[ mako. he loves and adores you, and you're the very best mom, but you also work 5 days a week and he has weathered far more tantrums and lost binkies than you. only difference is, other times? there's always been a spare. apple juice isn't going to work. ]
[ it's a really good thing they're texting, because he's doing the jiggle-walk and shooshing in yancy's ear, which means yancy's hollering in raleigh's ear, and he might be a little deaf after today. ]
raleigh isn't, though. he's sitting in the middle of the living room with a screaming yancy. and sure, he'd quieted for a little bit, long enough for raleigh to feed him. but other than that, it's been perpetual. he doesn't even get up to greet mako when she walks through the door, just waits for her to come and find them and then he wordlessly stands and deposits the screaming child in her arms.
Mako takes screaming Yancy and puts the pacifier in his mouth. Aside from the initial resistance, he takes to it and quiets down permanently, and after the whole temper thing, he's pretty tired, too, and she soothes him before putting him in his day-cot to rest, feeling incredibly guilty for subjecting Raleigh to the horror of an inconsolable baby. ]
actually, he's the best, but raleigh is having what is safe to call a bad day, and needs some time to himself. so he takes a walk; he goes to the local coffee shop and enjoys an espresso by the window. he orders another drip coffee to go, and a cheese danish when he's done, and returns home with the coffee in hand and still chewing.
raleigh feels incredibly better after that break, though maybe not better enough to smile or skip; he's not smiling or skipping when he reenters the house, though he does seek out mako (to complain to at length about their son, because jesus christ). ]
[ Mako's tidying up the house when he comes home, significantly less unhappy but still quite under the weather, and she doesn't blame him -- it really was a bad day, and a part of her feels guilty that she hadn't come home sooner to relieve him.
So she does her best and cleans up while he's gone, setting the clean dishes back onto the board and folding the clothes -- things Raleigh usually does because Mako's usually dead tired when she comes home.
She sets the stack of magazines straight on the coffee table before she goes over and wraps her arms around him. He can complain all he wants, she'll listen. ]
No, it didn't. To be fair, nothing will have prepared you for that.
[ mako is a saint and awesome and raleigh adores her, but he's still fussy. the wrapping of his arms around mako's shoulders in return comes belatedly, and with a sigh. but he doesn't spill coffee on her or anything, and he squeezes her like he needs to reaffirm that he's not mad at her, or even at yancy. it's not his fault he's ridiculously dependent on his binkie, it's theirs for not weening him off it. ]
I can't exactly blast our baby with a plasma canon, or use him to build a wall.
[ .......raleigh.
don't compare your baby to the tools of your other trade, it doesn't sound healthy. ]
[ at this point, raleigh is the saint, barring the whole comparing his baby to the tools of his other trade thing. Sometimes Mako forgets what he deals with at home, how he works to keep everything together while she brings home the bacon, and she only pauses to give him a lazy look of reproach. ]
No, you can't. [ But even then it's half-hearted at best, and she's cuddling into his embrace, feeling him squeeze her and heartened that the affection is returned. She doesn't like when he's angry with her, rare as it is. She tiptoes to kiss his cheek. ]
But maybe you should take a little break. Let me take care of him for awhile?
I — [ don't hate that idea at all, but there's a very important question to ask before he accepts her proposition. ]
How long is a while?
[ because their son is a handful. but he's a sweetheart.
he tries to feed raleigh his baby food and sits quietly on the couch with a few blocks while raleigh vacuums. you know all those times they call you and babble loving baby talk at you, mako? well, raleigh gets that 24/7 and wouldn't change it for the world. besides, who else is he going to sing the fresh prince of bel-air theme song to when it's just the two of them? ]
[ Mako instinctively notices, though, because as much as Raleigh's patience is strained by him, he doesn't really want to leave his son alone -- and Mako's going to have to be extra patient with Raleigh when Daycare Age happens and Yancy has to leave him to play with other little tots his age for the day. ]
You know that we're going to have to send him to daycare soon, right?
[ it's just... the prospect of no yancy day-in and day-out...
raleigh might cry. but he also might let himself be pulled into mako and comforted and soothed like a gigantic toddler but who can blame him, he spends all his time with one! ]
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[ because it's started. it's started. ]
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I love you?
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[ he's questioning his life decisions here. all of them. ]
Bring 10.
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Did you try giving him his apple juice?
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No.
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That bad?
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[ it's a really good thing they're texting, because he's doing the jiggle-walk and shooshing in yancy's ear, which means yancy's hollering in raleigh's ear, and he might be a little deaf after today. ]
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I'll be home in an hour. [ that is, if the house is still standing. ]
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raleigh isn't, though. he's sitting in the middle of the living room with a screaming yancy. and sure, he'd quieted for a little bit, long enough for raleigh to feed him. but other than that, it's been perpetual. he doesn't even get up to greet mako when she walks through the door, just waits for her to come and find them and then he wordlessly stands and deposits the screaming child in her arms.
dad needs a break. dad is going outside. ]
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Mako takes screaming Yancy and puts the pacifier in his mouth. Aside from the initial resistance, he takes to it and quiets down permanently, and after the whole temper thing, he's pretty tired, too, and she soothes him before putting him in his day-cot to rest, feeling incredibly guilty for subjecting Raleigh to the horror of an inconsolable baby. ]
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actually, he's the best, but raleigh is having what is safe to call a bad day, and needs some time to himself. so he takes a walk; he goes to the local coffee shop and enjoys an espresso by the window. he orders another drip coffee to go, and a cheese danish when he's done, and returns home with the coffee in hand and still chewing.
raleigh feels incredibly better after that break, though maybe not better enough to smile or skip; he's not smiling or skipping when he reenters the house, though he does seek out mako (to complain to at length about their son, because jesus christ). ]
Killing kaiju did not prepare me for that.
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So she does her best and cleans up while he's gone, setting the clean dishes back onto the board and folding the clothes -- things Raleigh usually does because Mako's usually dead tired when she comes home.
She sets the stack of magazines straight on the coffee table before she goes over and wraps her arms around him. He can complain all he wants, she'll listen. ]
No, it didn't. To be fair, nothing will have prepared you for that.
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I can't exactly blast our baby with a plasma canon, or use him to build a wall.
[ .......raleigh.
don't compare your baby to the tools of your other trade, it doesn't sound healthy. ]
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No, you can't. [ But even then it's half-hearted at best, and she's cuddling into his embrace, feeling him squeeze her and heartened that the affection is returned. She doesn't like when he's angry with her, rare as it is. She tiptoes to kiss his cheek. ]
But maybe you should take a little break. Let me take care of him for awhile?
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How long is a while?
[ because their son is a handful. but he's a sweetheart.
he tries to feed raleigh his baby food and sits quietly on the couch with a few blocks while raleigh vacuums. you know all those times they call you and babble loving baby talk at you, mako? well, raleigh gets that 24/7 and wouldn't change it for the world. besides, who else is he going to sing the fresh prince of bel-air theme song to when it's just the two of them? ]
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[ Mako instinctively notices, though, because as much as Raleigh's patience is strained by him, he doesn't really want to leave his son alone -- and Mako's going to have to be extra patient with Raleigh when Daycare Age happens and Yancy has to leave him to play with other little tots his age for the day. ]
You know that we're going to have to send him to daycare soon, right?
[ Like in six months? ]
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[ when was this decided mako
(nevermind the several conversations they probably started to have about it before raleigh hedged and distracted himself with something else.) ]
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mako just stares at him because ENOUGH AVOIDING IT, BECKET BOY. ]
He needs to be with kids his age, or he'll get terribly lonely. What's wrong with daycare?
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[ also raleigh would be lonely. ]
And the kids! We don't know them, they could pick on him.
[ also raleigh would be very lonely. ]
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You could go back to work. I know how much you like working with your hands.
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Yeah, maybe, [ raleigh grumbles, but it's rough and huffy and not at all sold on that idea. ]
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She leans over to kiss him on the cheek, sensing his unhappiness. ] We can talk about it?
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I didn't say right now, did I? You'll be inconsolable if I have to separate you two for more than ten minutes.
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[ it's just... the prospect of no yancy day-in and day-out...
raleigh might cry. but he also might let himself be pulled into mako and comforted and soothed like a gigantic toddler but who can blame him, he spends all his time with one! ]
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