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Post by Cian Lawrence on Nov 21, 2009 18:48:48 GMT -5
Cian chuckled and picked his son up, being careful not to wake him. "We're trying to convert you, love," he teased, kissing her before heading off.
"That's right we are. Well have y' droppin' t's and g's and stretchin' a's in no time!" Tim added, thicking his own light accent to a full-on Irish brogue. He accepted the baby from Emma readily, sitting in the armchair. Staring down at her, a wide grin broke her face. "Oh, she's so perfect. Good thing you look like your Momma and not my brother," he joked. To Emma, he smiled. "Maura Erin. Well, it's not Colleen but it sure is damn beautiful, Emma. Is she a mutant then? Or do you not know?" He wasn't sure how that worked; if there was a test or something...
[[oooohhhh, see the parallel between being a mutant and being gay! *waves hands dramatically* LOL]]
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 22, 2009 15:02:03 GMT -5
((you make me sad.))
Hearing the sudden multitude of voices, Oliver cracked an eye open, but didn't move from his comfortable position on Daddy's chest. He didn't want to be awake yet. Releasing the tension of a shaky sigh, he closed his mouth--which he had been subconsciously breathing through during his nap--and began to hum Daddy's lullaby for him. "Ollie, Ollie, 'sleep een hees bed. Wiff dreams in hees head. Hmm...hmm..." Yawning, he snuggled closer.
Sitting on the armrest of the chair, Emma peered over at Maura in Tim's arms, chuckling inwardly at his ridicules of his brother. "She has her Daddy's hair, though," she sent a look to Cian, smirking underneath her eyes. ((That may not make sense, but damn, that sounds poetic if I do say so myself.))
She nodded to his inquiry. "We knew she was a mutant before she was even born," she said, excited because the phenomenon still shocked her to this day. "Did some crazy things to me, she did..."
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Nov 22, 2009 15:14:46 GMT -5
Cian grinned as the little boy sang his own lullaby back to him. Bringing Oliver into his room, he settled him into bed, brushing his hair back. He sang the full song out to him, once more thinking to himself that he needed a lullaby for Maura as well now. "Sweet dreams, Ollie," he said at the songs end. Dropping a kiss to the boys forehead, he watched him sleep a minute before taking to the main room again.
Tim chuckled at that, shaking his head. "Christ, the poor thing. She'll never get it t' lay flat." He ran a few fingers through her short crop of blond hair. "So does Ollie, though. Despite him not bein' Cian's." He looked up at Emma's next comment though, brows quirked. "Oh?" To Maura, he rocked her a little. "D'you 'cause your Ma trouble then?"
Maura gurgled happily at the movement. He talked like Daddy; she liked that. One hand waved out, trying to catch hold of something. Tim was delighted and offered an index finger to the baby. Maura latched on, immediately taking the fingertip into her mouth, gumming at it. Tim laughed, warm smile on his face. "You're lucky you're pretty, little Mo," he joked. "I don't usually let girls slobber on me."
It was a relief to be able to be open with it. He was a high-spirits kind of guy and joking about his sexuality was a normal part of his life outside of the home. It was so trying to cover those light-hearted comments up when with his family.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 22, 2009 16:15:20 GMT -5
"Not trouble," interceded Emma brightly, moving a strand of the blonde hairs out of Maura's eyes, "she actually saved me from being in pain. She healed my broken nose from inside me. Didn't you? You're so smart," she turned to gawk at Mo for a bit, receiving a smile for her attention. Maura seemed to delight in the sweet-talk she was getting from Tim, plus she never turned down the opportunity to touch or gnaw on something.
It came as a relief to know that Tim was at least open about his sexuality, with people he was comfortable with anyway--which also consoled her. He was welcome here, and he knew it. At least he wasn't bottled up or felt a need to be overly polite. Any bad relationships with any of his siblings would send her in a spiral.
"Mmm, but don't get too pretty," she playfully warned her. "I won't stand for boys trailing after you."
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Nov 24, 2009 16:39:29 GMT -5
Tim gaped at Emma, disbelief clear on his face. Chuckling, he shook his head before looking back down at Maura. "You are smart, little girl. Betcha that's your mum, that is. Daddy couldn't have given you those brains." Tim had barely finished the words before he was recieving a noogie from his brother.
"Y'know, Timmy, y' are in my house. I can kick y' out whenever I like," Cian joked, grinning. He was glad to see Tim happy and at ease.
Tim grinned cockily to him and shook his head. "No. Emma wouldn't stand for it." Cian didn't have a response for that. At Emma's next comment, both the boys nodded in agreement. "Don't have nothin' to worry about there," Tim replied. "Her uncles and Da'll take care of any guy gettin' too close." Cian nodded sturdily, assenting.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 24, 2009 20:21:32 GMT -5
A laugh fell from her lips as the brothers bantered. It would have been nice to remember if she and Deiderich ever used to fight (or at least exchange words of this kind), but she barely remembered what he looked like, let alone their experiences together. The only vivid memory she had was when she found out he was never coming back.
"Oh, you know I wouldn't stand for it," she agreed without missing a beat. The boys' simultaneous nods brought an amused smile to her face. "Good. Because I'll be after the other one," he pointed a thumb over her shoulder in the general direction of Oliver's room, "making sure he doesn't bring too many girls home."
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Nov 25, 2009 15:27:00 GMT -5
"See," Tim drawled. "Your wife likes me more." He shot a grin to Emma before looking back to Maura. Relinquishing his finger, he tapped her on the nose. "And so does your daughter. Don't you, Mo?" He made a popping noise with his lips which Maura apparently loved. She shrieked happily, anyway, and waved her hands about. Turning his eyes to his brother, he caught his eyes just soon enough to duck out of the way of Cian's backhand.
"All right," Cian said, moving to sit down next to Emma. Pulling her close, he looked to his brother. "How is this fair? You come in here, take both my girls, you don't even like girls..." He shook his head, as if it was a gross crime. Keep it light, joke easily. Show Timmy that he was totally comfortable. The beam he recieved from his brother told him it was appreciated.
"Can't keep the girls from Ollie," Tim commented, pulling funny faces to make Maura laugh. "Gonna be all over him in a few more years. Bet he'll love the attention. Cian sure did as a boy."
Cian smiled crookedly and nodded. "Good times..."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 25, 2009 15:32:11 GMT -5
Agreeing naturally to the closeness, Emma leaned into his chest, content to let Tim hold Maura so her arms could get a break. It was false hope to wish for rippling bisceps after holding a baby for so long. The only thing she could possibly get was carpal tunnel. Fun things to look forward to. She sighed.
Tossing a look up to him that was halfway between feigning apathy and tugging back a smile, she intervened, "Maybe it's just more charming than you. At least he doesn't do the annoying," she mimicked the way his hand clawed at the back of his neck constantly, "little hand on his head thing." And yet she always found her hands either in his hair or on his face or head somewhere. Odd.
Wincing playfully, she shook her head with a strained chuckle. "Spare me the details of your active teenagehood," she pleaded.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Nov 27, 2009 14:01:36 GMT -5
Cian feigned a hurt look at her teasing. "Hey, now. I thought you found that endearing and adorable or something?" Tim laughed outright at that, shaking his head. "Not really, brother. Kinda makes it look like y' got lice or summat." Cian shot a dirty look to his brother who was already re-immersed in entertaining Maura.
Tim chuckled at Emma's request though, shaking his head. "Active," he repeated, nodding. "Yes, active is an accurate description.
Cian scoffed. "D'you want me sleepin' on the couch, Timmy?" To Emma, he added with a smile, "None of them meant nothing till I met you, love." He dropped a kiss to her cheek. Emma wouldn't really care, he knew.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 4, 2009 17:11:40 GMT -5
"Oh, sure," she evaded teasingly, recoiling away from his mouth as he puckered to kiss her cheek. Unsuccessful in holding back her smile but relentless, nonetheless, in keeping the joke going, she sat up straight and folded her arms. "You and your little raunchy girlfriends. And I'll bet you were just the same. Wearin' the baggy pants and the fedoras and making girls swoon over your accent." She stuck a finger toward her mouth as if to gag.
Allowing a chuckle, Emma leaned back. "Can't really say I did any better, though. Not only did I have sex, I got pregnant at seventeen. I'd say that trumps being 'active' any day." She scoffed, though her smile began to diminish. Jesus, pregnant at seventeen. It seemed like such a long time ago, and yet such a big mistake. Of course, without that, she wouldn't have Ollie.
"But," she added quickly, "even though I did the same thing your raunchy girlfriends did, I'm still better. They were just sluts." She pecked a kiss on him, laying a steady hand on his knee.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 9, 2009 16:30:21 GMT -5
Cian grinned then, eyes faraway as if remembering some old memory. "Oh yeah... The accent, they loved that..." He seemed to realize then that he was only digging himself into a deeper hole. Clearing his throat, he tossed a grin to his brother before looking repentent to Emma. "That's right, love. All sluts until you." He pressed his hand over hers.
"Mmm," he hummed in response. "But if you hadn't then we wouldn't have Ollie. And things wouldn't turn out as they are and then I wouldn't have you. That, Emma love, would be a tragedy." He grinned to her, to let her know that he was aware of how sappy that sounded. But he meant every word of it. He was very happy that everything in his life had happened as it had all brought him to that moment. "Even with the sort of messiness with Mo."
"Messiness?" Tim asked, looking up from Maura.
Cian nodded to his brother, pushing his fingers through Emma's. "Pregnancy got kind of rough..."
"'Rough'?" Tim asked, displeased with the vagueness of his brother's answer. "What d'you mean by 'rough'?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 9, 2009 20:27:45 GMT -5
A wry smile played at her lips, toying with him. "Oh, so it was Ollie that did you in for the marriage, was it?" she poked at him, crossing her legs deliberately. "I see how it is." The proceeding colorless talk of 'messiness' made her dig her fingernails into Cian's hand, lips pressed into a firm line. He wasn't going to say anything. Tim didn't need to know. None of his family did. It would only cause more problems. Or, worries, at the very least. She didn't want any more family members objecting to more kids like he had.
"Rough," she interfered, "just because I had a lot of morning sickness. Wasn't anything big, really."
With that, she sent a secretive glare to Cian, her hair falling over her shoulder and thankfully blocking her face from the queer. ((I feel bad for saying that. It's in the most loving way possible, Tim. I promise.))
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 9, 2009 21:05:30 GMT -5
Cian winced at the press of her nails into his flesh. He knew she didn't want him to tell but... This was Timmy. He told his brother everything; he couldn't just not tell him... He coughed softly and saved himself the trouble, lifting Emma's hand to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss there, listening as she lied to Tim.
Tim's eyes alternated between his brother and sister-in-law. Well, they were fucking lying to him. He licked his lips, stalling before turning to Cian. "Right. Morning sickness." He swallowed and raised his eyebrows before shaking his head. "D'you wanna tell what really happened?" He wouldn't have given it a second thought if they hadn't lied to him.
Cian sent an apologetic glance to Emma. "Mutant pregnancies are...complicated," he opened, slowly.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 9, 2009 21:15:03 GMT -5
She quickly withdrew her hand defiantly as he went on, gaze averted to the far off distance, somewhere off to the side. Was it necessary to tell him? His brother, yes, but... Emma felt the memories flood back, surprised that they were even there, actually. She had hoped that after she...came back from the dead that somehow they would all just be...washed away...
"Cian, stop," she snapped, refusing to look back at him, biting on her finger as she rested her elbow on an armrest of the couch.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 9, 2009 21:23:21 GMT -5
Cian immediately closed up at his wife's retaliation. He bowed his head, forcing himself not to rub at the back of his neck. He knew this was a tender subject with her. But...well, maybe she just didn't understand how it was between him and Tim. That's why the homosexual-and-drugs thing ha shook him as much as it had. He couldn't believe his brother had kept something from him. They just didn't do that. But, now, his wife was more important. Not to say he loved his brother any less, of course. Just that Emma was...more. That's all that mattered. She was bothered by this so he would cut it short.
Tim opened his mouth as if to inquire further but a telling look from Cian cut him short, though. He nodded slightly and then tossed Maura into the air. He pulled a silly face, smiling wide. "Your Ma doesn't want t' tell me what happened. D'you want to tell me?" He asked, obviously joking. Maura only giggled pawing at Tim's face excitedly.
"S'all right," Tim said, placing Maura back into his lap. "Don' have t' tell me if y' can't or whatever."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 9, 2009 21:46:56 GMT -5
Cian was close to his brother. She didn't want to close that off. Sighing, Emma conceded.
Letting her hand drop with a definitive slapping sound, she pushed herself off of the couch. "You can tell him when I'm not in the room," she forced the stressed words out as she turned to both of them before leaving to have her stuck-up parade in the other room. She didn't want to hear about how scared he was. About how she looked, how she felt. She knew how she felt, of course, but...she didn't need to know about Cian. Her Empathy told her enough of that.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 9, 2009 21:56:51 GMT -5
Cian's face tensed a moment as he grappled with whether he should stay with his brother or go after his wife. In the end, he determined that she was doing this for him. Instead of putting that to waste, he merely gave her hand a grateful squeeze and then gestured with a shrug of the shoulder for his brother to sit next to him.
With a raised brow, Tim joined him, cradling Maura close to his chest. The little girl took a mouthful of shirt, gumming on it happily. With his daughter occupied, Cian set into the whole story. He started from the beginning; the daily pains, the morning sickness. Then the premonition, the secrecy, the actual birth. The death. The resurrection. He left out the part about Dean only to simplify it for his brother's sake.
At the end, Cian had kept himself together fairly well. No tears, at least. Tim was in shock. He stared ahead blankly a moment, processing everything. Then, with a start, he slapped at Cian's shoulder. "Fuck! Y' can't even keep your own wife alive! I'm gay and I could keep a bird better!"
Cian's brow furrowed. "Wait. What? That doe'n't even make sense."
"Fuck if it does!" Tim replied. "Shit. But Em's all right now, innit she?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 10, 2009 22:37:32 GMT -5
Not that it had been a long time, but it certainly felt much more lengthened because of Oliver's waking up to a nightmare, and the weight of knowing that Cian was exposing their past circumstances. The little boy was back down, wanting to finish his nap--and frankly, it was quite unlikely he would function properly if he didn't--and once Emma was sure that Cian's story was finished, she leaned in the threshold separating the kitchen from the den. "Yes," she cut in, answering Timmy's question for Cian. Course, because of the trouble, your brother won't let me have any more kids.
She could see his logic. Not that she approved.
"Done?" she confirmed.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 10, 2009 22:51:42 GMT -5
TIm looked up shooting a smile to Emma at her confirmation. "Good. And yes, done." He pried Maura's jaw from his shirt and passed the little girl to his brother. Rising, he folded Emma into a hug but released her quickly, not wanting to make a big thing of it.
Cian tickled Maura in the stomach briefly. Looking up, he met his wife's eyes. "All right?" he asked, unnecessarily. A light smile played on the ends of his lips as Timmy moved back to the armchair.
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