Friday at the sandbox - Part 25 "A picture painting"
Summary - Modern day AU/AU. Ennis, Jack, kids, a playground...
Warnings - none
Length - c400 words.
Feedback - yes please!
Bobby got answers to some awkward questions...
NOTE - This is most likely the penultimate part of the Sandbox Saga. I want to extend a huge thanks to everyone who has read and left comments. I never thought that a casual one-shot back in June would evolve as it has, but hey, 10,000+ words later, here we are! Final part will be up next week. Thanks again and I hope you enjoy :)
The following week I pick Bobby up from preschool on Friday afternoon as usual. I stand outside the classroom with the other parents and wait for the kids to be dismissed.
My boy rushes out first and shoves his way through the crowd to get to me. I make a mental note that we need to work on some manners and greater respect of personal space.
“Daddeee!” He yells, waving a sheet of paper at me. “I made you something!”
I crouch down and take the paper from him. It’s a crude painting of what looks like some funny shaped cookies with spikes, or maybe they’re spiders. Hmm. Tricky one.
“It’s beautiful, bud. What is it?”
Bobby gives me a ‘duh’ expression. “You and Juno’s daddy.” He points at the smaller cookies/spiders, “that’s me, Juno and Jenny.”
Oh man. Call me sentimental, but I feel a lump in my throat. I hug Bobby close. “I love it, bud. Thank you.”
Bobby beams and grips my hand as he skips across the parking lot.
I put the picture on my fridge and Ennis spots it immediately when he pays me a visit a couple of nights later.
“Bobby do this?” He asks.
I stand behind him and slide my arms around his waist. “Uh, huh.”
“It’s us, right?”
Damn. How come he knew and I had to ask my own son? I smile in amusement. “Yeah, it’s us.”
Ennis holds my forearms and pulls me tighter around him. “He’s a cool kid.”
“I know. I’m lucky.” I nuzzle into his neck. “How are your girls coping with all this - you know, you and me?”
“Great. They always ask about you and Bobby as soon as I pick them up. They want to come over and play.”
“That’s cute. We should take them all out for dinner again soon.”
“We should.”
Ennis suddenly turns and pins me to the fridge. “So, speaking of dinner, what have you got for me tonight?” He slips his hand down into the front of my jeans as he talks. “Some juicy steak? A nice fat hotdog? Or maybe some pulled pork?”
I choke out a laugh and close my eyes as his hand curves seductively around me. “How about all three? I could throw in some dessert too, if you’re lucky.”
“Works for me,” Ennis mutters against my lips. “Let’s get to it.”
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Warnings - none
Length - c400 words.
Feedback - yes please!
Bobby got answers to some awkward questions...
NOTE - This is most likely the penultimate part of the Sandbox Saga. I want to extend a huge thanks to everyone who has read and left comments. I never thought that a casual one-shot back in June would evolve as it has, but hey, 10,000+ words later, here we are! Final part will be up next week. Thanks again and I hope you enjoy :)
The following week I pick Bobby up from preschool on Friday afternoon as usual. I stand outside the classroom with the other parents and wait for the kids to be dismissed.
My boy rushes out first and shoves his way through the crowd to get to me. I make a mental note that we need to work on some manners and greater respect of personal space.
“Daddeee!” He yells, waving a sheet of paper at me. “I made you something!”
I crouch down and take the paper from him. It’s a crude painting of what looks like some funny shaped cookies with spikes, or maybe they’re spiders. Hmm. Tricky one.
“It’s beautiful, bud. What is it?”
Bobby gives me a ‘duh’ expression. “You and Juno’s daddy.” He points at the smaller cookies/spiders, “that’s me, Juno and Jenny.”
Oh man. Call me sentimental, but I feel a lump in my throat. I hug Bobby close. “I love it, bud. Thank you.”
Bobby beams and grips my hand as he skips across the parking lot.
I put the picture on my fridge and Ennis spots it immediately when he pays me a visit a couple of nights later.
“Bobby do this?” He asks.
I stand behind him and slide my arms around his waist. “Uh, huh.”
“It’s us, right?”
Damn. How come he knew and I had to ask my own son? I smile in amusement. “Yeah, it’s us.”
Ennis holds my forearms and pulls me tighter around him. “He’s a cool kid.”
“I know. I’m lucky.” I nuzzle into his neck. “How are your girls coping with all this - you know, you and me?”
“Great. They always ask about you and Bobby as soon as I pick them up. They want to come over and play.”
“That’s cute. We should take them all out for dinner again soon.”
“We should.”
Ennis suddenly turns and pins me to the fridge. “So, speaking of dinner, what have you got for me tonight?” He slips his hand down into the front of my jeans as he talks. “Some juicy steak? A nice fat hotdog? Or maybe some pulled pork?”
I choke out a laugh and close my eyes as his hand curves seductively around me. “How about all three? I could throw in some dessert too, if you’re lucky.”
“Works for me,” Ennis mutters against my lips. “Let’s get to it.”
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