[ it's fortunate that baby yancy's stayed out of the papers so far, after the binky throwing incident at the park. But still, Mako sometimes worries about Raleigh -- cooping himself inside the house with their baby isn't going to be very healthy for him, right? ]
I'll open a bottle of wine? Maybe I'll send Yancy to sleep extra early today.
[ not in the long run, no. but for now, he's perfectly happy if not just a little bit tired. it gets boring sometimes. he might have the faintest case of house wife fatigue, but yancy smiles a lot, and when he smiles, he has mako's dimples, and it's all a huge reward in the end, right?
he offers her a nod, and a casual — ] Alright, [ in regards to the wine and the early bedtime for the little tot, but they all have to have dinner before bed so then he turns back to the turkey and noodles, and starts to pile it all into a casserole dish. ]
[ and mako does her motherly duties! tending to their little boy and feeding him some milk before dinner, since Yancy can't eat much of the adult food yet.
When dinner is ready, though, Mako's managed to wrangle him onto his high chair with minimal fuss, and is currently playing peek-a-boo with him after setting the table. ]
[ aaaand there's tetrazzini! smoking hot and accompanied by a salad for the adults, and a bowl of apple sauce for yancy. his high chair goes between them, so raleigh can busy himself blowing on a plate of chopped up tetrazzini to cool it off for yancy while mako plays peek-a-boo with their son.
ah, dinner time. easily the best time of the day if yancy doesn't have a sleepy meltdown. ]
[ Mmmmhmmm, yummy! Even while feeding Yancy, they pretty much work as a team, and before long, dinner is over. It's a good night; Yancy's very well-behaved, and miraculously hadn't gone into meltdown mode, but he is tired, and after putting the dishes in the dishwasher, Mako tells Raleigh that she's putting him to bed, and he'd better go take a shower in the meantime. ]
[ and since when does raleigh disobey a direct order?
...always. the answer is always. but while he procrastinates and putters around doing all sorts of things while mako puts their kid to bed, he's in and out of the shower by the time she's done, lounging on their bed and reading a news paper. he feels a lot like a dad right now (like his dad, maybe) and kinda loves it, can't wait for yancy to grow up so maybe he's just not quite as tired of a dad, but loving his younger years as well.
then when mako inevitably joins him, he puts down the section calling for everyone to put up flags in memory of k-day and stretches on the bed. ]
Did you tell me to shower because I stank? I personally think our carpet smells worse, and we should probably get it shampooed.
[ Raleigh is the poster boy of disobedience, really -- if he didn't look so clean-cut All-American Boy, he'd be heading up a motorcycle gang somewhere.
Mako's coming in, looking forward to settling in for the night when she unbuttons her shirt and eases out of her skirt, getting undressed and looking forward to get into the shower. Innocently, she looks back at him, reaching for the towel she hangs by the dresser -- it's all so sweetly domestic, and the contrast of remembering K-day and their newfound life isn't lost on her. ]
Were you brooding over that? [ She was actually hoping that she could just hop into the shower when she comes back instead of waiting around for him. But she's smiling when she steps into the shower -- shutting the glass door but not the main one, so they can still hear each other. ] Yancy defecated on it one too many times. How about we just get a new one?
[ somewhere in charming, california to be exact...
he appreciates her little strip tease, even if it's not overtly sexual. he's watching her at least, and smiling until she insinuates that he lets their child shit all over the carpet. ]
I can fasten a diaper, [ he scowls. but it's raleigh, he can't keep a scowl on his face when it's mako. ] It's more spit up and spilt milk and spilt juice. Maybe we should get something that isn't white. [ white which is no longer white. ]
[ That one was Mako's fault, for one; Raleigh had gone out and Mako had accidentally fastened Yancy's diaper wrong so... you know. He shat on the carpet. Raleigh's far too competent to let their kid poop on the furniture (she hopes) and that's all on her.
she loves you, baby :( maybe she'll give you a proper striptease soon. ]
If we get a dark colour, it's going to be a minefield if he shits on it again.
We could get something damp-resistant. It'd be easier to clean that way, even if we spilled juice or something on it.
[ because they're getting to sippy cup age. sippy cup and potty training because yancy already follows raleigh into the bathroom when he has to pee, and now stands in front of the toilet when he has to pee his diaper sometimes. soon. ]
[ lots of sippy cup and potty training, and mako doesn't envy what raleigh has to do for their kid. she spares a few minutes before she emerges from the shower, rustling for a shirt and shorts before she climbs into bed with him, clean and daisy fresh. ]
[ raleigh's patient. he reads the comic section while she showers, though the paper is going to the side once she slides into bed next to him, and he makes a show of wiggling down to her level and fanning himself. ]
Now Miss Mori, don't go talking all dirty to me. Talk like that could go get a girl all hot and bothered.
[ Mako laughs and kisses him, snuggling up and meeting him halfway because she's missed times like these, all sweetness and domesticity. ]
Furniture shopping, antiqueing, buying baby food and diapers. [ She noses him happily. ] Finding a carpet we could do naughty things on when Yancy's asleep.
[ He's the best stay at home mom dad ever. Mako's never bought the convention of men bringing home the bacon, and it means a lot to her that Raleigh is different, that he's understanding and willing to take a domestic role. She loves him for it, so very much.
mako, no, eskimo kisses aren't making out. now stop talking and kiss him properly — actually, fuck that, he'll take the incentive and slide even closer, touch her cheek before sliding his hand back to cradle her skull and slotting their mouthes together in a deep, slow kiss. ]
[ omg eskimo kisses are like the foreplay to making out!
but this is better. kissing raleigh like her life depends on it matters, and she's missed him and she's happy with this, adoring the way his mouth feels against hers. she pulls him against her, tangling their limbs together. ]
[ just like marines learn how to sleep whenever they get the chance, stay at home dad's learn to make out literally whenever they can, no smooching foreplay necessary.
mako pulls them together, but raleigh takes the initiative to roll on top of her and wiggle between her legs. her skin is still a little damp, still a little warm from the heat of the shower, and her shorts ruck up easily when he nestles between her thighs. the only difference between them and horny teenagers is that they're not worried about their parents coming home, and raleigh doesn't immediately start humping her. he's more than capable of kissing her without popping a boner, and is content to lick along the seam of her lips. ]
[ This? This is good. Mako is content with Raleigh's kisses, adoring the way he takes it slowly -- reminds her that this is what she's missed. It's the sweetness of intimacy, a connection reforged even without sex, and she's running her fingers through his hair, tender and yearning.
She loves him, and it's never more clear in moments like these, where she parts her lips and invites him in, her thighs parted to accommodate him comfortably, savouring the weight of him before she hums. ]
[ That's not fat she's feeling; Mako's hands are trailing over his shoulders and biceps, appreciative. And it's shamefully gross how he hasn't seemed to have gained weight at all. ]
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I'll open a bottle of wine? Maybe I'll send Yancy to sleep extra early today.
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he offers her a nod, and a casual — ] Alright, [ in regards to the wine and the early bedtime for the little tot, but they all have to have dinner before bed so then he turns back to the turkey and noodles, and starts to pile it all into a casserole dish. ]
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When dinner is ready, though, Mako's managed to wrangle him onto his high chair with minimal fuss, and is currently playing peek-a-boo with him after setting the table. ]
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ah, dinner time. easily the best time of the day if yancy doesn't have a sleepy meltdown. ]
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...always. the answer is always. but while he procrastinates and putters around doing all sorts of things while mako puts their kid to bed, he's in and out of the shower by the time she's done, lounging on their bed and reading a news paper. he feels a lot like a dad right now (like his dad, maybe) and kinda loves it, can't wait for yancy to grow up so maybe he's just not quite as tired of a dad, but loving his younger years as well.
then when mako inevitably joins him, he puts down the section calling for everyone to put up flags in memory of k-day and stretches on the bed. ]
Did you tell me to shower because I stank? I personally think our carpet smells worse, and we should probably get it shampooed.
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Mako's coming in, looking forward to settling in for the night when she unbuttons her shirt and eases out of her skirt, getting undressed and looking forward to get into the shower. Innocently, she looks back at him, reaching for the towel she hangs by the dresser -- it's all so sweetly domestic, and the contrast of remembering K-day and their newfound life isn't lost on her. ]
Were you brooding over that? [ She was actually hoping that she could just hop into the shower when she comes back instead of waiting around for him. But she's smiling when she steps into the shower -- shutting the glass door but not the main one, so they can still hear each other. ] Yancy defecated on it one too many times. How about we just get a new one?
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he appreciates her little strip tease, even if it's not overtly sexual. he's watching her at least, and smiling until she insinuates that he lets their child shit all over the carpet. ]
I can fasten a diaper, [ he scowls. but it's raleigh, he can't keep a scowl on his face when it's mako. ] It's more spit up and spilt milk and spilt juice. Maybe we should get something that isn't white. [ white which is no longer white. ]
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[ That one was Mako's fault, for one; Raleigh had gone out and Mako had accidentally fastened Yancy's diaper wrong so... you know. He shat on the carpet. Raleigh's far too competent to let their kid poop on the furniture (she hopes) and that's all on her.
she loves you, baby :( maybe she'll give you a proper striptease soon. ]
If we get a dark colour, it's going to be a minefield if he shits on it again.
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[ because they're getting to sippy cup age. sippy cup and potty training because yancy already follows raleigh into the bathroom when he has to pee, and now stands in front of the toilet when he has to pee his diaper sometimes. soon. ]
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Furniture shopping this weekend?
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Now Miss Mori, don't go talking all dirty to me. Talk like that could go get a girl all hot and bothered.
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Furniture shopping, antiqueing, buying baby food and diapers. [ She noses him happily. ] Finding a carpet we could do naughty things on when Yancy's asleep.
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mako thinks about that, though, then hums. ] Yancy's mom is off the phone for more than thirty seconds right now, and Yancy's dad is still awake.
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Yancy's dad really doubts he'd make it worth Yancy's mom's while.
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Yancy's dad always makes it worth her while, even when they're just sleeping.
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momdad. ]Does Yancy's mom wanna just make out a little?
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momdad ever. Mako's never bought the convention of men bringing home the bacon, and it means a lot to her that Raleigh is different, that he's understanding and willing to take a domestic role. She loves him for it, so very much.Mako gives him sweet, slow eskimo kisses. ]
Yancy's dad never needs to ask.
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mako, no, eskimo kisses aren't making out. now stop talking and kiss him properly — actually, fuck that, he'll take the incentive and slide even closer, touch her cheek before sliding his hand back to cradle her skull and slotting their mouthes together in a deep, slow kiss. ]
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but this is better. kissing raleigh like her life depends on it matters, and she's missed him and she's happy with this, adoring the way his mouth feels against hers. she pulls him against her, tangling their limbs together. ]
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mako pulls them together, but raleigh takes the initiative to roll on top of her and wiggle between her legs. her skin is still a little damp, still a little warm from the heat of the shower, and her shorts ruck up easily when he nestles between her thighs. the only difference between them and horny teenagers is that they're not worried about their parents coming home, and raleigh doesn't immediately start humping her. he's more than capable of kissing her without popping a boner, and is content to lick along the seam of her lips. ]
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She loves him, and it's never more clear in moments like these, where she parts her lips and invites him in, her thighs parted to accommodate him comfortably, savouring the weight of him before she hums. ]
You feel heavier.
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What, like fat?
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[ That's not fat she's feeling; Mako's hands are trailing over his shoulders and biceps, appreciative. And it's shamefully gross how he hasn't seemed to have gained weight at all. ]
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