It's the Little Things
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morgynleriPrologue, Chapter 1, Interlude 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3, Interlude 2
Commentary: Any.
Chapter 4: Cereal on the Ceiling
Seattle, Washington
Speed woke with a start, wincing at the bright sunlight streaming in the window through sheeer yellow curtains. Something had dragged him out a fitful sleep... A wail came from across the hall, and he frowned, rubbing the back of his neck a moment before grabbing a pair of pants to put on, and padding out into the short hallway. He glanced down the stairs, hoping that Eric's frend was on her way up, and grimaced when he saw just empty stairs.
Shaking his head, he carefully opened the door to the other room, the wailing stopping briefly as he stepped in, Jeremy looking up at him with a teary-eyed face that scrunched up again a moment later
"Don't.. please.." Speed winced as Jeremy started to wail again, making his way to the crib, looking around the room as he crossed it. The walls were painted a deep rose, the quilt on the bed accented in the same shade. "Your mom really liked pink, didn't she?" Speed looked down at Jeremy a moment, before gingerly picking him up, not sure what to do with the kid.
The wailing quieted to whimpers as he shifted Jeremy to rest against his shoulder, as Jennifer had done at the airport the night before, and Speed let out a small sigh of relief.
"Let's go see if your..." Speed paused, uncertain of the relation between Jeremy and Jennifer. "Let's go see if Jennifer's awake, and let her deal with you, ok?" He looked down at Jeremy before heading down the stairs, glancing over to see if Eric had managed to sleep through the wailing that had woken him up.
"Great." Speed sighed, shaking his head, and turning down the hall. "No wonder I'm the only one awake." He glanced through the half-open door on the right, and shook his head. Dining room. And he doubted the arch beyond it would be a bedroom. Especially not with the aroma of brewing coffee drifting down the hall from it. "Right. Door on our left."
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Eric opened the door quietly, holding up a hand to keep Speed quiet until he closed the door behind him. "She's had a hard time getting to sleep. Thought maybe she'd get to sleep better if she had someone else there." He kept his voice low, wanting to let Jennifer sleep as long as possible. "What's up?"
"You mean you didn't hear the kid crying earlier?"
"Yeah. He woke me up." Eric shrugged, giving Speed a confused look. "Why?"
"What the heck are we supposed to do with him if she's not awake?" Speed glanced down as Jeremy shifted, the toddler twisting to look at Eric, a scowl on his little face.
"He just woke up. Maybe he needs his diaper changed, or he's hungry. Or he just wants attention." Eric took Jeremy, smiling at the kid to try to keep him from howling again. "I had to babysit some of my cousins when I was a kid. I'll change his diaper, and you see if there's some baby cereal or formula in the kitchen. He should be eating some solid food by now."
"Right." Speed scrubbed a hand across the back of his head as he made his way to the kitchen, pausing in the doorway to survey the room. "Where would someone put baby cereal?"
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Jennifer yawned, rolling over to look up at the ceiling as she opened her eyes. A giggle from the kitchen caught her attention before she could think about the day's event, and she frowned, looking over at her clock.
"Bloody hell." She sat up with a start, shaking her head as she reached for her bathrobe, wrapping it around her as she hurried from the room. Jeremy would have woken up over an hour ago... Jennifer paused in the doorway of the kitchen, trying hard not to laugh at the sight that met her eyes.
Jeremy giggled again, bringing his hand down into the puddle of cereal on his high-chair tray, Speed shielding his head as Eric ducked behind the fridge. Jennifer looked up, wincing at the speckles of beige on the white ceiling.
"You might care to get a shower, Mr. Speedle." Jennifer crossed her arms over her chest as Speed turned, fighting the grin threatening to spread across her face. "You look like you had a bad experience making a malted milk-shake. Did the blender lid come off again?" She gave him an innocent grin as he raised an eyebrow.
"Does he do this every morning?"
"Only when the person trying to feed him has never done so before." Jennifer shoved away from the archway, heading for Jeremy. "There's only one shower. Through my room, the open doorway. Feel free to use the shampoo and bodywash."
"Thanks." Speed grimaced, scraping off some of the sticky cereal off his hands as he headed for the hallway. "Oh, watch out for the puddle on the floor. He threw his bottle earlier."
"Lovely." Jennifer fixed Jeremy with an amused glare. "You are being quite the troublesome little boy for our guests, aren't you, Jeremy?"
He giggled, and held out messy hands to be picked up from his chair.
"You could have woken me up, Eric." Jennifer settled Jeremy on her hip, turning back to raise an eyebrow at him. "You didn't. Why?"
"You needed the sleep." Eric shrugged, carefully stepping around the puddle on the floor, reaching for the roll of paper towels on the counter. "I can clean up in here, let you get Jeremy ready for the day."
"Thank you." Jennifer freed one hand, resting it on his arm a moment. "I'm glad you came up here. It means a lot to me."
Chapter 2
Chapter 3, Interlude 2
Commentary: Any.
Seattle, Washington
Speed woke with a start, wincing at the bright sunlight streaming in the window through sheeer yellow curtains. Something had dragged him out a fitful sleep... A wail came from across the hall, and he frowned, rubbing the back of his neck a moment before grabbing a pair of pants to put on, and padding out into the short hallway. He glanced down the stairs, hoping that Eric's frend was on her way up, and grimaced when he saw just empty stairs.
Shaking his head, he carefully opened the door to the other room, the wailing stopping briefly as he stepped in, Jeremy looking up at him with a teary-eyed face that scrunched up again a moment later
"Don't.. please.." Speed winced as Jeremy started to wail again, making his way to the crib, looking around the room as he crossed it. The walls were painted a deep rose, the quilt on the bed accented in the same shade. "Your mom really liked pink, didn't she?" Speed looked down at Jeremy a moment, before gingerly picking him up, not sure what to do with the kid.
The wailing quieted to whimpers as he shifted Jeremy to rest against his shoulder, as Jennifer had done at the airport the night before, and Speed let out a small sigh of relief.
"Let's go see if your..." Speed paused, uncertain of the relation between Jeremy and Jennifer. "Let's go see if Jennifer's awake, and let her deal with you, ok?" He looked down at Jeremy before heading down the stairs, glancing over to see if Eric had managed to sleep through the wailing that had woken him up.
"Great." Speed sighed, shaking his head, and turning down the hall. "No wonder I'm the only one awake." He glanced through the half-open door on the right, and shook his head. Dining room. And he doubted the arch beyond it would be a bedroom. Especially not with the aroma of brewing coffee drifting down the hall from it. "Right. Door on our left."
Eric opened the door quietly, holding up a hand to keep Speed quiet until he closed the door behind him. "She's had a hard time getting to sleep. Thought maybe she'd get to sleep better if she had someone else there." He kept his voice low, wanting to let Jennifer sleep as long as possible. "What's up?"
"You mean you didn't hear the kid crying earlier?"
"Yeah. He woke me up." Eric shrugged, giving Speed a confused look. "Why?"
"What the heck are we supposed to do with him if she's not awake?" Speed glanced down as Jeremy shifted, the toddler twisting to look at Eric, a scowl on his little face.
"He just woke up. Maybe he needs his diaper changed, or he's hungry. Or he just wants attention." Eric took Jeremy, smiling at the kid to try to keep him from howling again. "I had to babysit some of my cousins when I was a kid. I'll change his diaper, and you see if there's some baby cereal or formula in the kitchen. He should be eating some solid food by now."
"Right." Speed scrubbed a hand across the back of his head as he made his way to the kitchen, pausing in the doorway to survey the room. "Where would someone put baby cereal?"
Jennifer yawned, rolling over to look up at the ceiling as she opened her eyes. A giggle from the kitchen caught her attention before she could think about the day's event, and she frowned, looking over at her clock.
"Bloody hell." She sat up with a start, shaking her head as she reached for her bathrobe, wrapping it around her as she hurried from the room. Jeremy would have woken up over an hour ago... Jennifer paused in the doorway of the kitchen, trying hard not to laugh at the sight that met her eyes.
Jeremy giggled again, bringing his hand down into the puddle of cereal on his high-chair tray, Speed shielding his head as Eric ducked behind the fridge. Jennifer looked up, wincing at the speckles of beige on the white ceiling.
"You might care to get a shower, Mr. Speedle." Jennifer crossed her arms over her chest as Speed turned, fighting the grin threatening to spread across her face. "You look like you had a bad experience making a malted milk-shake. Did the blender lid come off again?" She gave him an innocent grin as he raised an eyebrow.
"Does he do this every morning?"
"Only when the person trying to feed him has never done so before." Jennifer shoved away from the archway, heading for Jeremy. "There's only one shower. Through my room, the open doorway. Feel free to use the shampoo and bodywash."
"Thanks." Speed grimaced, scraping off some of the sticky cereal off his hands as he headed for the hallway. "Oh, watch out for the puddle on the floor. He threw his bottle earlier."
"Lovely." Jennifer fixed Jeremy with an amused glare. "You are being quite the troublesome little boy for our guests, aren't you, Jeremy?"
He giggled, and held out messy hands to be picked up from his chair.
"You could have woken me up, Eric." Jennifer settled Jeremy on her hip, turning back to raise an eyebrow at him. "You didn't. Why?"
"You needed the sleep." Eric shrugged, carefully stepping around the puddle on the floor, reaching for the roll of paper towels on the counter. "I can clean up in here, let you get Jeremy ready for the day."
"Thank you." Jennifer freed one hand, resting it on his arm a moment. "I'm glad you came up here. It means a lot to me."
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Date: 2007-05-17 10:24 pm (UTC)Oh, btw, call me, dear, I have some questions for you.