Penname: Alsper
Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative
Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): Rated: M for innuendos (but what else do you expect from Kitten and Kinksper? hehe)
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I pinned my hair up behind my left ear, listening to Holden's giggles and Jazzy's laugh. I felt bad about leaving little man with his grandparent's but I was also looking forward to this party.
"Hey Jazz, you packed his fuzzy right?" I called out as the mental list of everything Esme and Carlisle might need ran through my head.
"'Course I did," he called back before laughing along with our little man.
Right, of course he did... I needed to chill the fuck out. It's just one night. And it's not like I couldn't see him after words.
I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before smoothing out my pink and black retro styled dress. We were going to a fourties themed party for no reason other than just to get out.
I exited the bathroom and leaned against the door frame. My two boys were on the bed, Jasper laying on his side as he kept an eye on our bouncing three year old.
"Are you supposed to be jumping on the bed?" I asked, laughing when Holden flopped on his behind quickly. I looked over at my smiling husband and raised an eyebrow at him. He so knew I wasn't going to get mad at him... bastard.
"Why aren't you ready?" I asked him as I moved towards the bed and picked up our son.
"Mommy pretty," Holden cooed as he gently pulled on the black tie of the dress at the nape of my neck.
"Thank you baby, but don't pull that," I smoothed his black curls off his forehead before placing a kiss there. "Jazz, honey, get dressed. I told Esme we'd have Holden there 'bout seven."
"I was having man time with our son," Jasper said with a wry smile, lazily getting off the bed and pulling his tee-shirt off as he walked towards the closet.
I shook my head and took Holden out of the room. "Man time eh?" I asked, looking at Holden. I smiled when he nodded. He looked so much like his father in the face, there was no denying it.
"So you're a man now?" I asked him as I headed into the kitchen to get him something to drink.
"Yep! Like Daddy!"
"Oh really?" I teased, setting him down on his feet. "You want apple-cherry juice or grape juice?"
"Apa cher!" Holden started singing and bouncing up and down. I just shook my head and laughed, making his drink.
"I want orange juice!" Jazzy yelled from the other room, I could hear the smirk in his voice, making me giggle.
I glanced at the clock and muttered under my breath before calling out to Jasper. "Babe! We got ten minutes!"
Holden took his sippy cup from me and toddled his way to the living room where he sat down by Dinah's bed. She was the black and white kitten Jazz insisted Holden wanted me to have as a Mother's Day present.
"And I am dressed," Jazzy said as he came out, spinning in a circle as he put the fedora on his head. "How do I look?" he asked, shifting the hat so that it covered up one eye a little.
I whistled at him as I took in the full look. He had his black trench coat on over his dark jeans and button down, looking like an he was about to crack an important case. "A private dick huh?" I teased.
"And I'm lookin for a mysterious little lady to inquire about my services," he winked at me.
"Funny you mention that... I might be in the need of some help."
"Oh really now?" he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist before whispering in my ear, "You look really fucking sexy."
"Yes sir," I smiled at him before kissing him softly. "You always had a thing for me looking like a pin-up huh?" I asked.
"Pin-ups are classy," he smirked before turning his attention back to Holden who was looking up at us impatiently, his arms raised like he wanted someone to pick him up.
I watched as he picked our son up, who promptly took his dad's hat and put it on. I smiled watching them interact as I got Holden's overnight bag.
Who would have thought the runaway and the junkie would find peace?
End note: Wanna see Kitten's dress? Here you go - http:/images(dot)pinupgirlclothing(dot)com/insets/violet-dress-pink-black(dot)jpg