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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Nov 20, 2021 18:53:28 GMT
November 1st, 2005 2021
After months on the other side, where he could literally do nothing, and a handful more of easing back into work where his load was only half of what it had been in that gone misty world of the *before*, he should have been well rested. However, when you had a hobgoblin who had inherited her momma’s voice living according to Jupiter’s shockingly short day cycle, well rested was a concept very much of the past.
The shrieks had cut through the baby monitor hours before dawn. One hand slapped out to silence it, the other patting Freyja back into bed. Yawning hard enough to have his jaw cracking Theo had padded through the small apartment to retrieve Hazel. What had followed was an hour of pacing the apartment with her. Jiggling, swaying, even resulting to singing in the end to try and lull her off to sleep. Twice he thought he’d been close enough to it to start settling her down but the minute he got her halfway down to the mattress in her crib that tiny, perfect face had crumpled again. Another lap or three, the Beatles’ ‘You Really Got a Hold On Me’ mumbling out in a way that had him wincing at times as he hit a bum note. How it was keeping Hazel quiet in his arms was beyond him, those hazel eyes that reflected his own too blinking owlishly up at him while a tiny fist closed on his t-shirt. A death grip that warned what would happen if he dared set her down again.
Eventually, when the clock had hit time for a bottle and he’d fed her, she’d gone under again. Rosebud mouth pursed, sleeping with a fierceness and intensity only babies ever seemed to be able to manage. Theo had backed himself out of the room slowly, breathing a sigh of relief. Dawn wouldn’t be far off but he could squeeze in an hour more at least. He’d stolen back to bed, murmured assurances whispered in Freyja’s air as he’d pulled the covers back over them.
He’d gotten close to three in the end before Hazel’s day had started again when another shriek. Freyja had her this time, the trade off giving each of them at least a tiny bit more sleep. Tiny being the operative word as the adorable little terrorist held them to ransom with those chubby hands clutched tight around their hearts.
Now, showered, feeling human enough that he could at least pour coffee into to-go cups, his heavily dosed with sugar, Theo played the jiggling game with his daughter again. That fuzzy head lolling against his shoulder. With any luck she’d be asleep the minute they started pushing her in the stroller. It was meant to be a sure fire way, wasn’t it? The advice had flooded in thick and fast from his parents, Freyja’s family, in a rambling email from Nixon that piled on congratulations, all the while giving him instructions on the best ways to raise one’s offspring. One’s offspring, like his fiancée had whelped some hairless little creature that’d soon grow teeth and claws and go out there into the wilderness on its own. Maybe not so far from the truth with the teeth and claws. One day Hazel would become something and then their whole world would shift sideways again.
Looking up as footsteps padded towards the kitchen, Theo grinned, hooking both cups on one finger. ”Look at that,” he crooned. ”Your momma’s all ready to go, and looking pretty as a picture.” He leaned down, pressed quirked lips to Freyja’s. ”I’ve got the diaper bag ready, the bottle, an extra onesie. I think I managed to pack daddy’s sanity in there but that’s still debatable…You set?” A stroll around the town, that was all. A chance for the three of them to get out of the apartment after those first few weeks of trying to get settled into this brave new world. Eventually they’d head back into the other, trying to get those two parts of their lives to marry up. What and who they’d been, what and who they were now when grim determination and that all consuming love were warring for what was gonna get them through the next 18 years.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Dec 8, 2021 21:25:16 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━ LIFE CHANGED WHEN YOU had kids. That was an obvious and undeniable fact; Freyja knew it already, but she never knew how true it was until they had Hazel. She was pretty sure the last time Theo saw her naked, she was crying and changing an adult diaper full of various coloured liquids she’d rather not think about again. And not just that━she could not count how many hours she’d slept in the last week. It was less than ten for sure, but Freyja was barely coherent enough to walk from the bedroom to the kitchen, let alone try to think about how little she’d been unconscious. And, when she did sleep, it was this state somewhere between awake and dead to the world and not satisfying whatsoever. They were almost through two months of this, and it never seemed to get easier. Anytime she doubted or worried, though, Theo was there, and she never wanted to think about what life would’ve been like if they hadn’t been blessed as they were. She counted each moment as lucky, but that didn’t change her exhaustion.
Grim was gone now, too. Part of her wondered if he’d waited to meet Hazel or until Theo came back━until Freyja wouldn’t be alone. Fourteen years she’d had him; he was by her side through all the major events in her life. In the end, he was in too much pain, though, and she’d been in Theo’s arms at the vet, one hand buried in Grim’s fur, saying her goodbyes as the light in his eyes faded. The hole in her heart was packed tightly with Hazel━not much else could exist in a life with a newborn, anyway.
Another night with unfulfilling sleep, a few hours crept in while Theo took the first shift, though she eventually had to drag herself up and over to Hazel’s room. Every time she cooed to her daughter, she always ended up asking why Theo found this so much easier━“You’ve got a favourite already, huh? Don’t wanna stop cryin’ for me? Without me, you wouldn’t get fed, y’know that, right?” The questions forced that confused little look on Hazel’s face, eyebrows that were more wrinkle than hair squished together, a look of intense focus until she gave in. “Don’t worry,” Freyja always whispered, “He’s my favourite, too… ‘til you came along. And if it came down to you and I, I’d put my money on you, lovey,” And kissed the smoothed tufts of hair sprinkling Hazel’s forehead. Freyja often sat and held Hazel to her chest, letting them both settle to the quiet thump-thump-thump of Freyja’s heart.
At some point it became morning, but how many hours it had been between rocking Hazel back to sleep and coming into the kitchen was lost on her. Theo was there, with their baby and… “Coffee.” Freyja groaned, diving at the cups with no focus spared for his impending kiss or their daughter. She was sure he was lying, as well, what with the state her face and hair was in when she looked in the mirror━then promptly ignored. “Yeah, yeah,” Grinning despite her eye-roll, Freyja plucked one cup from his hand and offered them both a smooch. “Never trust your dad’s taste, kiddo,” She murmured while on her toes to peck Hazel’s head. “Thinks you’re gorgeous even though you poop everywhere, thinks I’m gorgeous even when I have an alfalfa sprout on top of my head.” Snickering, she flashed Theo another grin.
“Ready.” Freyja nodded, stepping away to grab the stroller from its spot and set it up, stuffing the diaper bag into the compartment designed for it. “I’d say if you got any sanity at all, you’d better start sharin’.” Chuckling into another mouthful of coffee, she let Theo worry about strapping Hazel in, tucked her mug into the cupholder, and set out for their adventure━one she was sure would be cut short by some sort of baby disaster.
Breathing in the crisp autumn air once they were embraced by it, Freyja let her head tip back, that loose and messy blonde bun flopping back at the shift. She smiled and focused it back on Theo once her eyes were open again. “Wow, it feels like I’ve gone twenty years without the sun. We’re like cave people now.” Smirking as they walked, Freyja leaned over the stroller to catch a glimpse of Hazel. “She’s like an itsy bitsy bug getting thrown out in a cup.” She raised her voice as if Hazel could understand her at all, every word coated in baby-speak. “You’re lucky you didn’t get squished, though, am I right?”
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THEO DAMASCA
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Dec 20, 2021 18:52:44 GMT
November 1st, 2005 2021
Most parents crabbed about those sleepless nights in the first couple of months. Winced admissions to others who’d gone through it, grumblings of crawling from bed five times a night, the ear piercing screams, the uh-oh pat on the tooshie checks when that squirm and mini-grunt came, necessitating not just a change of baby but a wardrobe change for the parent when it was a real uh-oh. Theo would’ve had it a thousand times tougher and still not crabbed. He’d nearly not been able to help with this.
How would it’ve been hovering there while Freyja shuffled in to the baby, grief and sleeplessness nights pooling shadows beneath those fierce green eyes? Unable to sweep his wailing daughter up out of her crib, to nestle with her sucking sleepily at the bottle, his hand patting lightly at her small back as it did as he now watched her momma staggered out of their room.
They’d both seen the future bleak, him forever trapped on the other side of an invisible wall, Freyja here raising their daughter alone – and it would have been in a way, despite all the people in their lives who would’ve gathered around. A scant handful of sleep and a new found tolerance of body fluids in comparison to all of that was worth it. A life, with the woman he loved and their daughter, so much more on the horizon, promise now there to grab in both hands. So much more than he thought he’d ever have. It left Theo grinning at Freyja’s single minded dive for the coffee he held out to her. This was all he’d wanted and now he had it, caffeine-deprived grouching and all.
Theo clucked his tongue lightly, glancing down into those heavy lidded hazel eyes that were just like his. He ducked his head slightly, whispering straight into the baby’s ear as he wrapped his hand carefully around his own single cup now. ”I don’t think she believes me. Such a doubter,” he chided lightly. His lips were curled against hers though. ”Hey, her daddy’s got great taste. It got him this little future opera singer after all.” Dipping slightly, he offered her up her momma. Two fingers peeled off of the cup he tugged lightly at a lock of mussed blonde hair before he smoothed it down with his knuckles. ”That just proves how deep my love is, and – I think – I’m getting pretty immune to all the mess. She’s gonna grow up of the nuclear waste stage eventually right?” Humming lightly, he squinted at his daughter. Stages to it all, none to be missed even if mommy and daddy weren’t exactly your textbook parents.
Normal was overrated – even if he continued to want a taste of it.
Making a light buzzing sound with his mouth like a jet engine, Theo swept Hazel down into the stroller. Practised by now he got her all strapped in, kicking feet covered by the drape of a blanket, a kiss pressed to a fuzzy head as those near invisible brows and that little mouth puckered like a protest was about to be thrown out. ”I think I’ve got enough for both of us,” he promised. Backing up, he’d opened the door, guzzled coffee on the way down to the street.
He didn’t think twice about throwing a right as they left the apartment building, or about any turn after. Just random choice, no plan here to see at all. The corners of Theo’s mouth curved as he watched Freyja suddenly bloom like a flower put out into the light. Head stretching back, smile growing, mama glowing. ”We better keep her in the light, we don’t want her growing up like her Uncle Nixon, all pale and wormy, yuck.” Theo pretended to shudder as he eased in close to Freyja’s side, his arm eased around her shoulders as she came back up from charming their daughter. ”The only squishing she’s getting is with all those smooshing hugs, you’re too adorable otherwise kiddo.” Just like her momma and in the weeks since Hazel had been born he’d been glad to be holed up with the two of them. Precious time given to settle into his miracle with the two of them without work pulling at him.
A tilt of his head indicated the next turn, a guiding hand on the handle of the stroller. They were heading towards the edges of town, stretches of green growing between the houses, bigger lots, scattered signs of kids in abandoned bikes and jungle gyms peeking out around the fringes of yards. ”I’ve been thinking about that,” Theo said lightly, guilelessness filling hazel eyes. ”How adorable she is … how I’d do this a half dozen times over. About how incredible she is.” He slipped his hand into his pocket, closed them around the bunch of keys in his pockets. ”The apartments would be a little too small for that, right? Like you’d end up the old woman in the shoe?” They’d end up the old couple in the shoe, kids stacked high because he wanted this with her so bad – kids stacked, thousands of mornings watching Freyja staggering out of the bedroom, ready to slaughter with that razor tongue and those eyes. His love.
He tugged at the handle of the stroller, turning it with a bump of the heel of his hand onto the path leading up to one of those houses. Low, ranch style, sprawling back from the road with that spread of garden around it and a swing already visible at the side of the house.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
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“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Dec 28, 2021 20:14:06 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━ “UNCLE NIXON?” FREYJA LAUGHED, looking up at Theo with a raised brow. She didn’t quite grasp the whole non-family being referred to as family thing; Theo was quite literally her closest friend other than Beth at the office, which… didn’t feel as sad as it sounded. But she liked Nixon; sometimes she thought they were friends more than Theo and Nixon were, and so she’d let it slide. “Right, we’ll keep her in the sun, but dunk her in a bucket of sunscreen each time. I don’t know if that Redneck Sun Resistance is hereditary.” Freyja chuckled, squishing into Theo’s side as he came close, shifting that look of adoration straight from their daughter to him. They probably looked like the cutest, happiest little family walking along that sidewalk, and, more than anything, it felt like they were.
She welcomed Theo’s hand joining hers on the stroller, let him take the lead down the sidewalks towards the nicer, quieter part of town. Freyja sometimes dreamed about living somewhere in the area, and perhaps when things were a little more settled, they’d be able to talk about it. Shifting her hand over the back of Theo’s, Freyja idly ran the pads of her fingers over his knuckles, leaning down to give his forearm a playful little bite━simply because it was so readily available.
‘I’ve been thinking about that,’
Green eyes slipped up Theo’s face, over that caveman beard that never seemed to turn her off no matter how long they stayed locked inside, twinkling with her love for them. She could see it in his eyes now, too, love for the daughter who’d been named for them, and the desire to have a dozen more. Freyja felt it as well, and knew that even with all these sleepless nights and aches and pains, there was no way they’d stop at one or even just two.
“We.” She corrected firmly, “But yeah, once we’re married and I stop putting ice packs in my underwear, then we’ll get cookin’━hey!” Freyja puffed as he used his grip on the stroller to completely change their direction, and, no matter what the situation, she hated to relinquish power. She could only grumble for a moment, immediately distracted by where they were going. Did Theo know the people who lived here? What in the hell━
“Okay, all those jokes about robbing houses were funny ‘til we had a kid.” Freyja puffed, trying to slow their pace and create some sort of a drag to keep Theo at bay, but they were moving whether she liked it or not. “Seriously, Theo, what the hell are you doing? We can’t just walk into somebody’s house like this.” Freyja hissed, her voice lowering to a sharp whisper, eyes ticking around nervously for somebody who might see them.
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Jan 29, 2022 18:46:40 GMT
November 1st, 2005 2021
Nixon had been locked in a cold war with him ever since they’d been graduate students. Locking horns with every chance for reward or progression, blue eyes narrowing behind the milk bottle lenses of his glasses, mouth pinching thin. Suspicion rolled off of the guy thick enough for them to have made him King of the Tin Foil brigade but the moment he’d gotten back and Freyja had waddled into the office with him, both of them moving as though they were fragile enough to shatter the look he’d fixed them with had changed. Frank had told him about the interrogations while he was gone, hoarse laughter tinged with hysteria rolling out that night they’d sat in the living room to tear down the lies that had hidden this other world from him for so long. Nixon had tried to get to the bottom of things but as he had in every other way somehow Theo had continued to thwart him.
Undoubtedly there was still suspicion roiling in the man’s gut when he brought in some sort creepy ‘traditional to his family’ toy for Hazel – ’you really didn’t have to get her … is that a doll?’ – but it’d settled to the point where the cold war had gone stale and Nixon had actually come for dinner twice. Hazel, the glorious little stinker she was, throwing up on him the second time. Theo shrugged, rolling his eyes as he did. ”Creepy uncle Nixon, who we never leave her on her own with,” he adjusted. Making a low sound of agreement at the observation, Theo smacked a kiss against her temple. He kept his lips there a moment as he walked, footing sure enough he wasn’t about to drive them straight into the side of a car. ”She’s got your nose, your ears, your voice. She’s gonna be just fine taking after her mama that way too.” A reassurance he felt he needed to hear daily, or at least repeat to himself like a mantra.
Life wasn’t about to be lived in the fear of what lay outside the little bubble they’d carefully rebuilt since Cory had brought him back. They would shield Hazel – with copious amounts of sunblock and the abilities of two parents who had seen what the world could do if you had inherited things stranger than hazel eyes or dimples – but they wouldn’t let their kid live in the sort of fear the two of them had while he’d been gone.
Don’t let life pass you by, not when tomorrow wasn’t ever guaranteed. Don’t avoid grabbing those chances that came your way. Tell the people you loved that you did often, take those moments with your fiancée and daughter. If some part of you felt a little breathless while you were doing these things – all the better.
Theo felt it now as he settled his hand on the stroller, that tingle rising up from his feet to settle in his chest as he started to explain. The lead in tumbled out slower than they were walking, timed with the block they still had to go. He laughed, those nerves growing teeth sharp as Freyja’s as she bent down for a nibble. Theo clucked his tongue, flicked a finger from the handle of the stroller to snare Freyja’s. She listened for a moment, green eyes lifting to his, filled with that warmth and love that’d shone through even that wall that had been between them like rays of the sun. He could bask in it for an eternity, smiled at it now as he felt like it like sun on his skin. ”How we’d do it a half dozen times over,” he adjusted with a drawl. There was a hitch to his smile, a wince at what he knew had gone on down there to bring their daughter into the world. ”We’re waiting til I get you down the aisle huh?” Theo clucked his tongue like they’d been stymied but it was all laid out in front of him, each step just willing to be taken together.
The first down the path to the house was his, the protest instantly going up from Freyja. Theo pursed his lips, brows hitching as he nudged the stroller and Freyja a little harder, fighting the tide of her trying to put on the breaks. ”Now you’re worried about a little jail time?” he asked. He laughed, tipping his head out towards the woods where Frank’s house lay now that much further away. ”Six to nine months for B and E might not be so bad. We’ll get some sleep at least and I’m pretty sure Frank couldn’t screw her up too bad before we get let out on good behaviour. Anyway, she’s good cover, aren’t ya kiddo?” He craned forward, looking down at the dozy little bundle all nestled in the stroller.
He finally stopped at the door, letting go of the stroller to step in front of it. Pulling the keys from his pocket, Theo made a show of picking through them slowly. He looked up, feigned confusion in his eyes for a moment before he plucked the key out. His smile went sharp, looking at her through his lashes. ”I’m pretty sure that having the keys means you can. Bring her inside in the stroller, I’m not sure how safe the neighbourhood is with all these thieves poking around.” The key slipped easy enough into the lock, the door swinging open to reveal the living room beyond. It was still set up like the family was living there but come tomorrow the family who’d sold up for something smaller with two of the kids flying the nest now would start packing up, carefully peeling away the layers of their lives here to make room for theirs. ”There’s some toys set up out back, four bedrooms and a home office that might do for another if they’re not willing to share. Kitchen’s through there …” Turning in the space, Theo felt those nerves spark in his stomach. Any minute now the wheels spinning away behind those sharp eyes would engage and she’d threaten to kill him at the very least.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Mar 1, 2022 17:16:47 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━ CONFUSION LAID THICK AS Theo sorted through his keys, giving her that stupid look like he didn’t know what was going on when Freyja knew full well that he did. She narrowed her eyes at him, belly bubbling with those nerves that forced her to think about actually seeing the inside of a cell. But Theo wouldn’t━he was supposed to be the worrywart out of the two of them, with Freyja pushing him into risky situations to see if he’d bend or snap. She didn’t like it when it was the other way around, and this was serious, if they━
After another quick glance around the neighbourhood, Freyja’s green eyes━wrought with worry and a bit of irritation━flicked back to Theo just in time to see him slipping a key into the lock. Furrowing her brow again, she didn’t even have the brainpower to lend to his joke━not that she would laugh anyway; he was being a little shit and didn’t deserve it. With little effort, she got the stroller over and through the threshold by shifting the weight to one set of wheels at a time, careful not to wake Hazel. Just because Theo had the keys didn’t mean she wanted to set off their alarm-shaped baby.
Slowly, it dawned on her. Freyja blamed her parenting brain or whatever those baby books called it (which doctors referred to as a lack of sleep) as they rolled into the house slowly, eyes glazing across all its features. The sunken living room looked nice, though she’d definitely go with black leather instead of brown━it would blend better, and dog hair (when they got another) wouldn’t stick to it. Hmm, or maybe a lighter beige, and repaint the walls… okay, no, she was upset about him making this decision without her. The lacking ‘For Sale’ sign out front and the fact that Theo already had the keys meant he’d done it. What an asshole. If she wasn’t so taken aback and swelling with love and adoration, she would’ve reacted sooner, but it was a nice house.
As she followed him to the kitchen, Freyja stopped to stare at it, considering the updates she might make. It had an older style to it, but the cabinets had obviously been repainted and refreshed, and all the outlets looked new. The induction stove and sleek oven were another hint of that━updated but not without that cold, modern style of millennial homes. Finally, she blindly raised a hand and backhanded him on the arm, turning her chin up to glare at Theo after another moment of adoration for their new home… not that she’d get much use out of the kitchen. “You’re such a dick!” Freyja snapped, momentarily forgetting about the sleeping baby in the stroller. Flashing him an angry look, as if Theo was the one to yell and disrupt her, she shifted around to check on Hazel, finding she’d (thankfully) only stirred a bit and was right back asleep. Leaning back up, Freyja grumbled, “You’re fuckin’ lucky.” At Theo before turning and slipping into the kitchen, walking the space between counters.
“Why didn’t you say anythin’?” She asked, voice soft this time, lifting a hand to gently touch the cupboards before tugging one open, raising her brows at a stack full of dishes. “We should get Correll plates, too.” Freyja muttered, figuring it was better that Theo had gotten the hard part out of the way━she was just too damn tired to meet with banks and see a bazillion houses she didn’t like. He’d picked perfectly, but she wasn’t letting him get away with it just yet.
“You think four bedrooms for the kids is gonna be enough?” Freyja dipped her head to peer at Theo from below the cupboards, quirking one brow. “Counting the office, ‘cause we gotta sleep somewhere, too.” And there was a hint━just a hint━of a smile on her face when she said it.
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Mar 20, 2022 17:56:05 GMT
November 1st, 2005 2021
It had been a risk, just the first in a long line he was planning on taking. Taking out a mortgage without a word to his fiancée, a financial weight that was gonna hang over his head like an anvil until he moved out of the apartment and put it on the market. Putting his aesthetic taste and practical mindedness on the line here. Theo had considered dragging Frank in on this just to have another set of eyes on it but Frank’s taste was … functional … at best. His place was neat, maybe to the nth degree, but it wasn’t exactly the kind of home you’d be raising half a dozen kids in. He’d wanted a home for them, some place they could fill with the life they’d almost had taken from them.
Nerves bit under the amusement as he finally picked the right key out, unlocking the door as Freyja seemed to dart another anxious glance around. Exhaustion had made him a little more reckless with this maybe but the minute he’d scrawled his signature across the dotted line in the real estate office something had clicked in his chest. Of course, he thought, with an inward wince, something – someone – could end up roasting the same spot if he’d misjudged all of this.
Theo stood out on the threshold as Freyja manoeuvred the stroller in, not risking waking Hazel up by scooping her out. A shrieking baby would put a sharp edge on his revelation rather than the silky glide he’d hoped it would be. His teeth sank into his lower lip as he stepped in after her, studying Freyja as she studied the place that would be theirs – if it didn’t end up straight back on the market because he’d gotten this so damn wrong. He’d gone through it a half dozen times before that final yes. It needed work, there were things they’d change to make it theirs but the bones were there and that had seemed like all that would matter really.
Holding his breath, anticipating a whack to the back of his head – gentle enough that it wouldn’t wake the baby – Theo eased past the two women in his life to lead the way into the kitchen. This was where some work had already been done but he’d jiggle it, making it Freyja proof at least. ”Ow!” Theo let his mouth hang open as he turned on that near silent yelp. He pouted, somehow managing to keep the expression up as he pretended to clutch at his arm. His brows hitched at the snapped curse, hazel eyes cutting pointedly to their namesake. ”I was gonna argue but …. I’ll take it …” he said dryly, tipping his head back and forth like he was considering it. ”Lucky you love me and you’re halfway there on liking the house too.” A risky observation but Theo knew how that flash of temper was going to progress. Was almost sure of it.
He strolled close behind her, hands finding his pockets. She was getting there on the house, touching those bones, already putting together the meat she planned to put on them. Theo hummed lightly, nerves easing. ”With everything else happening I thought maybe I could shoulder a little something for us, find us a place that would be ours.” Shifting back and forth between the apartments as needed, trying to squeeze a baby into two spaces that had been great for singletons but they weren’t going back to that, not now. Pursing his lips at the unfamiliar name, Theo nodded. ”Correll plates, absolutely. I’m sure Frank’ll take anything we want to leave behind. He’s probably still eating off of metal trays and drinking out of canteens.” Bullshit, Frank had settled in his own way here but they’d find a home for it all as they dovetailed their lives together entirely.
Bingo.
Grinning like he knew he’d done right, Theo eased in, leaning down on the counter opposite so he was face to face with her from just a few inches away. He winged a brow, casting another glance at their sweetly sleeping future opera singer. ”How many are we planning on having? I figured we could probably double a couple up. Do twins run in your family anywhere?” That was all on Freyja, identical twins not an inherited thing and his part in the proceedings not affecting how many eggs popped at one time – all those years of studying biology made that bit clear at least. ”There’s a pretty big attic up top and room out back. We could keep tacking rooms on, turn it into a real Weasley type thing.” He hadn’t been entirely immune to the lure of the Harry Potter stuff as a kid, there’d been as much mania for it on base as there had been anywhere else. ”You like it.” No question there, just a certainty that Theo turned into a smiling kiss. He’d done right, even if there was still likely a little punishment to come for it.
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Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
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“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Mar 24, 2022 22:18:04 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━ “HALFWAY? YOU’RE ON THIN ice, pal.” Freyja snapped (in her hushed, baby’s-sleeping voice), sending Theo another little glare before she rounded the counter to check out the innards of the kitchen. It was sweet, really, that he’d taken on this burden alone, and Freyja trusted him enough to pick something that would work for all three of them. She wasn’t focused on aesthetics as much as good bones, and this house was old enough that she trusted its construction. Plus, who knew how long they’d be bustling back and forth between apartments before deciding on a house. Theo took on all the hard work━but that didn’t mean she would let him get away with it so easily.
She grinned back at him as soon as he’d bent to meet her eye, though she desperately tried to suppress it━he didn’t deserve to look so happy after what he’d done. “At least three. Maybe four. Who knows.” She shrugged as if the conversation was as plain as counting how many plates were in the cupboard. “No twins.” Freyja added, her smile turning mischievous, though it was completely outshined by pure joy as soon as he mentioned the Weasleys. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted, and she tried not to think about how Theo’s response couldn’t have been better━if she wasn’t sold already, that did it for her. Obviously, he knew her a little too well.
‘You like it.’
Freyja let him revel in it for a moment; broad smiles smushed together. She didn’t bother ruining it just yet, reaching up to hold his arm and keep him close. As soon as Freyja pulled away, though, she pinched the bicep under her fingers. “You better watch yourself.” Circling back around, she walked away without grabbing Hazel, peering at the sunken living room again before speaking over her shoulder at Theo, “Nice big livin’ room, plenty of space for a couch for you to sleep on.” Smirking, she added, “Get your daughter.” Before heading towards the stairs, eager to check out the rest of their house. He’d done good, and she’d be over it by the time they curled up in bed that night, but if Theo ever thought he’d hear the end of this, he was wrong. In sixty years, while they were arguing over something completely different, she planned to pull this out of her back pocket and use it as a stick to beat him with. It was only fair.
THEO DAMASCA | zee end
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