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SilverTiger · 06-14-2014, 09:50 AM

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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

Natasha’s eyes darted every minute or two to look down at the child in the stroller who seemed to be sleeping peacefully. A fact she was grateful for. When they came to her parent’s house she knew the little one would be carried and cooed with so much that sleeping would be out of the question. It would be nice though. Her mother was nicer than usual to everyone in the family and Tasha was going to savour every moment until her mother changed attitude again. It was inevitable.

Catching a glance at her watch she wondered why her husband was taking so long and when Izzy would arrive to the park. Her sister had wanted to come see the little one before the big family get together where a chance to take a peek at the baby would be limited. Tasha was just pulling up the blankets around her son when Dorian finally arrived with the coffee. Accepting the cup from him she said quietly. "He is sleeping. I doubt he'll get much sleep at my mothers. Did you see Izzy on your way here?"

Even from a distance, Dorian had been able to sense the impatience and the simple concern over their child. It was rather sweet, really, and once again he’d spent a second thinking about how he hadn’t expected to ever get this. To get a family and happiness, after his first chance had gotten brutally torn away long before. He’d been solitary ever since, but now he had Natasha and the baby. It was still taking some getting used to, even though he had been with her for a few years now. Just the permanence was new, and the even more important need to protect them. To protect what he’d been given, yet he also wanted the normalcy. He didn’t want to continue always looking over his shoulder and expecting Gabriel to appear and take everything from him. Even the bizarre pleasantries of Tasha’s mother qualified as normal compared to that; she wasn’t a threat.

A slight smile had crossed his face as he’d come up next to the bench, watching as she’d pulled the blankets up around their son. At least one of them didn’t have to worry about the weather, although the coffee was helping. He’d taken a sip from his cup as he’d listened to the answer to his question, along with other questions for him. “Unfortunately, I didn’t see her on my way here. Possibly she’s running late?,” he replied, letting his grey eyes scan the area for the figure of his sister-in-law even as he’d spoken. Wes and Izzy had kids of their own, so it was highly possible that was what had kept her. “I can’t disagree with you, either. He may as well get sleep while he can,” he added, glancing back down at the stroller. There would be entirely too much fussing over his son once they arrived at her parents’ house. Even he wasn’t particularly looking forward to that.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,200 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Quote: Originally Posted by Nordic Witch Natasha’s eyes darted every minute or two to look down at the child in the stroller who seemed to be sleeping peacefully. A fact she was grateful for. When they came to her parent’s house she knew the little one would be carried and cooed with so much that sleeping would be out of the question. It would be nice though. Her mother was nicer than usual to everyone in the family and Tasha was going to savour every moment until her mother changed attitude again. It was inevitable. Catching a glance at her watch she wondered why her husband was taking so long and when Izzy would arrive to the park. Her sister had wanted to come see the little one before the big family get together where a chance to take a peek at the baby would be limited. Tasha was just pulling up the blankets around her son when Dorian finally arrived with the coffee. Accepting the cup from him she said quietly. "He is sleeping. I doubt he'll get much sleep at my mothers. Did you see Izzy on your way here?" Even from a distance, Dorian had been able to sense the impatience and the simple concern over their child. It was rather sweet, really, and once again he’d spent a second thinking about how he hadn’t expected to ever get this. To get a family and happiness, after his first chance had gotten brutally torn away long before. He’d been solitary ever since, but now he had Natasha and the baby. It was still taking some getting used to, even though he had been with her for a few years now. Just the permanence was new, and the even more important need to protect them. To protect what he’d been given, yet he also wanted the normalcy. He didn’t want to continue always looking over his shoulder and expecting Gabriel to appear and take everything from him. Even the bizarre pleasantries of Tasha’s mother qualified as normal compared to that; she wasn’t a threat. A slight smile had crossed his face as he’d come up next to the bench, watching as she’d pulled the blankets up around their son. At least one of them didn’t have to worry about the weather, although the coffee was helping. He’d taken a sip from his cup as he’d listened to the answer to his question, along with other questions for him. “Unfortunately, I didn’t see her on my way here. Possibly she’s running late?,” he replied, letting his grey eyes scan the area for the figure of his sister-in-law even as he’d spoken. Wes and Izzy had kids of their own, so it was highly possible that was what had kept her. “I can’t disagree with you, either. He may as well get sleep while he can,” he added, glancing back down at the stroller. There would be entirely too much fussing over his son once they arrived at her parents’ house. Even he wasn’t particularly looking forward to that. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥