Title and Author : 'Pre-school'' – Becky (bad title, eh?)
Disclaimer : I own nothing. Not even Sesame Street, or the concept of snowmen.
Style : Short. Possibly Carby – depends on what you like. Um. Short. Fuzzy whatever it is!
Spoilers : Nope. None. Never.
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He watches her from the doorway; her pig-tails bouncing on her shoulders; her giggles echoing around the room. He smiles to himself, watching her idly play with blocks on the carpet. He watches as she starts talking to the little boy next to her, telling him about her daddy, her mummy, and the dog that accompanies them. He smiles at her, the little boy, and starts talking to her back, telling her all about himself, his toys, and the latest number on Sesame Street. And he laughs as their giggles fill the entire room.
He walks over to the woman, tall, and slim, bending over another little girl. He smiles at her, thanks her, and says that he'll be back by two. She nods, and watches him. He waves to his daughter, sighing, and he leaves.
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It's winter in Chicago. And he smiles as she walks along with him happily, her mittened hand enclosed in his own. She speaks to him, declaring her day, and telling him that she loves the snow. He promises her something; that when they get home they'll build a snowman; a snowman, and a snowlady, and a snowchild to show mummy when she gets home from work. She agrees to this happily, smiling, and kicking through the snow.
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He sits on the couch with her, watching 'Christmas on Sesame Street' for the umpteenth time. She laughs at the jokes, and he watches her laugh.
The shrill of the telephone interrupts their time, and he presses 'pause' jumping to answer it. She turns round in wonder, watching her daddy as he smiles into the telephone. He waves her over, and holds the phone to her ear as her mother wishes her a good-night and good dreams. She skips back over to the couch, nestling herself between the cushions, and she waits. She waits for him to come back and join her.
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He sleeps on the couch, his hands under his head, his chest rising with his even breathing. He feels lips brush his hair, and stirs, smiling up at his wife.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself."
He sits up, making room for her to snuggle next to him.
"How was she?"
He smiles at the thought.
"You know, I think we might actually have a problem..."
She looks at him, suddenly more concerned.
"I don't think that she wanted to come home."
He states it simply, smiling as she settles back down.
"You know. Our daughter goes to pre-school now."
He smiles, and kisses her head.
"Scary huh?"
"No….because," she points to her stomach, and he grins.
"Love you."
-fin-
Author's Notes : Now, was that as terrible as I thought it was? I know it wasn't exactly 'up there' but I did write it in one evening. One half an hour actually, before settling down to watch Nigel Harman on the TV. Anybody who knows who is, will share my sentiment. I think. I hope, anyway.
Yeah, so that was a short little piece – John Carter taking his daughter to school. John Carter picking his daughter up from school. John Carter watching Sesame Street with his daughter. And then John Carter talking to his wife about their daughter and then realizing their 'new arrival'. That was pretty much what was going through my mind as I wrote it, unsuccessfully, but it could have been anyone. Luka. Pratt. Gallant. Even Chuck! It didn't matter, it's just one of those things….
Okay, well, I'd be incredibly grateful for any reviews. And I mean *any*. Ummm….so thankyou for reading! (and sorry about that….)