo sighed loudly, giving the floor one more sweep with the brittle old broom she had found in Kenzi's room. She really had no idea what the russian girl used it for, god knows she cleans up absolutely nothing around the shack, but it would have to do for now. "There," she said with finality, leaning the tool against the wall and stepping back to admire her work.
All the thongs, leather, and weapons were put away neatly in their places, the floor was swept and room dusted, plus all her 'special' cabinets were fully baby-proofed with rope.
"Not a bad job if I do say so myself," the brunette said, walking over to the bed, "What do you think Chance?" The little boy just smiled and drooled on himself, and the succubus chuckled and laid down beside him. She picked up a toy car and pretended to race it up and down the folds of the covers, earning herself squeals of happiness from the baby. The longer she laid there, the heavier her eyes got and slower the race car moved, and before long Bo was dozing peacefully.
She must have been asleep for all of 10 minutes when she heard a buzzing in her subconscious. She tried to ignore it, but it persisted, and before long she was opening her eyes slowly to see a snickering Chance. She snapped to attention when she felt a vibrating sensation, and she sat up quickly. Nothing appeared wrong, and the buzzing stopped after a while, so she just shrugged and got off the bed. Even though everything was relatively clean, she still wanted to reorganize her room a little for Chance.
Standing at full height, she assessed the size and potential weight of her dresser.
Yeah, this was going to take awhile.
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"Sorry Tamsin, I called it but I didn't hear it anywhere. Did you?" Dyson said, putting down his cell.
"Nope, guess I left it at Bo's," the blonde said nonchalantly, not realizing her sentence.
"You were at Bo's again?" The shifter pried, sounding surprised.
"If you count dropping her cute little ass off and leaving, then yes, I did," the valkyrie said smartly, turning her attention back to some files.
"Oh," Dyson said dumbly, getting back to his computer. Something wasn't right about Tamsin's second statement, but he didn't dare press it, as she was in one of her moods and he didn't really feel like being a limb short today.
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Finally around 4pm Tamsin escaped from the 39th Division, and ended up outside the clubhouse around 4:15 with a case of beer in hand. She didn't exactly have a TV at her apartment to go along with the alcohol, and it was another excuse to see Bo and the kid.
Walking up to the shack, the older fae knocked on the door with her free hand. The brunette answered shortly after, uttering a 'glad you could make your entrance through the doorway and not my actual door' under her breath. The Valkyrie set the beer on the kitchen counter and hopped up onto a stool.
"Well hello to you too succulette. How was your day?"
"Fine. Just had a little incident with some toys, but other than that uneventful," the succubus called from beside the couch.
"Where's the brat anyways," the blonde said cooly, even though she was dying to see him inside.
"In his playpen. Can you watch him for a bit while I get in the shower?" Bo asked, backing her way towards the stairs.
"Not like I have anything better to do in this deathtrap," Tamsin mumbled, bored. She caught Bo's eye again and received a bright grin that she couldn't help but return with a smirk of her own.
"Great. Oh, and I believe that is your phone?" The succubus said, pointing the device on the coffee table. "You might want to consider putting a lock on it." And with that, Bo scurried upstairs for some alone time.
The detective stalked over to her phone with a frown, taking the electronic in her hand gingerly. She sat down on the couch and slid the lock button. The phone was open to the camera roll, and she could see at least 100 new pictures added to her original amount of 2.
Scrolling up to the top, Tamsin pressed on the first new picture. Flipping through the first few, all she saw was shades of red and blue. She was about to just delete all of them when she came across a blurry picture of Bo. Shots of the moving brunette hurrying around her room covered the screen for the next 30 pictures.
The next one was less fuzzy and was taken on the front-facing camera. The blonde could clearly make out a certain baby boy's concentrating face staring at the screen. A couple pictures later he seemed to finally have seen his own reflection and he smiled happily at the camera. Tamsin chuckled softly at the cuteness on her phone. The remainder of the pictures consisted of Chance's grinning features, except the last two.
The second to last picture had Bo in it, kissing Chance's cheek while the camera lolled to the side a bit, only capturing half of the baby's pudgy face. The last picture in the album was at a better angle from being properly held by the younger woman, with Bo smiling from over Chance's shoulder and the little boy grinning hugely from beside her chin.
The detective laughed outright at the two people on her phone. She set up a lock on her device before hesitating a bit. After a moment or two she pressed a few more buttons and set the phone back down onto the coffee table before going over to Chance's playpen.
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Bo came downstairs after a 30 minute bath to find the Valkyrie on the couch, beer in one hand and baby curled up in the other. The TV blared softy, illuminating the blonde's features with dim lighting. To Bo, the blonde seemed almost picturesque in any setting, and the relaxing one before her was one of her new favorite scenes.
Licking her now dry lips, she walked around the sofa and sat next to Tamsin. Spotting the woman's phone in front of her, she pointed and asked "Can I check the time?" The valkyrie just shrugged and the succubus took that as a yes. Clicking the home button, she was met with her own brown eyes and bright smile. The blonde had apparently taken it upon herself to set the photo she had taken with Chance right before she took the phone way from him as her background.
Bo looked questioningly over her shoulder at the older fae. Tamsin shrugged again and took another sip from her beer. The brunette turned back to the phone and huffed out a light laugh, her eyes closing. Opening them after a few moments, she placed the device back down and moved back against the cushions so she was shoulder-to-shoulder with the Valkyrie. She rested her head against the blonde woman and shut her eyes again, this time starting to doze off fitfully. The last sound she heard was a faint explosion from the television and a short, musical laugh from the Valkyrie, finally lulling her to sleep.
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PS: Thanks to this update, I put down all irrelevant answers on my history worksheet just to get credit, and today of all days it was collected immediately for a grade. It now has 'valkubus' as the answer to the question 'Why was the Parliament called in 1640". Yet another teacher now believes I'm a freak. My short essay on betrayal for world literature was on-what else-Bo as Tamsin's mark.
