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Summary: Sasami learns to appreciate the finer things in life.
Note: A very short Kid Stuff fic I dreamed about last week. Enjoy.
Little Things
It was a sound Sasami had quickly gotten used to, though with three children, she didn't have much choice. It could either fill her heart with joy and pride, or make her detest the day that men (mainly Gohan) had come into her world with their strange idea of married bliss, which truly meant their running off to fight evil while she did all the really hard stuff (changing diapers, cooking for picky eaters, getting blood/mud stains out of uniforms, etc.).
It was a sound that often begged the questions: "Am I really a mother?" or "What in the world could that child possibly want NOW?!"
It had come to mean a variety of things, as well. With Godin, it was, "I didn't do it, but it's broke!" For Gomen, it meant, "Godin did it!" or "I got a boo-boo on my knee!" For Raine, it was, "Godin took my dolly!" or "Godin hit me!" For all three, there was the preferred, "I didn't do it, but I know who did!"
And yet, somehow, without her knowing it, that sound had become her name. But no matter who said it, how they said it, or what it meant, Sasami assumed nothing good could come of it being uttered at 1:49 AM one Saturday morning.
"Mommy?" the tiny voice whispered.
Though half of Sasami's brain was still asleep (which was presumably the more comfortable half), she managed to open one eye. Not that it helped, since she was surrounded by darkness, most of which was hazy, thanks to her grogginess. She quickly gave hope to the idea that whoever it was might go away if she appeared to be asleep. No such luck.
"Mommy?"
Torn between the urge to scream, "WHAT?!" and the internal need to be a caring mother, Sasami finally opened both her eyes, and then, when she could form a whole sentence, her mouth. "What is it?"
"I had a bad dweam," the tiny voice reported, sounding even more pitiful. "Can I sweep with you and Daddy?"
When the request fully registered in Sasami's mind, she automatically glanced to the left, where her husband was snoring quietly. She quickly checked. Yes, they were both dressed. After all, they were married with three children, not dead. Adults needed time to themselves, too, and Sasami felt (no, she KNEW) she deserved some quality time with Gohan. It had almost been, what, two or three hundred minutes since the last time?
"Pwease?" the tiny voice pleaded. "I alweady went to the bafwoom."
Confused, Groggy, Angry-at-being-Woken-Early Woman instantly gave way to Bestest Mommy in the Whole-Wide-World.
"Okay, okay. C'mon, you." Sasami blindly reached into the darkness, waiting for the child to come closer. Her hands brushed against a little round face, long pigtails, and what she sincerely hoped was some kind of doll with strange hair. Finally, Sasami found a small waist, and lifted her daughter (she hoped that's who it was, anyway) into her lap. She caught a whiff of cherry-scented gum, and her hopes/suspicions were confirmed.
Raine claimed her usual spot between her parents, and planted her Washu doll firmly between the pillows. She then crawled onto her father's chest. "Night, Daddy," she whispered, kissing his chin.
Gohan's reply was a grunt, which either meant, "Ditto" or "Huh?"
Raine returned to her spot and promptly slid beneath the blanket.
Sasami instantly felt used, among other things. She was the one that had woken up out of a deep sleep to help her youngest (only by a few minutes, though) child. But not just the baby, the only girl! And after all that, Gohan, the bum that didn't have the ability to mutter, "Night, sweetie," got the kiss? Life was now officially unfair, and the term motherhood was devoid of any meaning whatsoever.
Just when she was about to label the younger version of herself a deceitful little traitor, Sasami felt someone bump her arm. It was Raine, of course. But no, she wasn't there to further humiliate her poor mother. Instead, Raine wrapped Sasami's arm around her small shoulders and rested her head against her mother's side. "Night, Mommy," she murmured, yawning. She reached up long enough to kiss her mother's cheek. "Wuv you," she added just before falling asleep.
Either from pride or the need to brag, Sasami beamed. Gohan had only gotten a kiss and a "Night." She'd gotten both...plus, a "Wuv you"...and snuggling privileges! Life was somewhat fair again, the value of motherhood restored, and the world saved...until Gohan had to go defend it against some pissed alien with an urge to wipe out entire populations. But then, you couldn't let big things like that get you down. After all, it was the little things that really mattered.
Until 1:49 AM the NEXT morning, anyway...
The End.
Summary: Sasami learns to appreciate the finer things in life.
Note: A very short Kid Stuff fic I dreamed about last week. Enjoy.
Little Things
It was a sound Sasami had quickly gotten used to, though with three children, she didn't have much choice. It could either fill her heart with joy and pride, or make her detest the day that men (mainly Gohan) had come into her world with their strange idea of married bliss, which truly meant their running off to fight evil while she did all the really hard stuff (changing diapers, cooking for picky eaters, getting blood/mud stains out of uniforms, etc.).
It was a sound that often begged the questions: "Am I really a mother?" or "What in the world could that child possibly want NOW?!"
It had come to mean a variety of things, as well. With Godin, it was, "I didn't do it, but it's broke!" For Gomen, it meant, "Godin did it!" or "I got a boo-boo on my knee!" For Raine, it was, "Godin took my dolly!" or "Godin hit me!" For all three, there was the preferred, "I didn't do it, but I know who did!"
And yet, somehow, without her knowing it, that sound had become her name. But no matter who said it, how they said it, or what it meant, Sasami assumed nothing good could come of it being uttered at 1:49 AM one Saturday morning.
"Mommy?" the tiny voice whispered.
Though half of Sasami's brain was still asleep (which was presumably the more comfortable half), she managed to open one eye. Not that it helped, since she was surrounded by darkness, most of which was hazy, thanks to her grogginess. She quickly gave hope to the idea that whoever it was might go away if she appeared to be asleep. No such luck.
"Mommy?"
Torn between the urge to scream, "WHAT?!" and the internal need to be a caring mother, Sasami finally opened both her eyes, and then, when she could form a whole sentence, her mouth. "What is it?"
"I had a bad dweam," the tiny voice reported, sounding even more pitiful. "Can I sweep with you and Daddy?"
When the request fully registered in Sasami's mind, she automatically glanced to the left, where her husband was snoring quietly. She quickly checked. Yes, they were both dressed. After all, they were married with three children, not dead. Adults needed time to themselves, too, and Sasami felt (no, she KNEW) she deserved some quality time with Gohan. It had almost been, what, two or three hundred minutes since the last time?
"Pwease?" the tiny voice pleaded. "I alweady went to the bafwoom."
Confused, Groggy, Angry-at-being-Woken-Early Woman instantly gave way to Bestest Mommy in the Whole-Wide-World.
"Okay, okay. C'mon, you." Sasami blindly reached into the darkness, waiting for the child to come closer. Her hands brushed against a little round face, long pigtails, and what she sincerely hoped was some kind of doll with strange hair. Finally, Sasami found a small waist, and lifted her daughter (she hoped that's who it was, anyway) into her lap. She caught a whiff of cherry-scented gum, and her hopes/suspicions were confirmed.
Raine claimed her usual spot between her parents, and planted her Washu doll firmly between the pillows. She then crawled onto her father's chest. "Night, Daddy," she whispered, kissing his chin.
Gohan's reply was a grunt, which either meant, "Ditto" or "Huh?"
Raine returned to her spot and promptly slid beneath the blanket.
Sasami instantly felt used, among other things. She was the one that had woken up out of a deep sleep to help her youngest (only by a few minutes, though) child. But not just the baby, the only girl! And after all that, Gohan, the bum that didn't have the ability to mutter, "Night, sweetie," got the kiss? Life was now officially unfair, and the term motherhood was devoid of any meaning whatsoever.
Just when she was about to label the younger version of herself a deceitful little traitor, Sasami felt someone bump her arm. It was Raine, of course. But no, she wasn't there to further humiliate her poor mother. Instead, Raine wrapped Sasami's arm around her small shoulders and rested her head against her mother's side. "Night, Mommy," she murmured, yawning. She reached up long enough to kiss her mother's cheek. "Wuv you," she added just before falling asleep.
Either from pride or the need to brag, Sasami beamed. Gohan had only gotten a kiss and a "Night." She'd gotten both...plus, a "Wuv you"...and snuggling privileges! Life was somewhat fair again, the value of motherhood restored, and the world saved...until Gohan had to go defend it against some pissed alien with an urge to wipe out entire populations. But then, you couldn't let big things like that get you down. After all, it was the little things that really mattered.
Until 1:49 AM the NEXT morning, anyway...
The End.