Second part to Star drabble and Reindeer
Inspired by Chaz's Reindeer
Star revisited
“And Mommy’s special wishing star goes right there.”
She looked up at him solemnly.
“Is it real?” she breathed, old enough this year to understand the significance of the name.
He crouched down to her level. Guessing his intent, she lifted up her arms immediately. Her head nestled into his shoulder, soft, brown curls tickled at his cheek. She reached out her hand and spun the star.
“Do the wishes come real?”
He glanced across the room where his partner stood, smiling so sweetly at him. Five years and counting.
“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s real, wish hard.”
She closed her eyes: he held his breath.
Reindeer
“So Santa comes and takes the cookies?”
“That’s right, sweetheart.”
“And we leave the carrot for Rudolph?”
“Uhuh.”
“What about the ofer reindeers?”
He paused, momentarily flummoxed: she was a smart one, his kid. Across the room, leaning in the doorway, his partner grinned, lifting her eyebrows at him, giving no help whatsoever.
“That is such a good question. Uh, you know what? Rudolph shares, each house leaves a carrot and so he has plenty for the other guys.”
“Vat’s nice,” she lisped as her eyes fell shut.
He kissed her forehead and pulled the covers up tight about her. “Sleep well.”
“I think you care that she continues to believe more than I do,” Elena whispered fondly, catching his arm to pull him to her .
“I think you’re right,” he acknowledged, winding his arms around her waist, feeling the faint thickening. “I have some making up to do.”
Maybe next year.
Star revisited
“And Mommy’s special wishing star goes right there.”
She looked up at him solemnly.
“Is it real?” she breathed, old enough this year to understand the significance of the name.
He crouched down to her level. Guessing his intent, she lifted up her arms immediately. Her head nestled into his shoulder, soft, brown curls tickled at his cheek. She reached out her hand and spun the star.
“Do the wishes come real?”
He glanced across the room where his partner stood, smiling so sweetly at him. Five years and counting.
“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s real, wish hard.”
She closed her eyes: he held his breath.
Reindeer
“So Santa comes and takes the cookies?”
“That’s right, sweetheart.”
“And we leave the carrot for Rudolph?”
“Uhuh.”
“What about the ofer reindeers?”
He paused, momentarily flummoxed: she was a smart one, his kid. Across the room, leaning in the doorway, his partner grinned, lifting her eyebrows at him, giving no help whatsoever.
“That is such a good question. Uh, you know what? Rudolph shares, each house leaves a carrot and so he has plenty for the other guys.”
“Vat’s nice,” she lisped as her eyes fell shut.
He kissed her forehead and pulled the covers up tight about her. “Sleep well.”
“I think you care that she continues to believe more than I do,” Elena whispered fondly, catching his arm to pull him to her .
“I think you’re right,” he acknowledged, winding his arms around her waist, feeling the faint thickening. “I have some making up to do.”
Maybe next year.