blueberry cheesecake, grapefruit and rocky road with malt and whipped cream
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Due Date
Rating: G
Challenge: Rocky Road #8: attic, Grapefruit #16: due date, Blueberry Cheesecake #11: high hopes
Toppings/Extras: whipped cream, malt
Wordcount: 349
Summary: Cooper Braun, Francis Gower and family.
Notes: Cooper is eleven. Francis is fourteen. Ciro is about to be born! And use of ‘attic’ is slightly wobbly but I think this is OK. It’s above the ceiling and below the roof. XD Finished Rocky Road! Grapefruit PFAH: Cooper : much better than last time.
Cooper knew that Christina Machiodi very well; she was Francis’ older sister and they lived on the same ship. He also knew that today was an important day; she was going to have a baby. She was on another boat, a bigger boat with a doctor on it. Well, the closest to a doctor that they had.
“I wish I could go over there,” Francis muttered. Cooper couldn’t see his face because they were both stretched out with their noses almost touching the ceiling in the underceiling compartment of the small vessel they lived on, which was how they always slept, rolling across a crackly spread of open sleeping bags and pillows. Cooper curled his back up and pressed his bare feet against the ceiling, knees around his ears.
“She’ll be OK,” Cooper said confidently.
There was no response. Cooper knew that Francis was thinking about last time-and the times before then. Christina had tried to have babies before but none of it had worked out. There were problems with-well, Cooper wasn’t sure. All he knew was that they kept coming out too early.
“The baby can sleep up here with us, eh?” Cooper asked after a moment.
“Maybe,” Francis muttered.
“Do you reckon it’ll be a boy or a girl?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re gonna be an uncle!” Cooper flopped his legs back down. “Man, all my uncles are old.”
“They weren’t when you were born.”
“Oh, yeah…”
Francis glanced up towards Cooper, his straight black hair flopping over his nose as he did so. The teenager still looked a little troubled but managed to pull his face into a crooked grin. They were small-time folk living on a small-time ship, three families cramped onto one, but they were happy enough with it. Soon they would be a bigger family than before, if all went well.
“We should steal the baby presents next time we hit a cargo ship!”
“You’re not meant to be coming on these hits, Coop,” Francis said. “You’re too young.”
“You’re just mad ‘cause I can break in quicker’n you!”
Francis sighed.
Title: Due Date
Rating: G
Challenge: Rocky Road #8: attic, Grapefruit #16: due date, Blueberry Cheesecake #11: high hopes
Toppings/Extras: whipped cream, malt
Wordcount: 349
Summary: Cooper Braun, Francis Gower and family.
Notes: Cooper is eleven. Francis is fourteen. Ciro is about to be born! And use of ‘attic’ is slightly wobbly but I think this is OK. It’s above the ceiling and below the roof. XD Finished Rocky Road! Grapefruit PFAH: Cooper : much better than last time.
Cooper knew that Christina Machiodi very well; she was Francis’ older sister and they lived on the same ship. He also knew that today was an important day; she was going to have a baby. She was on another boat, a bigger boat with a doctor on it. Well, the closest to a doctor that they had.
“I wish I could go over there,” Francis muttered. Cooper couldn’t see his face because they were both stretched out with their noses almost touching the ceiling in the underceiling compartment of the small vessel they lived on, which was how they always slept, rolling across a crackly spread of open sleeping bags and pillows. Cooper curled his back up and pressed his bare feet against the ceiling, knees around his ears.
“She’ll be OK,” Cooper said confidently.
There was no response. Cooper knew that Francis was thinking about last time-and the times before then. Christina had tried to have babies before but none of it had worked out. There were problems with-well, Cooper wasn’t sure. All he knew was that they kept coming out too early.
“The baby can sleep up here with us, eh?” Cooper asked after a moment.
“Maybe,” Francis muttered.
“Do you reckon it’ll be a boy or a girl?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re gonna be an uncle!” Cooper flopped his legs back down. “Man, all my uncles are old.”
“They weren’t when you were born.”
“Oh, yeah…”
Francis glanced up towards Cooper, his straight black hair flopping over his nose as he did so. The teenager still looked a little troubled but managed to pull his face into a crooked grin. They were small-time folk living on a small-time ship, three families cramped onto one, but they were happy enough with it. Soon they would be a bigger family than before, if all went well.
“We should steal the baby presents next time we hit a cargo ship!”
“You’re not meant to be coming on these hits, Coop,” Francis said. “You’re too young.”
“You’re just mad ‘cause I can break in quicker’n you!”
Francis sighed.