The joys of being a parent
Apr 28, 2020 23:15:36 GMT -5
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Post by The Anarchist on Apr 28, 2020 23:15:36 GMT -5
"If I give you my phone number, will you call me?"
"Yes."
"Promise?"
"I promise. It'll be the first thing I do when I get home."
Destiny smiles at the sound of that and is all too excited to write the seven digits down on a torn piece of paper. This was a new experience for both of them and to anyone watching, it was crystal clear they were in love. There was an adorable charm to their chemistry as both were known for shyness.
"I'll stay near the phone. That way nobody but else answers it. Kay?"
Jason nods. He reads her number and chuckles. "867-5309?"
"Huh?"
"That's what you wrote. Guess that sorta makes me Tommy Tutone, heh."
"I didn't write that!"
"You sure did. Says it right here in purple ink."
Let me see."
"No can do. What's done is done. I'll just have to take my chances."
He playfully hides the note from her in an effort to prevent the truth from being known as she tries to grab it. After some well placed tickling, she wrestles it out of his hand and shows him the error of his ways!
"Nice try, you silly goose!" She says while handing the note back to him.
"Promise you'll call me?"
"Absolutely. I'll even pinky swear to it."
She takes him up on that. After the teasing subsides, she can't get herself to leave. But there is a long hug between them.
"I'll talk to you soon, babe."
Oh my god! Did I just call him babe? Smooth move, Ex-Lax!
Destiny is quick to conceal her embarrassment by pulling her hoodie over her face. He wasn't put off by the pet name and if anything, it only added to how he felt. She's finally able to turn away and depart from the property. Jason looks her number over again and then tucks it in a pocket for safe keeping.
He kept his word and for many an hour, they talked. By the end of the call, they were officially a couple. His mental alarm clock now takes him away from the memory logged dream and wakes him to the start of a new day. Features of 1995 start to transition to 2020.
Whisking out of bed, he goes to greet his youngest child.
"Good morning, little miss sunshine!"
It was seven in the morning, which meant it was time to tend to the baby. Jason and Destiny had a schedule worked out in which they'd alternate days of who would be up with her. Today was his turn.
The infant's wide brown eyes surveyed her environment after a quick notice of which parent was in front of her. They return to her father after as he holds his hands out. A smile emerges around her binky and with it, excited hand and foot movements.
Jason gently lifts her up out of the crib, securing her against his right arm. A soft kiss is placed on her head and then it's off to another part of the house. Quietly of course. Melanie has her diaper changed and is then outfitted in a pink and white ensemble.
"Looking like a box of Good and Plenty, today." He muses. "Yes, you are!"
The thought of the candy made him shudder.
They take a small jaunt into the kitchen where she's placed in her high chair. There's a bit of smacking of the plastic tray as she watches and anticipates this part of the routine.
She's definitely not a fan of having her ears cleaned, evidenced by squirms and swats at his hands. Being fed, however, is a far better experience, one that she's happy to cooperate with. Even while she attempts to grab her binky so she can return it to her mouth. Dad has to wipe her mouth and finds the typical head turning, but she's good about not making a fuss.
Jason picks her back up and is talked to via babbling as she's placed in the living room with several toys and whatever children's program happens to be on TV. The infant watches intently at the bright colors and receives further positive stimuli with the chipper soundtrack.
Her attention is pulled to the toys within her reach. She makes an effort to pick them up just as Dad takes a seat on the couch. A plastic ball gets a bit of a taste test before she gravitates to a stuffed penguin. Jason takes a quick look at his email and comes across one from the company.
He's defending against Rick Majors at Living a Legacy.
Willard paired a groan with an eyeroll. On the plus side, he dodged the potential of having to wrestle three times in one night by losing the battle royal.
On the negative side, was this the prize for coming in fourth place? With his participation in the tournament gone, that definitively waved the suspension that had been in place for the Underground rules. So he expected a defense would be in the plans.
Rick Majors was a problem.
He faced him in a losing effort last year. But this year, he had in his possession the only PCW championship to be held by Rick Majors AS Rick Majors. Oh, sure, Rick twice carried the North American as Gabriel, but since he's all but erased that from his memory bank, he's left with the Underground. A title he also held while wrestling as Gabriel!
Rick had become more of a thornier problem than Nathan Saniti ever was. This without the use of poison dipped hatpins! No, Rick was what one would call a survivor. Attempted suicide couldn't beat him. A divorce couldn't beat him. Career threatening injuries couldn't beat him. Alcohol related stupors couldn't beat him. Rick Majors was a goddamn human cockroach. It didn't matter how many things tried to destroy him. He survived it all.
Even Jason Willard couldn't put him down for good! As seen last year. As seen at Trauma. Was there truly a way to beat Rick Majors? Not just for a victory in the record books, but in general. No doubt he wanted his title back and who better to take it from than his nemesis and former ally?
Willard thought about what Rick has said about his perverting the bible as Seromine. He thought to himself, "If I perverted the lies found in the big book of them, then that sort of made me a pimp, because Rick was prostituted to anyone who would listen!"
Well enough was enough. One of two things was going to be ended at Living a Legacy. Rick Majors or his run as Underground champion. Win or lose, there would be no second chance. He may think himself clever by having someone dress like his mother for a quick distraction, but a one on one was no battle royal.
For them, it was the latest battle in their war. Perhaps even the last.
Jason puts his phone away so he can give his complete attention to his daughter, who was currently in the process of standing herself up using one of the couch cushions. "You wanna come sit up here with Daddy?" He asks while holding his hands out. She looks them over before turning back to her toys and the characters on the show.
He decides to sit on the floor in order to further interact with her. Melanie gives some of the toys a push, but also appears receptive to her parent wanting to play. He offers encouragement and light talking in response to her babbling. Jason plays Baby Shark on his phone. As he sings along for her, she begins "dancing."
About this time, Destiny walks into the room to join them. He feigns a look of surprise, having spotted her first. "Look who's here, Mel. Is that Mommy shark? Hm? Is that Mommy shark?"
She's still slightly groggy as she crouches to say good morning. A kiss is exchanged with Jason and then one is given to the infant who in return gives her the same wide-eyed look over that she greeted Dad with. Her smile this time loosens the binky enough that it drops out of her mouth. Melanie promptly grabs it and then crawls for the toys again.
"Did you sleep ok?"
"For the most part, yeah. What time is it?"
He checks his watch. Well, his wrist, since he doesn't own a watch. But there is a clock on his phone. He checks that. "Shortly after eight."
"How's she been?" She asks while looking her over. Mel goes for pawing at her face and then gives a yawn.
"Hostile."
Destiny raises a suspicious eyebrow.
"It's true! Threw food in my eye. Turned my arm into her own personal biting post. Pulled my hair. That's not to say what was done with those toys!"
She grins while brushing a hand over her head. "You poor dear."
"I know, right? She's been good. A bit of a chatterbox this morning. Ate well."
"That's good. Any word on your next match?"
"Majors."
"Oh goody! Your favorite person to compete against, I'm sure."
"You know I never tire of hitting that Canadian punching bag. His face has a special relationship with my fists."
Destiny laughs.
"He could take the Underground title back, you know?"
"Well if he does, that would mean you'll be out of the division."
"But if he doesn't, I'm on to the next defense. Either way, I'll be ready for him and whatever underhanded tactics he has."
She changes subjects. "How come she's dressed up? Were you wanting to go somewhere?"
Jason looks. "I didn't even think about it. Want me to change her back into her other outfit?"
Destiny shakes her head. "Nah, she's fine."
Melanie looks at them after reaching for things that she can put into her mouth. It draws laughter from both parents. "Yes, we're watching you!"
"Yes."
"Promise?"
"I promise. It'll be the first thing I do when I get home."
Destiny smiles at the sound of that and is all too excited to write the seven digits down on a torn piece of paper. This was a new experience for both of them and to anyone watching, it was crystal clear they were in love. There was an adorable charm to their chemistry as both were known for shyness.
"I'll stay near the phone. That way nobody but else answers it. Kay?"
Jason nods. He reads her number and chuckles. "867-5309?"
"Huh?"
"That's what you wrote. Guess that sorta makes me Tommy Tutone, heh."
"I didn't write that!"
"You sure did. Says it right here in purple ink."
Let me see."
"No can do. What's done is done. I'll just have to take my chances."
He playfully hides the note from her in an effort to prevent the truth from being known as she tries to grab it. After some well placed tickling, she wrestles it out of his hand and shows him the error of his ways!
"Nice try, you silly goose!" She says while handing the note back to him.
"Promise you'll call me?"
"Absolutely. I'll even pinky swear to it."
She takes him up on that. After the teasing subsides, she can't get herself to leave. But there is a long hug between them.
"I'll talk to you soon, babe."
Oh my god! Did I just call him babe? Smooth move, Ex-Lax!
Destiny is quick to conceal her embarrassment by pulling her hoodie over her face. He wasn't put off by the pet name and if anything, it only added to how he felt. She's finally able to turn away and depart from the property. Jason looks her number over again and then tucks it in a pocket for safe keeping.
He kept his word and for many an hour, they talked. By the end of the call, they were officially a couple. His mental alarm clock now takes him away from the memory logged dream and wakes him to the start of a new day. Features of 1995 start to transition to 2020.
Whisking out of bed, he goes to greet his youngest child.
"Good morning, little miss sunshine!"
It was seven in the morning, which meant it was time to tend to the baby. Jason and Destiny had a schedule worked out in which they'd alternate days of who would be up with her. Today was his turn.
The infant's wide brown eyes surveyed her environment after a quick notice of which parent was in front of her. They return to her father after as he holds his hands out. A smile emerges around her binky and with it, excited hand and foot movements.
Jason gently lifts her up out of the crib, securing her against his right arm. A soft kiss is placed on her head and then it's off to another part of the house. Quietly of course. Melanie has her diaper changed and is then outfitted in a pink and white ensemble.
"Looking like a box of Good and Plenty, today." He muses. "Yes, you are!"
The thought of the candy made him shudder.
They take a small jaunt into the kitchen where she's placed in her high chair. There's a bit of smacking of the plastic tray as she watches and anticipates this part of the routine.
She's definitely not a fan of having her ears cleaned, evidenced by squirms and swats at his hands. Being fed, however, is a far better experience, one that she's happy to cooperate with. Even while she attempts to grab her binky so she can return it to her mouth. Dad has to wipe her mouth and finds the typical head turning, but she's good about not making a fuss.
Jason picks her back up and is talked to via babbling as she's placed in the living room with several toys and whatever children's program happens to be on TV. The infant watches intently at the bright colors and receives further positive stimuli with the chipper soundtrack.
Her attention is pulled to the toys within her reach. She makes an effort to pick them up just as Dad takes a seat on the couch. A plastic ball gets a bit of a taste test before she gravitates to a stuffed penguin. Jason takes a quick look at his email and comes across one from the company.
He's defending against Rick Majors at Living a Legacy.
Willard paired a groan with an eyeroll. On the plus side, he dodged the potential of having to wrestle three times in one night by losing the battle royal.
On the negative side, was this the prize for coming in fourth place? With his participation in the tournament gone, that definitively waved the suspension that had been in place for the Underground rules. So he expected a defense would be in the plans.
Rick Majors was a problem.
He faced him in a losing effort last year. But this year, he had in his possession the only PCW championship to be held by Rick Majors AS Rick Majors. Oh, sure, Rick twice carried the North American as Gabriel, but since he's all but erased that from his memory bank, he's left with the Underground. A title he also held while wrestling as Gabriel!
Rick had become more of a thornier problem than Nathan Saniti ever was. This without the use of poison dipped hatpins! No, Rick was what one would call a survivor. Attempted suicide couldn't beat him. A divorce couldn't beat him. Career threatening injuries couldn't beat him. Alcohol related stupors couldn't beat him. Rick Majors was a goddamn human cockroach. It didn't matter how many things tried to destroy him. He survived it all.
Even Jason Willard couldn't put him down for good! As seen last year. As seen at Trauma. Was there truly a way to beat Rick Majors? Not just for a victory in the record books, but in general. No doubt he wanted his title back and who better to take it from than his nemesis and former ally?
Willard thought about what Rick has said about his perverting the bible as Seromine. He thought to himself, "If I perverted the lies found in the big book of them, then that sort of made me a pimp, because Rick was prostituted to anyone who would listen!"
Well enough was enough. One of two things was going to be ended at Living a Legacy. Rick Majors or his run as Underground champion. Win or lose, there would be no second chance. He may think himself clever by having someone dress like his mother for a quick distraction, but a one on one was no battle royal.
For them, it was the latest battle in their war. Perhaps even the last.
Jason puts his phone away so he can give his complete attention to his daughter, who was currently in the process of standing herself up using one of the couch cushions. "You wanna come sit up here with Daddy?" He asks while holding his hands out. She looks them over before turning back to her toys and the characters on the show.
He decides to sit on the floor in order to further interact with her. Melanie gives some of the toys a push, but also appears receptive to her parent wanting to play. He offers encouragement and light talking in response to her babbling. Jason plays Baby Shark on his phone. As he sings along for her, she begins "dancing."
About this time, Destiny walks into the room to join them. He feigns a look of surprise, having spotted her first. "Look who's here, Mel. Is that Mommy shark? Hm? Is that Mommy shark?"
She's still slightly groggy as she crouches to say good morning. A kiss is exchanged with Jason and then one is given to the infant who in return gives her the same wide-eyed look over that she greeted Dad with. Her smile this time loosens the binky enough that it drops out of her mouth. Melanie promptly grabs it and then crawls for the toys again.
"Did you sleep ok?"
"For the most part, yeah. What time is it?"
He checks his watch. Well, his wrist, since he doesn't own a watch. But there is a clock on his phone. He checks that. "Shortly after eight."
"How's she been?" She asks while looking her over. Mel goes for pawing at her face and then gives a yawn.
"Hostile."
Destiny raises a suspicious eyebrow.
"It's true! Threw food in my eye. Turned my arm into her own personal biting post. Pulled my hair. That's not to say what was done with those toys!"
She grins while brushing a hand over her head. "You poor dear."
"I know, right? She's been good. A bit of a chatterbox this morning. Ate well."
"That's good. Any word on your next match?"
"Majors."
"Oh goody! Your favorite person to compete against, I'm sure."
"You know I never tire of hitting that Canadian punching bag. His face has a special relationship with my fists."
Destiny laughs.
"He could take the Underground title back, you know?"
"Well if he does, that would mean you'll be out of the division."
"But if he doesn't, I'm on to the next defense. Either way, I'll be ready for him and whatever underhanded tactics he has."
She changes subjects. "How come she's dressed up? Were you wanting to go somewhere?"
Jason looks. "I didn't even think about it. Want me to change her back into her other outfit?"
Destiny shakes her head. "Nah, she's fine."
Melanie looks at them after reaching for things that she can put into her mouth. It draws laughter from both parents. "Yes, we're watching you!"