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Everyone's been cleaned up, and is safe and snug in warm pajamas, settled down in the big bed.

Nymphadora's horribly tired, but too euphoric and too busy grinning like an idiot to sleep.

Date: 2006-01-11 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
At least he's not come to see Anthony himself.





Yet.

Sunny is still studying Anthony. "Sunny hold?"

Date: 2006-01-11 11:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
She looks down at Anthony very seriously.

And when he lifts a tiny hand, her mouth drops open.

Sunny stares for a moment, and then starts rambling in Sunny Speak, which she hasn't used for a long time, now.

Because her siblings always understand Sunny Speak.

They're good. Sometimes Ber'd turns red and it's time to run and hide the glitter, but they're good and they take care of us. They're good. And they don't leave. Not for good. Not yet. And when they do, I'm here. And I won't leave ever. I'm your sister. And as long as you have your siblings, you're home. So you and I just need each other, and we're home. So it's okay. Hi. I'm Sunny. Hi.

Date: 2006-01-12 12:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Oh.

Just.

Oh.

Bernard's got to hide his eyes in Nymphadora's hair for more than a minute, at this.

Because Sunny's Daddy always understands Sunny Speak, too.

He takes a shaky breath, then leans forward, careful not to upset the toddler and the infant, and kisses his daughter on the temple, one hand coming up to cup the back of her head with care.

And if a bit of salt water drips on her hair, well. Um. It's spray. From. The sea. Right.

Date: 2006-01-12 12:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
Of course it is.

Sunny doesn't even notice her daddy, just staring at her new brother.

It's okay. This place, too. Cause. Um. Well. At times the world can seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe us when we say there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events, may, in-fact be the first steps of a journey. My mommy told me that. In a letter. I don't have it. But it's true. Not Dora. Other Mommy. But Dora's my mummy now, just like yours.



I'll still feed you to the demon bunny if you touch my things.

But it's okay. No, really. It is.

Cause you're home.

Date: 2006-01-12 12:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
She very, very carefully bends over and kisses Anthony's forehead.

"Wanna keep holding."

Date: 2006-01-12 12:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Anthony blinks and makes a soft babygrunt.

He seems to approve.

Bernard smiles, and brushes a wisp of hair back off Sunny's forehead.

"That's fine. But if your arms get tired, you let us know. His neck isn't strong, and he's not all that light."

Date: 2006-01-12 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
"Kay." Absently.

She won't get tired.

Not ever.

"Hi baby," she croons. "Hi, Anfony."

My brother. My brother.

She looks as proud as if she'd been involved in bringing him into the world as much as anyone else.

Date: 2006-01-12 12:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
"Love Mummy too," not looking up.





"Anfony wants a fox."

Like the one in the bar.

Hint hint.

"He told me."

Date: 2006-01-12 12:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Ah, but Sunny wouldn't like it if Anthony got a fox when he asked, and Sunny didn't.

Anyway.

"No, I don't think so," Bernard murmurs easily.

Date: 2006-01-12 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
This is true.

But Anfony would share, we're certain.

"He does this a lot," she informs Anthony sadly.

Date: 2006-01-12 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
She leans over and whispers, "Angel one wif soft touch."

NO ONE ELSE CAN HEAR OBVIOUSLY.

Date: 2006-01-12 01:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
...That sounds vaguely dirty.

"Oh, right. Because he's the one who's always carrying chocolate." He blinks. "That reminds me. Anthony can't have big person food, okay? Not even chocolate. So, no feeding it to him while our backs are turned."

Date: 2006-01-12 01:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
"No feedin'," solemnly.

"Ber'd? Anfony sleep wif Sunny?"

She doesn't look like she's letting go of the kid anytime soon.

Date: 2006-01-12 01:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
"...Kay."

Someday, likely, Dora will find her son in the Office. Possibly without having been told he was being taken there.

Date: 2006-01-12 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"...But once he's big enough, you can have sleepovers on the weekends."

And, ideally, they can have sleepovers in other people's houses entirely. What a novelty!

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