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Post by Cian Lawrence on May 1, 2010 21:17:34 GMT -5
Cian smiled gently at his boy, allowing himself to be dragged into the bedroom. There was still a lingering sickness at the back of his head, but he was able to repress it, restrain it. It was much easier to do so than when he was around just Emma... He studied Oliver as he clammored into his lap, bring a book. Could Oliver be the cause of this alleviation? Was there anything his little son couldn't fix?
Grin splitting wide, Cian nodded. "'Course, Ollie." Jesus, he could actually think straight. It was like he was a changed man. Or a changed back man. Hugging Oliver to him, he buried his face in his neck a moment. "I love you, you know that, lad?" he assured the boy in his lap.
Taking the book into his hands, he settled his back against the bed and stretched his legs out. He had just needed some quality time with his son after all.
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Post by Oliver on May 4, 2010 17:55:57 GMT -5
Ohboyohboyohboy, Daddy was gonna read to him! Wiggling with delight in his lap, he waited for him to accept the book before nuzzling contently against his chest, getting into a ready position to hear the story. He plugged his thumb into his mouth, already staring at the cover with expectancy. Daddy seemed to be distracted by something and soon Daddy's semi-unshaven face tickled his neck. He giggled eradically before snaking his arms backwards around his neck.
"Yes, I know," he assured him as he let go and dropped back down into the pit Daddy's crossed legs created for him: a perfectly sized seat. "Read, pease?" Reciprocating the love could come later. Right now he just wanted his story.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on May 9, 2010 1:17:45 GMT -5
Cian smirked crookedly, shaking his head a bit. "Yeah, all right lad. Let's have a story then." Cuddling his son closer to his chest, Cian indulged in the moment for a beat. A flutter started in his upper-chest. He wasn't sure how long this lightness; this airiness would last but he wanted it around as long as possible.
Reading, Cian fell into a simple cadence. Simplistic, children's books were easy to step through without much of any thought. Cian embraced this fact, allowing his body to sink into relaxation. He could feel the vibrations of his own voice in his chest thanks to Ollie's weight leaning against him.
When the story was finally finished, Cian folded the book, grinning down at his son. This was good. he could do this.
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Post by Oliver on Jun 18, 2010 16:44:50 GMT -5
This was a good story. It wasn't too short, and wasn't too long. But there were scary parts. He didn't like when the whale was about to swallow Pinnochio, but he liked seeing the little black cat. He sure was cute. That made him think of animals and that made him think of pets and that made him think of Luna. Oliver was good and only interrupted Daddy once, arching his back forward and lifting his arms up in the air, proclaiming, "We gotta get another doggy!" before falling back down into his former position, thumb-in-mouth included.
Pinnochio ended the way it always did, and he liked the happy finish. Jumping away, he put the book back on the shelf, thanking Daddy in a mumble along the way, wanting to pick out another one, because he liked when Daddy read. Hmm, what did he want to pick out?
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