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Bedtime Stories
Marie Allen
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She giggled, unable to help herself. "You still can be nosy, ya know..." She grinned and kissed his cheek. She had listened with a grin as he told her past curiosities.
He chuckled. "Yeah...well...curiosity killed the cat. I may not have learned how to keep my hands to myself, but I did learn to not do the same 'bad' thing twice." She smirked at him, giving him an amused look.
"Really. Then why am I thinking of more then a few accounts...?" He grinned mischievously at her and held her closer, kissing her lightly.
"So can I." He kissed her again.
Grinning, she pulled back slightly, "And if you keep thinking about them, I don't think you'll finish telling me how you got your scar... And we can't have that." She smiled and kissed his cheek before settling back next to him, waiting.
He grinned down at her and kissed her forehead lightly. "All right, all right. Like I said, curiosity killed the cat..."
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"Dewey...! You know you're not supposed to scratch yourself." Smiling compassionately at him, she gently pulled his hand down while he pouted.
"You're not supposed to call me that, Mommy! Dewey's my baby name... I'm a big boy now!"
She smiled down at her son, folding her hands on her lap. "Why's that?"
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Because it is! Dewey's a baby's name..." He stubbornly folded his arms and lifted his chin to show that he meant business! "From now on, nobody can call me 'Dewey' again." As if a signed document, he stomped his foot to prove his point.
Hold up her hands in defeat, she smiled. "Ok, sir! I promise I'll try to remember not to call you that again. But now, my dear, we have to put on your medicine." At that, she started to lift his shirt up. With wide eyes, however, he quickly stepped back, forcing his shirt down, shaking his head.
"Nu-uh!" She frowned.
"Why not? It'll make you not itch..."
"It's pink."
She looked down at the bottle. "So it is." She looked up at him again, puzzled. "What's wrong with pink?"
"It's a *girl's* color, Mommy! I'm a *boy!* Boys don't wear pink!"
She smiled at him, putting the bottle back down on her lap. She wondered if he even realized what color the actual bumps on him were. "Oh yeah? So what color should the medicine be?"
He sighed. As if it wasn't obvious! "Blue! They should have blue for boys. You should put a..." He frowned as he tried to think of the word. In doing so, like he mostly did, he reached up and scratched the spot just below his right eye.
Smiling gently at him, she pulled his hand down. "No scratching." Sighing deeply, he forced his arm down.
"I wasn't! I was thinking!" She only smiled and shook her head.
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While he continued to tell his story, she had taken moved onto her back. His arm was still around her, holding her close, as she lightly leaned her head on his shoulder. She grinned. "'Dewey's a baby name?'" She laughed at that, finally turning to him, laying on her side. "I think that it's cute, actually." Her grin widened then and she kissed the tip of his nose lightly. "Just like you are, most of the time."
He chuckled at her, kissing her forehead. "Really? You think I'm cute?"
She laughed at that and grinned yet again. "Of course you are. Among other things."
He shifted his position slightly so he could look at her better but continued to keep his arm around her. In the moonlight, he could see the outline of her face; her eyes glittered up at him; her teeth shinned through the darkness. "And what 'other things' might that be?"
"Oh, you know: things," she grinned mischievously. He responded by raising a simple, well shaped eyebrow. She giggled and kissed him lightly. "So, after figuring that pink was a "girl's color" what did you do about the medicine?"
"I did what every other boy did. Listen to my mom and wear it." He grinned at the memory. "She was very persuasive, ya know..."
"She let you have chocolate chip cookies for breakfast?"
He nodded and grinned. "Yep."
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It was noon and he was still in bed. It wasn't fair! He should be outside playing with his friends, not stuck in bed with *pink* stuff all over his body. The only good thing that came out of this was that he got all the ice cream he wanted.
But that wasn't the point! He was just laying there doing nothing... If he ever wanted to be great, he should be out and running and practicing his wrestling moves. He was, after all, the son of the Rocky Johnson, *Superman.* The son of Superman doesn't lay around all day, no matter what was on his body.
And that included itchy red marks that let him have ice cream.
"Here we go..." She smiled down at her son as he sat himself up and carefully laid the serving tray on his lap. The tray, along with the bowl, were wedding gifts by someone, she was sad to say, that she had lost in touch with. Due to the lost she had also forgotten by whom it was given by.
His eyes widened and his usual grin appeared. Chocolate ice cream! The best kind! Vanilla was all right, but nothing compared to chocolate... Grinning at her, he said his thanks and grabbed his spoon, eagerly scooping it. She laughed at her son's sudden change in behavior and fluffed the pillows behind him so he could lean against it. "Don't eat it too fast, dear. You'll get a brain freeze."
"Oh Mom... You worry too much." Grinning, he continued his speed in devouring it. She only smiled and shook her head yet again. He would learn the hard way. He seemed good at that. He looked up at her with wide eyes after a short while. Because he had eaten so quickly -- and because of his innocence -- he had not only gotten the now melted chocolate in his mouth, but also in the areas around, including the tip of his nose. How he had managed that, she did not know. She doubted she ever would in the future as well. She grinned at him, but didn't say anything. "Can I have some more...?" He flashed her the smile that he knew she couldn't resist. "Please?"
She laughed at his now childlike attitude. "I'll be right back." She grinned at him before walking out towards the kitchen with his tray and bowl. By the time she came back with the bowl and a warm, wet cloth for his face, he had already sneaked countless scratches. Particularly his thinking spot. Acting innocent, he grinned when she walked in.
"Thank you!" As he was about to take the first bite, she stopped him. Frowning in confusion, he looked up at her. "What...?"
"Your face." She smiled at him and gently started to wash his face. In an act of protest, he started to move his head around, trying to push her away.
"You're hurting me!"
"Oh, I am not, you silly goose." She smiled at him and pulled back. "Ok, ok. Go ahead." She laughed lightly and shook her head in wonder as he once again began to make a mess out of himself. It never seemed to cease.
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Bedtime Stories
Marie Allen
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She giggled, unable to help herself. "You still can be nosy, ya know..." She grinned and kissed his cheek. She had listened with a grin as he told her past curiosities.
He chuckled. "Yeah...well...curiosity killed the cat. I may not have learned how to keep my hands to myself, but I did learn to not do the same 'bad' thing twice." She smirked at him, giving him an amused look.
"Really. Then why am I thinking of more then a few accounts...?" He grinned mischievously at her and held her closer, kissing her lightly.
"So can I." He kissed her again.
Grinning, she pulled back slightly, "And if you keep thinking about them, I don't think you'll finish telling me how you got your scar... And we can't have that." She smiled and kissed his cheek before settling back next to him, waiting.
He grinned down at her and kissed her forehead lightly. "All right, all right. Like I said, curiosity killed the cat..."
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"Dewey...! You know you're not supposed to scratch yourself." Smiling compassionately at him, she gently pulled his hand down while he pouted.
"You're not supposed to call me that, Mommy! Dewey's my baby name... I'm a big boy now!"
She smiled down at her son, folding her hands on her lap. "Why's that?"
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Because it is! Dewey's a baby's name..." He stubbornly folded his arms and lifted his chin to show that he meant business! "From now on, nobody can call me 'Dewey' again." As if a signed document, he stomped his foot to prove his point.
Hold up her hands in defeat, she smiled. "Ok, sir! I promise I'll try to remember not to call you that again. But now, my dear, we have to put on your medicine." At that, she started to lift his shirt up. With wide eyes, however, he quickly stepped back, forcing his shirt down, shaking his head.
"Nu-uh!" She frowned.
"Why not? It'll make you not itch..."
"It's pink."
She looked down at the bottle. "So it is." She looked up at him again, puzzled. "What's wrong with pink?"
"It's a *girl's* color, Mommy! I'm a *boy!* Boys don't wear pink!"
She smiled at him, putting the bottle back down on her lap. She wondered if he even realized what color the actual bumps on him were. "Oh yeah? So what color should the medicine be?"
He sighed. As if it wasn't obvious! "Blue! They should have blue for boys. You should put a..." He frowned as he tried to think of the word. In doing so, like he mostly did, he reached up and scratched the spot just below his right eye.
Smiling gently at him, she pulled his hand down. "No scratching." Sighing deeply, he forced his arm down.
"I wasn't! I was thinking!" She only smiled and shook her head.
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While he continued to tell his story, she had taken moved onto her back. His arm was still around her, holding her close, as she lightly leaned her head on his shoulder. She grinned. "'Dewey's a baby name?'" She laughed at that, finally turning to him, laying on her side. "I think that it's cute, actually." Her grin widened then and she kissed the tip of his nose lightly. "Just like you are, most of the time."
He chuckled at her, kissing her forehead. "Really? You think I'm cute?"
She laughed at that and grinned yet again. "Of course you are. Among other things."
He shifted his position slightly so he could look at her better but continued to keep his arm around her. In the moonlight, he could see the outline of her face; her eyes glittered up at him; her teeth shinned through the darkness. "And what 'other things' might that be?"
"Oh, you know: things," she grinned mischievously. He responded by raising a simple, well shaped eyebrow. She giggled and kissed him lightly. "So, after figuring that pink was a "girl's color" what did you do about the medicine?"
"I did what every other boy did. Listen to my mom and wear it." He grinned at the memory. "She was very persuasive, ya know..."
"She let you have chocolate chip cookies for breakfast?"
He nodded and grinned. "Yep."
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It was noon and he was still in bed. It wasn't fair! He should be outside playing with his friends, not stuck in bed with *pink* stuff all over his body. The only good thing that came out of this was that he got all the ice cream he wanted.
But that wasn't the point! He was just laying there doing nothing... If he ever wanted to be great, he should be out and running and practicing his wrestling moves. He was, after all, the son of the Rocky Johnson, *Superman.* The son of Superman doesn't lay around all day, no matter what was on his body.
And that included itchy red marks that let him have ice cream.
"Here we go..." She smiled down at her son as he sat himself up and carefully laid the serving tray on his lap. The tray, along with the bowl, were wedding gifts by someone, she was sad to say, that she had lost in touch with. Due to the lost she had also forgotten by whom it was given by.
His eyes widened and his usual grin appeared. Chocolate ice cream! The best kind! Vanilla was all right, but nothing compared to chocolate... Grinning at her, he said his thanks and grabbed his spoon, eagerly scooping it. She laughed at her son's sudden change in behavior and fluffed the pillows behind him so he could lean against it. "Don't eat it too fast, dear. You'll get a brain freeze."
"Oh Mom... You worry too much." Grinning, he continued his speed in devouring it. She only smiled and shook her head yet again. He would learn the hard way. He seemed good at that. He looked up at her with wide eyes after a short while. Because he had eaten so quickly -- and because of his innocence -- he had not only gotten the now melted chocolate in his mouth, but also in the areas around, including the tip of his nose. How he had managed that, she did not know. She doubted she ever would in the future as well. She grinned at him, but didn't say anything. "Can I have some more...?" He flashed her the smile that he knew she couldn't resist. "Please?"
She laughed at his now childlike attitude. "I'll be right back." She grinned at him before walking out towards the kitchen with his tray and bowl. By the time she came back with the bowl and a warm, wet cloth for his face, he had already sneaked countless scratches. Particularly his thinking spot. Acting innocent, he grinned when she walked in.
"Thank you!" As he was about to take the first bite, she stopped him. Frowning in confusion, he looked up at her. "What...?"
"Your face." She smiled at him and gently started to wash his face. In an act of protest, he started to move his head around, trying to push her away.
"You're hurting me!"
"Oh, I am not, you silly goose." She smiled at him and pulled back. "Ok, ok. Go ahead." She laughed lightly and shook her head in wonder as he once again began to make a mess out of himself. It never seemed to cease.
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