Rosalind
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To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no permission..no money, no sue, please?
"Hey! Welcome back! How was the honeymoon?" Jones asked as John walked into the office, shucking his coat off with a grin.
"It was good" he answered, his satisfied look letting the other man knowing exactly how good it had been.
"How'd Rosalind take it?" Jones inquired politely, remembering that the girl had always been quiet and more than a little obsessed with her adoptive father.
"She stayed at Connie and Andy's for a while, then at her Aunt Maria's" John said, "They said she seemed fine with everything. She was happy enough when we got home though" He shook his head, remembering how she'd climbed up his arm so she could choke him with a fierce little hug. Grace had laughed and hugged her in his arms. It had been late when they got home so they'd put her straight to bed, in John's apartment as they hadn't moved yet, but she'd been talkative this morning while getting ready for school.
"Hey! How was Venice?" Metaboy asked, coming out of the bathroom.
"It was great!" John told him, "We had a lot of fun"
"When you movin?" the older man wanted to know.
"Ah, Grace and her brothers took the day off. They're moving all my stuff to her place" John answered. He had wanted to stay home and help but he knew he had to get back to work.
"I thought you guys were gettin' a house" Jones asked.
"Yeah, we want to, we just, haven't found one yet" John answered. They wanted something close to everything and in their price range, not something easy to find. Plus, secretly, John wanted to find one that would have enough room for a family just as big as Grace's. They both wanted a lot of kids, she because it was part of her culture and upbringing, he because he hadn't liked being an only child.
His day went about what he expected it to. It was never easy to say you had a "good" day when you worked in homicide, but they found all of their bad guys so it was as good as it was going to get. He was happy to come home to Ros's happy humming and the smell of Grace's cooking.
"Daddy!" Ros screeched and tugged on his arms. Grace rounded the corner with her spatula still held in her hand.
"Hi, sweety" she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, "How was work?"
"Not bad" he told her truthfully.
"Daddy, help me with my homework!" Ros begged, pointing at her papers spread across the coffee table in living room. It looked like history, a safe subject.
"Okay, let me go change quick, kay?" He went back to Grace's (their) bedroom and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. He went back out and helped his daughter with her homework, then ate the dinner his wife had made, then they all played a game of Uno before putting Rosalind to bed. He and Grace had spent a couple hours unpacking the last few boxes of his stuff and finding places for everything before going to bed themselves. And as he slipped between the sheets and Grace snuggled up against him, he reflected on the second half of his day, so different from what it had been not too terribly long ago. A smile turned his lips as he slipped off into sleep. He could get used to living in a fifties sitcom.
To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no permission..no money, no sue, please?
"Hey! Welcome back! How was the honeymoon?" Jones asked as John walked into the office, shucking his coat off with a grin.
"It was good" he answered, his satisfied look letting the other man knowing exactly how good it had been.
"How'd Rosalind take it?" Jones inquired politely, remembering that the girl had always been quiet and more than a little obsessed with her adoptive father.
"She stayed at Connie and Andy's for a while, then at her Aunt Maria's" John said, "They said she seemed fine with everything. She was happy enough when we got home though" He shook his head, remembering how she'd climbed up his arm so she could choke him with a fierce little hug. Grace had laughed and hugged her in his arms. It had been late when they got home so they'd put her straight to bed, in John's apartment as they hadn't moved yet, but she'd been talkative this morning while getting ready for school.
"Hey! How was Venice?" Metaboy asked, coming out of the bathroom.
"It was great!" John told him, "We had a lot of fun"
"When you movin?" the older man wanted to know.
"Ah, Grace and her brothers took the day off. They're moving all my stuff to her place" John answered. He had wanted to stay home and help but he knew he had to get back to work.
"I thought you guys were gettin' a house" Jones asked.
"Yeah, we want to, we just, haven't found one yet" John answered. They wanted something close to everything and in their price range, not something easy to find. Plus, secretly, John wanted to find one that would have enough room for a family just as big as Grace's. They both wanted a lot of kids, she because it was part of her culture and upbringing, he because he hadn't liked being an only child.
His day went about what he expected it to. It was never easy to say you had a "good" day when you worked in homicide, but they found all of their bad guys so it was as good as it was going to get. He was happy to come home to Ros's happy humming and the smell of Grace's cooking.
"Daddy!" Ros screeched and tugged on his arms. Grace rounded the corner with her spatula still held in her hand.
"Hi, sweety" she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, "How was work?"
"Not bad" he told her truthfully.
"Daddy, help me with my homework!" Ros begged, pointing at her papers spread across the coffee table in living room. It looked like history, a safe subject.
"Okay, let me go change quick, kay?" He went back to Grace's (their) bedroom and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. He went back out and helped his daughter with her homework, then ate the dinner his wife had made, then they all played a game of Uno before putting Rosalind to bed. He and Grace had spent a couple hours unpacking the last few boxes of his stuff and finding places for everything before going to bed themselves. And as he slipped between the sheets and Grace snuggled up against him, he reflected on the second half of his day, so different from what it had been not too terribly long ago. A smile turned his lips as he slipped off into sleep. He could get used to living in a fifties sitcom.