Oh Pucks!
The title is so corny and the writing is crap lol, but if anyone is interested here is a new ficlet:
Title: Oh Pucks!
Author: Melissa
Category: Fluff/part of my “Pictures” universe
Rating: PG, a little language
Summary: Pure fluff, Michael hangs out with his daughter for a day
“Where are my god damn keys?”
“Language!”
Michael looked around the rest of the room and frowned. “The kids aren’t around.”
Maria glared, “It’s a bad habit Michael.”
“You’re not my mother Maria,” Michael growled.
“Fine. Whatever.”
“Fine.”
“Ahhhhhhhhh…”
“Mommy!!!!”
Michael rubbed his hands over his face and let out a frustrated sigh. He loved his kids dearly, but they were so damn loud.
“Rath stole Benjie!” Isabella Marie exclaimed with tears in her eyes.
“Rath give Benjie back to your sister,” Maria ordered while she continued cooking breakfast for the family.
“Mom she turned my hair red again!” Rath cried.
Maria sighed and turned around. She looked at Rath and tried to hold back her laughter. Isabella was nearly seven years younger than Rath, but her powers were definitely stronger and more advanced.
“Isabella, change it back,” Maria ordered, but she was unable to say it with a straight face.
Michael shook his head and smiled. Isabella was a real hell raiser, but she was too adorable to stay mad at for long, not even Rath could hold a grudge against her.
“Keys, where are my keys?!” Michael screamed again. He turned around when he heard Isabella squeal and giggle. His little piglet was playing a trick on him. “Piglet, daddy needs to go to work. Can you help me find my keys?” he asked sweetly, pretending he didn’t suspect her.
“Couldn’t you stay home with me today daddy?” Isabella asked with wide, brown, pleading eyes.
“Stay home with you? You’re not going to be home. You have school today,” he replied. Bending down on one knee to look her in those beautiful eyes he begged her silently to give in.
“Couldn’t we just stay home today?” she begged softly. The slight whine and pleading in her voice melted his heart.
Unsure, he looked up to his wife who was smiling a knowing smile. Michael was a big softie when it came to the kids.
“Piglet I really need to go to work today. We’ll spend all day Saturday together. I promise,” Michael bargained hopefully, but no dice. She wasn’t giving up yet.
“That’s not the same,” she pouted.
“Why not?” he asked, while scratching his eyebrow unconsciously.
She looked down at her feet and continued to pout. Again Michael looked to his wife for some help, but she was busy coaching Rath on how to control his powers. Unfortunately, his hair was looking worse.
“Because…” Isabella stammered.
“Bella, I really need to go to work,” Michael pleaded. “I’m already late.”
“Saturday’s aren’t the same!” she screeched. She ran into her room and slammed the door with all the force a seven year old could muster.
“What the hell was that?” Michael asked. Maria glared at him, a glare that meant this was somehow his fault. But he hadn’t done anything. Had he?
“You spent the last three Saturdays with Rath practicing with him for hockey tryouts,” Maria explained.
“Tryouts are next week!” Michael exclaimed. “He needs to practice.”
“Yes,” Maria agreed, “but your daughter needs some attention too.”
“I pay attention to her,” Michael answered angrily. He loved his daughter and he spent plenty of time with her.
“Rath eat your breakfast,” Maria chided.
“Maria…” Michael whined. His wife was now ignoring him and packing the children’s lunch.
“Are you whining?” Maria snorted. Rath chuckled into his plate, but pretended to be choking at his father’s glare.
“I need to go to work,” Michael stated defiantly, ignoring Maria’s eye rolls and guffaws.
“Last month you called in sick, so you could drive all the way to Winnipeg for Metallica tickets,” Maria reminded him.
“So let me get this straight,” Michael began, putting his hands up and waving them rapidly as he continued, “you want me to take the day out of work and keep Isabella out of school, so we can hang out?”
Maria finished putting napkins into the two paper bags on the counter and turned around slowly with one of the bags in her hand, the other hand placed on her hip.
Michael stared at her for a second and then sighed. Before he said anything, Maria put the bagged lunch in the refrigerator for the next day. “Okay, if you insist,” he mumbled lowly. “Could you call…”
“No.”
“Right.”
*********************
“So,” Michael began, “what would you like to do today Piglet?”
Isabella smiled up at Michael devilishly, if it weren’t for the fact that her front teeth still hadn’t grown in he would have sworn it was Maria smirking at him.
“Well,” Isabella started slowly, her mouth still twisted in a sneaky smile, “I was thinking, now that I am seven, maybe, you could teach me how to play hockey.”
“Play hockey?” Michael asked surprised.
“I want to learn to play hockey, so I can play with you and Rat,” she explained, her grin widening.
Michael ignored her nickname for her older brother and gaped down at her.
“You want to play hockey?” he asked, still astonished. Sure she would some with them sometimes and keep score with chalk on the black top in the summer, when they played street hockey, but she had never seemed all that interested in the sport. Usually, after about half an hour she would get bored and play hopscotch until they were through.
Isabella nodded her head sharply, her blonde curls bobbing up and down.
“Okay…” Michael answered hesitantly. He had a strange feeling that this might not be the best idea, much like the feeling he got that time he decided to put off changing the oil in Maria’s car and…well he didn’t even want to think about what happened when the car broke down on the highway…an hour away from home. Maria was seven months pregnant and at her scariest by far.
“So, do you want to go to the ice rink or out to the drive way?” Michael asked.
“The ice rink!” Isabella exclaimed enthusiastically.
Michael shuddered. He had a really bad feeling about this.
*********************
“Are you okay?” Maria asked sweetly. She sat down next to him on the couch and handed him a fresh bag of ice.
Michael removed the old bag icepack from his left eye and attempted to glare at her, but it was more comical than threatening.
“So she was good, huh?” Maria asked, still smiling.
“The kid isn’t mine. You cheated on me with Satan, who happens to be a ferocious hockey player himself,” Michael grumbled.
Maria continued smiling; the same devilish smile Isabella had been given him earlier.
“What?” Michael asked. “What’s so funny?” Was she just glad to see him get his ass kicked by a seven year old? Probably.
“Nothing,” Maria answered, shaking her head and giggling, “It’s just…I’m proud of her. I taught her well.” With that said Maria stood up and left the room to find Isabella, chuckling all the while.
Michael gaped after her for a moment and then grinned, which turned into a grimace when fresh pain shot through his face.
He should have known.
Title: Oh Pucks!
Author: Melissa
Category: Fluff/part of my “Pictures” universe
Rating: PG, a little language
Summary: Pure fluff, Michael hangs out with his daughter for a day
“Where are my god damn keys?”
“Language!”
Michael looked around the rest of the room and frowned. “The kids aren’t around.”
Maria glared, “It’s a bad habit Michael.”
“You’re not my mother Maria,” Michael growled.
“Fine. Whatever.”
“Fine.”
“Ahhhhhhhhh…”
“Mommy!!!!”
Michael rubbed his hands over his face and let out a frustrated sigh. He loved his kids dearly, but they were so damn loud.
“Rath stole Benjie!” Isabella Marie exclaimed with tears in her eyes.
“Rath give Benjie back to your sister,” Maria ordered while she continued cooking breakfast for the family.
“Mom she turned my hair red again!” Rath cried.
Maria sighed and turned around. She looked at Rath and tried to hold back her laughter. Isabella was nearly seven years younger than Rath, but her powers were definitely stronger and more advanced.
“Isabella, change it back,” Maria ordered, but she was unable to say it with a straight face.
Michael shook his head and smiled. Isabella was a real hell raiser, but she was too adorable to stay mad at for long, not even Rath could hold a grudge against her.
“Keys, where are my keys?!” Michael screamed again. He turned around when he heard Isabella squeal and giggle. His little piglet was playing a trick on him. “Piglet, daddy needs to go to work. Can you help me find my keys?” he asked sweetly, pretending he didn’t suspect her.
“Couldn’t you stay home with me today daddy?” Isabella asked with wide, brown, pleading eyes.
“Stay home with you? You’re not going to be home. You have school today,” he replied. Bending down on one knee to look her in those beautiful eyes he begged her silently to give in.
“Couldn’t we just stay home today?” she begged softly. The slight whine and pleading in her voice melted his heart.
Unsure, he looked up to his wife who was smiling a knowing smile. Michael was a big softie when it came to the kids.
“Piglet I really need to go to work today. We’ll spend all day Saturday together. I promise,” Michael bargained hopefully, but no dice. She wasn’t giving up yet.
“That’s not the same,” she pouted.
“Why not?” he asked, while scratching his eyebrow unconsciously.
She looked down at her feet and continued to pout. Again Michael looked to his wife for some help, but she was busy coaching Rath on how to control his powers. Unfortunately, his hair was looking worse.
“Because…” Isabella stammered.
“Bella, I really need to go to work,” Michael pleaded. “I’m already late.”
“Saturday’s aren’t the same!” she screeched. She ran into her room and slammed the door with all the force a seven year old could muster.
“What the hell was that?” Michael asked. Maria glared at him, a glare that meant this was somehow his fault. But he hadn’t done anything. Had he?
“You spent the last three Saturdays with Rath practicing with him for hockey tryouts,” Maria explained.
“Tryouts are next week!” Michael exclaimed. “He needs to practice.”
“Yes,” Maria agreed, “but your daughter needs some attention too.”
“I pay attention to her,” Michael answered angrily. He loved his daughter and he spent plenty of time with her.
“Rath eat your breakfast,” Maria chided.
“Maria…” Michael whined. His wife was now ignoring him and packing the children’s lunch.
“Are you whining?” Maria snorted. Rath chuckled into his plate, but pretended to be choking at his father’s glare.
“I need to go to work,” Michael stated defiantly, ignoring Maria’s eye rolls and guffaws.
“Last month you called in sick, so you could drive all the way to Winnipeg for Metallica tickets,” Maria reminded him.
“So let me get this straight,” Michael began, putting his hands up and waving them rapidly as he continued, “you want me to take the day out of work and keep Isabella out of school, so we can hang out?”
Maria finished putting napkins into the two paper bags on the counter and turned around slowly with one of the bags in her hand, the other hand placed on her hip.
Michael stared at her for a second and then sighed. Before he said anything, Maria put the bagged lunch in the refrigerator for the next day. “Okay, if you insist,” he mumbled lowly. “Could you call…”
“No.”
“Right.”
*********************
“So,” Michael began, “what would you like to do today Piglet?”
Isabella smiled up at Michael devilishly, if it weren’t for the fact that her front teeth still hadn’t grown in he would have sworn it was Maria smirking at him.
“Well,” Isabella started slowly, her mouth still twisted in a sneaky smile, “I was thinking, now that I am seven, maybe, you could teach me how to play hockey.”
“Play hockey?” Michael asked surprised.
“I want to learn to play hockey, so I can play with you and Rat,” she explained, her grin widening.
Michael ignored her nickname for her older brother and gaped down at her.
“You want to play hockey?” he asked, still astonished. Sure she would some with them sometimes and keep score with chalk on the black top in the summer, when they played street hockey, but she had never seemed all that interested in the sport. Usually, after about half an hour she would get bored and play hopscotch until they were through.
Isabella nodded her head sharply, her blonde curls bobbing up and down.
“Okay…” Michael answered hesitantly. He had a strange feeling that this might not be the best idea, much like the feeling he got that time he decided to put off changing the oil in Maria’s car and…well he didn’t even want to think about what happened when the car broke down on the highway…an hour away from home. Maria was seven months pregnant and at her scariest by far.
“So, do you want to go to the ice rink or out to the drive way?” Michael asked.
“The ice rink!” Isabella exclaimed enthusiastically.
Michael shuddered. He had a really bad feeling about this.
*********************
“Are you okay?” Maria asked sweetly. She sat down next to him on the couch and handed him a fresh bag of ice.
Michael removed the old bag icepack from his left eye and attempted to glare at her, but it was more comical than threatening.
“So she was good, huh?” Maria asked, still smiling.
“The kid isn’t mine. You cheated on me with Satan, who happens to be a ferocious hockey player himself,” Michael grumbled.
Maria continued smiling; the same devilish smile Isabella had been given him earlier.
“What?” Michael asked. “What’s so funny?” Was she just glad to see him get his ass kicked by a seven year old? Probably.
“Nothing,” Maria answered, shaking her head and giggling, “It’s just…I’m proud of her. I taught her well.” With that said Maria stood up and left the room to find Isabella, chuckling all the while.
Michael gaped after her for a moment and then grinned, which turned into a grimace when fresh pain shot through his face.
He should have known.