Friday at the sandbox - Part 3 "two halves make a whole"
Part 3 of the story that was meant to be just a one-shot...
Summary - Modern day AU/AU. Ennis, Jack, kids, a playground... I am currently a stay-at-home-mom so this scenario is based on a setting I know all too well :)
Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
I note that he is left-handed as he sips from his coffee. His hand is bare. No wedding ring. That’s a good start.
A childish giggle snaps my attention back to the sandbox and I see my boy racing to fill up his bucket faster than the little girl. I can’t help but smile at their antics. I nod in their direction. “You seem to be missing one today,” I say to my coffee drinking companion.
His brow furrows slightly, “yeah. She’s with her mother.” There’s something in his tone which suggests a long story, but I don’t feel it’s my place to push. Not yet.
I look over at the kids again. “They seem to be getting on ok. I was worried my boy would start a riot. How old is your girl?”
“Junior? Just turned five. Jenny - the other one - she’s three. Yours?”
“Bobby’s four.”
He takes another drink from his latte and his gaze sweeps over my face. “He looks like you.”
I laugh and rub a hand over my hair in embarrassment. “Yeah. Poor kid.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” He clears his throat and looks away, probably realizing what he has just said. “Uh.. what’s in there?” He nods at the brown paper bag I dumped on the bench earlier.
“Oh. Something I picked up with the coffees.” I shoot him a look from under my lashes, wondering if he’ll pick up on the double meaning. He doesn’t. “Old fashioned donut. Like to share it?”
He licks his lips and his eyes glaze over. “Uh… no it’s ok. I couldn’t…”
“Sure you could.” I say, grinning. I pick up the bag and take out the donut, pulling it in half. “Here.”
He hesitates for a split second but the lure of the sugared pastry is too much for him to resist. He takes his half and devours it in two hurried bites.
I laugh and try not to spray my donut out of my mouth in a very unattractive manner. “You like cake, huh?”
“Damn right.” He mumbles, wiping crumbs from his lips. “Sorry.”
“No problem.” I turn to cast my eye over at our kids. They are playing in their own little world and I can’t believe that my boy has missed the whole donut eating episode. His cake radar is usually working on overdrive.
I smile back at my new friend. “So. I’m Jack. Who are you?”
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Summary - Modern day AU/AU. Ennis, Jack, kids, a playground... I am currently a stay-at-home-mom so this scenario is based on a setting I know all too well :)
Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
I note that he is left-handed as he sips from his coffee. His hand is bare. No wedding ring. That’s a good start.
A childish giggle snaps my attention back to the sandbox and I see my boy racing to fill up his bucket faster than the little girl. I can’t help but smile at their antics. I nod in their direction. “You seem to be missing one today,” I say to my coffee drinking companion.
His brow furrows slightly, “yeah. She’s with her mother.” There’s something in his tone which suggests a long story, but I don’t feel it’s my place to push. Not yet.
I look over at the kids again. “They seem to be getting on ok. I was worried my boy would start a riot. How old is your girl?”
“Junior? Just turned five. Jenny - the other one - she’s three. Yours?”
“Bobby’s four.”
He takes another drink from his latte and his gaze sweeps over my face. “He looks like you.”
I laugh and rub a hand over my hair in embarrassment. “Yeah. Poor kid.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” He clears his throat and looks away, probably realizing what he has just said. “Uh.. what’s in there?” He nods at the brown paper bag I dumped on the bench earlier.
“Oh. Something I picked up with the coffees.” I shoot him a look from under my lashes, wondering if he’ll pick up on the double meaning. He doesn’t. “Old fashioned donut. Like to share it?”
He licks his lips and his eyes glaze over. “Uh… no it’s ok. I couldn’t…”
“Sure you could.” I say, grinning. I pick up the bag and take out the donut, pulling it in half. “Here.”
He hesitates for a split second but the lure of the sugared pastry is too much for him to resist. He takes his half and devours it in two hurried bites.
I laugh and try not to spray my donut out of my mouth in a very unattractive manner. “You like cake, huh?”
“Damn right.” He mumbles, wiping crumbs from his lips. “Sorry.”
“No problem.” I turn to cast my eye over at our kids. They are playing in their own little world and I can’t believe that my boy has missed the whole donut eating episode. His cake radar is usually working on overdrive.
I smile back at my new friend. “So. I’m Jack. Who are you?”
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