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Original Sin
- Part Thirty Two
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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Frank stood up, Kennedi tumbling to the floor semi-forgotten about. Kennedi was wincing in pain, rubbing her sore bottom as she tried to find a comfortable sitting position that didn't hurt. It felt like her backside was on fire in each huge handprint he'd left. She knew she was going to have trouble walking in the morning.
Outside, in the hallway, Monica started towards the second set of doors. She was stopped by Richard's hand on her shoulder. "They need to work it out themselves. If everyone will come downstairs into the salon, I'll have Aaron and William bring some coffee and refreshments."
As everyone gave in and let Richard Johnson lead them down to the first floor, Frank slowly reached the doors. His long fingers curled around the twin knobs and twisted. As he pushed the doors open, the cries of the baby lessened considerably. There, in front of him and a safe distance from the fireplace, was a little boy in footed pj's with a thick crop of black hair stretching up on his tiptoes to peek into the crib. The crib jiggled and shook, the softer sobs of a baby coming from it.
As Frank stepped in, the boy turned around and looked up at him wide-eyed. Behind him on the floor sat his mother, rubbing her bum and watching with wide gray eyes. Cisco looked up at the big man. This was the man from the picture Mummy kept by her bed.
Frank's breath caught in his throat as he looked at the boy who had his mother's gray eyes. Carefully, so as not to scare the boy, he knelt down. "Cisco?"
"Yes Sir?" the boy answered. A pealing squawk from the crib drew the boy's attention. "Shhh Wayleigh" he whispered and stretched up to peek into the crib. "Mummy's coming..."
Mummy? Frank looked back at Kennedi. He watched as she swallowed and nodded, then looked down. He had two children.. Slowly he stood up and edged over to the crib. Laying inside was a beautiful baby girl with the same thick head of black hair that her brother had. A pair of chocolate brown eyes peered up at him.
"Her name is Wayleigh." the boy announced proudly. "I'm her big bwother."
"Rayleigh..." Frank whispered.
"You can pick her up. I don't mind. Mummy's wight here, so it's OK." the boy nodded his head and held up the pink rattle towards the man. "What's your name?"
Frank looked at the rattle and took it carefully. As he picked up the bundle of pink and white blankets, he bundled up the baby so she wouldn't get cold. "Frank Donovan."
"Fwank Donovan. My name is Donovan. Donovan Fwancisco Johnson is what Mummy named me."
"Cisco." Keni stood in the doorway. "Go see PaPa. We'll be down shortly."
Cisco scooted past Frank towards his mother. Frank turned to watch, catching Keni's eyes.
"Wait Cisco." She caught hold of his shoulders. "Come here." Keni sat down in the chaise near the fireplace and pulled him into her lap. "Remember me talking about your father?"
"He's working all the time. He puts bad guys in jail, wight?"
"That's right. Cisco, Frank is your father."
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Original Sin
- Part Thirty Two
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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Frank stood up, Kennedi tumbling to the floor semi-forgotten about. Kennedi was wincing in pain, rubbing her sore bottom as she tried to find a comfortable sitting position that didn't hurt. It felt like her backside was on fire in each huge handprint he'd left. She knew she was going to have trouble walking in the morning.
Outside, in the hallway, Monica started towards the second set of doors. She was stopped by Richard's hand on her shoulder. "They need to work it out themselves. If everyone will come downstairs into the salon, I'll have Aaron and William bring some coffee and refreshments."
As everyone gave in and let Richard Johnson lead them down to the first floor, Frank slowly reached the doors. His long fingers curled around the twin knobs and twisted. As he pushed the doors open, the cries of the baby lessened considerably. There, in front of him and a safe distance from the fireplace, was a little boy in footed pj's with a thick crop of black hair stretching up on his tiptoes to peek into the crib. The crib jiggled and shook, the softer sobs of a baby coming from it.
As Frank stepped in, the boy turned around and looked up at him wide-eyed. Behind him on the floor sat his mother, rubbing her bum and watching with wide gray eyes. Cisco looked up at the big man. This was the man from the picture Mummy kept by her bed.
Frank's breath caught in his throat as he looked at the boy who had his mother's gray eyes. Carefully, so as not to scare the boy, he knelt down. "Cisco?"
"Yes Sir?" the boy answered. A pealing squawk from the crib drew the boy's attention. "Shhh Wayleigh" he whispered and stretched up to peek into the crib. "Mummy's coming..."
Mummy? Frank looked back at Kennedi. He watched as she swallowed and nodded, then looked down. He had two children.. Slowly he stood up and edged over to the crib. Laying inside was a beautiful baby girl with the same thick head of black hair that her brother had. A pair of chocolate brown eyes peered up at him.
"Her name is Wayleigh." the boy announced proudly. "I'm her big bwother."
"Rayleigh..." Frank whispered.
"You can pick her up. I don't mind. Mummy's wight here, so it's OK." the boy nodded his head and held up the pink rattle towards the man. "What's your name?"
Frank looked at the rattle and took it carefully. As he picked up the bundle of pink and white blankets, he bundled up the baby so she wouldn't get cold. "Frank Donovan."
"Fwank Donovan. My name is Donovan. Donovan Fwancisco Johnson is what Mummy named me."
"Cisco." Keni stood in the doorway. "Go see PaPa. We'll be down shortly."
Cisco scooted past Frank towards his mother. Frank turned to watch, catching Keni's eyes.
"Wait Cisco." She caught hold of his shoulders. "Come here." Keni sat down in the chaise near the fireplace and pulled him into her lap. "Remember me talking about your father?"
"He's working all the time. He puts bad guys in jail, wight?"
"That's right. Cisco, Frank is your father."
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