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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 29, 2009 15:55:08 GMT -5
The small of her back was yelling strings of curses at her for not moving on the plane. Her arms were furious for not making Cian carry his daughter. Her head relayed instructions on how not to starve, accompanying itself with a solid, steady throb. Needless to say, she wanted to stop walking and pick up a taxi, even though there was only the walkway left to tackle. Adjusting the bag over her shoulder, she found her bodily pains dissipate when the thought of their family penetrated her mind, their aura radiating from the house, despite the rain. Oliver whined, a raindrop patting on his nose, dangling off the end. He shook his head, letting it fall, surely spraying those around him with his sopping wet hair. "Rann, rann, go 'way!" he sang loudly. "Ol' man bonk hees head, Daddy. Dat means rann gotsta go 'way. Right?" Emma smiled, pulling Maura's hood down a bit to block her face from the rain, though it was buried in her shoulder, anyway. The boy tilted his head up, eyes narrowed to see through the curtain of rain, gazing up at Timmy. "Uckle Teem," he addressed him, still holding his hand as they walked up to the house, stopping at the door and shaking themselves off before knocking, "joo all wet!" |
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 29, 2009 16:31:12 GMT -5
Of course it was raining. It never rained in Las Vegas. Like, ever. Cian remembered years from his childhood when the annual rainfall was less than one-tenth of an inch. So of course it would be the day his entire family was gathering that the rain just fucking pissed down. And showed no sign of stopping. And of course that same day was the day that they were bringing Timmy back. So conflict would be brewing, bad feelings would be stirring and they would all be fucking locked up inside one house, stuck with one another. And on top of everything, Cian had had the marvelous idea of telling Tim to invite David along. Because that would make things better, right? Sometimes, he hated himself. At least he wouldn't be coming until later on. He couldn't help but smile at Oliver's singing though. "I sure hope so, lad," he replied. He let go of his son's hand a second to straighten the hood on his jacket. Not that it would help much, since they were practically inside. It had fallen from Oliver's head some time between the airport and the house and no one had gotten around to fixing it. Ah well, the boy would live. Maura, in her mother arms, was humming happily, the driest of them all. She made a little "Mm-mm!" noise with every step Emma took. Cian smiled again. He fucking loved his kids. Turning to Emma, he saw that she was smiling too, obviously enjoying their antics as well. "Uckle Teem, joo all wet!"Tim chuckled at that. "So are joo," he replied. Bending slightly, he shook his head rapidly, sending even more water over the little boy. And Cian. "All right, all right," Cian murmured, slapping his brother lightly upside the head. A smile was teasing the corners of his lips though. He knocked loudly and kept going until the door was answered. No way he was sitting out in the rain much longer. He wasn't like Tim, who loved the rain enough to, apparently, not need a jacket of any kind. "Enough!" Came a shout from the house. "I'm bloody comin'!" The door swung open, revealing Lucas. The boy looked them over and a hug grin broke over his face. Moving aside a little to let them in, he shouted, "Hey! The homo's home!" Tim winced and Cian sighed, dropping his forehead to his hand. Maura kept humming. Let the games begin... |
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 29, 2009 16:42:26 GMT -5
"And Tim, too!" Emma called into the house after Lucas, sending a look to her husband amid laughter. Without waiting, she took a step into the house with everyone else, refusing to stay outside and being subjected to acting like a duck. Even ducks didn't like this weather, she reasoned. Since when did it rain like this in Vegas? Once they were under sheltered roof, she peeled Maura's hood off, revealing her smiling face. "Well, you're nice and dry, aren't you," he chuckled, rubbing noses with her.
She couldn't wait to show Maura off.
"Hey!" Oliver cried, blocking his eyes with his little hands as Tim sent the water flying toward him. "I already wet, Uckle Teem. No wanna be wetter-est! Daddy!" To escape the bombarding of water, he was sent scrambling into the house, running through doorways and past people until his hood slipped over his eyes, and he crashed into his grandmother. "Oof!" he cried, falling back onto his backside. He craned his neck up, eyes still covered by the hood. "Hello!"
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 29, 2009 16:55:58 GMT -5
"And Tim, too!"
"Ha ha ha," Cian responded. "I want a divorce," he added in deadpan, following them into the house. Oliver came dashing in a second later, attempting to escape his uncle. As he fell to the ground, Cian shook his head. Helping his son up, he removing the hood and rubbed his wet hair.
"Hello, love!" Cathy sang out, bending to kiss Oliver's forehead. She cooed over his a second before straightening up and facing her wrath to Lucas. "Lucas William Lawrence! Watch your bloody mouth, will you!" She cuffed his upside the head lightly before moving to the door.
On the way there, she put a hand to Emma's shoulder. "Wet out, is it dear?" she joked, dropping kisses to both her and the child's cheek. "And hello to you pretty, little thing! You are the most adorable baby I've ever seen!" She passed Emma a wink. "I'll be back to spoil her in a moment."
Cian headed toward the door after his mother, aware that Tim had not yet entered. As his other siblings crowded around Emma and Oliver, doting on the their nephew and new niece, Cian and his mother met eyes with Tim. The young man stood on the door step, water sluicing over his hair and face, fists tight around the cuffs of his shirt. "Come in, Timmy love," Cathy said gently, taking his arm to urge him along. "You'll catch your death in that cold."
"Sorry, Ma," Tim replied absently. "Is-" his voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "Is Da about?"
"He went out with Seannie and some of the other boys. He said he'd be back in about an hour."
Tim nodded at that and Cian blew out a sigh of relief. Tim could have some time to settle before facing his father. From the crowd, a happy shriek broke through, followed by a "Timmy!!" Liadan had spotted her brother and made a dash for him, connected solidly with his middle. She wrapped her arms around him tight, rubbing her cheek against his soaking shirt. "I missed you!" she declared.
Her exclamation seemed to get the attention of the others as well; they all congregated around the dripping Timmy, the girls getting their hugs and kisses in while the boys ruffled his hair and pinched his cheeks teasingly. Underneath everyone, Tim was blushing vibrantly, but smiling even brighter.
Cian heaved a happy sigh, kissed his mother's cheek and moved to Emma.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 29, 2009 17:07:23 GMT -5
"Aww, why?" Emma tagged along after him, chin resting on his shoulder. "Because of your boyfriend?" A wide grin displayed across her face and she kissed his cheek, ruffling his unruly hair before averting her attention to Catherine. "Like you wouldn't believe," she chuckled, putting a hand on the back of her baby's head, keeping her steady as she wriggled to move about and see all the new people and identify who belonged to which voice. "Come, Mo," she whispered, lifting her in her arm, "say hello to Grandma?" Receiving a wink, she nodded, eyes drifting to the Tim, who was still in the doorway, looking like he was made of stone. Her smile faded, knowing that he must be shell-shocked and worried about coming home and facing everyone who now knew about something so personal about him; something his parents had discouraged and put him out for.
Emma sent him a reassuring grin, reaching out to touch his sleeve and pull him in. "Okay, Timmy?" she checked, though he was abruptly surrounded by a slew of people, Danny racing toward him at full speed and colliding with impeccable force. Taking a step back to give them their space, she moved closer to Cian.
Oliver slipped by his Da, too, holding onto the leg of his pants. The congregation around Uncle Tim had him confused.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 29, 2009 17:20:05 GMT -5
"Aww, why? Because of your boyfriend?"
"Maybe I should get a boyfriend," Cian muttered to himself. He took of his coat and hung it up, but could up his quiet rant to himself. "He'd be nicer to me, I bet. Wouldn't tease me about being gay...or in that case, heterosexual. And he'd make me pie too. I like pie, but no one makes me pie now." He ended with a "hmph," fixing his mussed hair.
Maura clapped her hands happily at all the voices and excitement. "Aaa-llo!" she called happily. "Muhh-mee! Dah-daa, All-er!" Those were the only things she really knew how to say and she liked saying them over and over. Cathy marvelled happily over the little girl, gawking and applauding.
Tim barely had time for a nod before his siblings engulfed him. The pack soon dispersed, the Lawrences bouncing between Timmy and Cian and Emma and Oliver and Maura. Once she was done with Tim, Liadan moved to Emma, grinning. "Helloooo, pretty girl!" she sang out to Maura. "Emma, she's gorgeous!"
Maura reached out, swatting at Liadan's face. "Bop!" she exclaimed happily. Liadin laughed and "bopped" Maura's nose back. "Got that from your brother, huh?"
Finished with his brooding about how a boyfriend would treat him better than his wife, Cian bent to scoop Oliver up, holding him close. "What's up, lad?" he asked, rubbing his nose against the boy's. He watched as his mother moved to Timmy, taking her into a close hug. Smiling lightly, he put his attention back on Oliver.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 29, 2009 17:29:37 GMT -5
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, smile flipping, a hand going to her heart as she repelled from Cian. "Maybe I should stop doing your laundry and making your meals and birthing your children," she snapped back, sending him a glare out of the corner of her eye, only slightly irked that he was doing it with such a straight face that it seemed that he was serious. She was so getting him back for this. Snapping an incredulously angry face at him, she messed up his hair again before walking away to join the bigger group.
Catherine and Danny's duel interaction with Mo kept her occupied long enough. After a while, seeing that they weren't going to relent very soon, she handed Maura off to her godmother before grabbing the bags to take them upstairs. Didn't make him pie. Ridiculous. Next time you'll have to excuse me whilst I puke on your royal rug, Sire, she thought spitefully.
Ollie suddenly found himself on higher ground, smiling delicately as he touched noses with Daddy. "Nuffin," he replied in a docile, almost bored, tone. He wanted to play. Or maybe eat. He hadn't eaten in a long time. But mostly he wanted someone to play with him. Everybody was always playing with Mo.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 29, 2009 17:50:23 GMT -5
He chuckled as Emma moved off angrily. He was on her shit-list now. "Your mum's ticked at me, lad," he told his son in a conspiratorial whisper. He smoothed out his hair again before Lucas came over and interrupted them. Cian greeted his brother with a smile and pat on the back. "How've things been, Luke?" he asked.
Lucas let out a short laugh and shook his head. "Y'kidding? If Mum wasn't crying, she was shouting at Da and if Da wasn't shoutin' back he was brooding in front of the Notre Dame game." He sighed softly and ruffled Oliver's hair. "S'been rough. But, hey, Timmy's back now so Ma'll be happy. And Da get over it soon enough. Think he just needed time to adjust, yeah?"
Cian nodded his agreement and Lucas' attention turned to Oliver. "Hey there, lad. D'you remember me? I'm you're Uncle Lucas. And no matter what any of these others say, I'm the best uncle here all right?" He spared a glance to Timmy, talking with their mom, and then turned back to Oliver. "Well, maybe Timmy is a little better. But I'm the close second."
Liadan cooed happily at the little girl, running her hands along her soft hair. All the other girls had gathered around her at that point, exclaiming over her eyes and hair and the little shoes and the jacket. Maura enjoyed the attention at first, but then got fussy. She shifted in Liadan's arm, calling for her Momma. Tim reacted before Cian though, excusing himself from Cathy and moving to take the baby.
"Hey there, Maura Erin. What're you crying about, huh?" Maura giggled softly at Tim's familiar voice and hold. She took the finger that was tickling her under the chin in her grip and took it into her mouth. She gummed at it happily, smiling up at her uncle.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 29, 2009 21:58:53 GMT -5
Cocking a brow, Oliver didn't respond to Daddy right away. He turned back to catch a short glimpse of Mommy before she disappeared into the guest room upstairs, then jerked back, about to say something when he noticed that Daddy was engulfed in a conversation with Uckle Lukey.
Throwing a hand, eyes drifting up, Ollie rested back on Daddy's shoulder. "Oh, Uckle Lukey," he drawled, as if what he was about to say was common knowledge, "of course I 'member joo. Joo mah Uckle Lukey--duh!" His jaw dropped open, having an epiphany; a new idea come to mind. "An' Uckle Lukey, joo know what?" he gasped, holding up his hands. He tapped his nose with the heel of his palm. "Beep!"
Maura's whining cut into his focus, and he looked over at the crowd of girls. "I do, I do," he volunteered, wiggling down from Daddy and rushing up to Tim with his arms up and out. "I do, Uckle Teem. She mah weetle sistah, joo know. I knows dis. Daddy tells me, so I knows dis."
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 30, 2009 1:30:50 GMT -5
"Ollie," Cian scolded gently. "Careful, lad. Don't want to hurt Uncle Luke."
Luke laughed heartily at Oliver's antics though, waving a hand. "He's fine," Luke assured him. He then retaliating, not only beeping Oliver's nose but flicking it softly. A moment later, Oliver was wiggling from his Daddy's arms, making off toward Tim and Maura.
Cian watched him a moment before clapping a hand to Lucas' back. "Hey, keep an eye on him for me? Gonna go make sure Emma isn't plotting my death," he joked. Luke just laughed and nodded. Cian thanked him and dashed up the stairs.
"Emma," he called softly in sing-song. Trailing into the room they were staying in, he found her. Coming up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her. "I like you much better than all the boyfriends I don't have." He kissed her neck gently, hoping she wasn't too seriously mad at him.
Back downstairs, Tim was smiling down to Oliver. "I know, and you're a great big brother, Ollie." Crouching down, he held Maura so that she was facing her brother. "Who's this, Mo, huh?" Maura giggled happily, reaching out toward her brother. "Ahhh-lee!" she cried happily, hands waving in excitement. "Ahhhll-errr!"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 31, 2009 0:30:40 GMT -5
The sound of the door opening didn't phase her as she continued to sort through the clothing they'd brought for their stay. She tossed aside a stray pack of rubbers, rolling her eyes. The man could dream, she'd give him that. His voice carved through her focus and bits of hair fell into her face as she turned to look at him, still slightly hunched over the suitcase atop the bed. "Sure you do," she replied with very little emotion leaning either way, "I'll just slip you some arsenic in your drink and we'll call it even." Joking, of course. Though it was more fun to lead him in the opposing view.
"It's too bad, really," she added pointedly, arranging the clothes by owner, pretending not to really care about what was coming out of her mouth. "Now that you've switched teams, you get none," she motioned to her chest in circles, "of these." Then she pulled a pouting face, bottom lip out, before snapping back to apathy.
Smiling proudly, Oliver beamed up at his aunts and uncles, wanting to make sure they heard that. He was a great big brother. Did they hear? Huh, did they? Well, did they? Mo squealed, and although he was unsure about how to react, he smiled anyway, nodding, knowing that she was making an infantile attempt at his name. "Owiver," he encouraged. "Joo Mo-Mo," he pointed to her. Then he laughed, "Joo thilly, Mo."
Promptly distracted, he spun around to Lucas and Brian, gripping their hands. "Pay wiff me!" he all but demanded, leading them into the den. "Come, come, pay wiff me, pease? We do choo-choo?"
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 31, 2009 0:58:34 GMT -5
"Sure you do," she replied with very little emotion leaning either way, "I'll just slip you some arsenic in your drink and we'll call it even." Cian grinned cockily, shaking his head. "Well, that won't work. I've spent the last few years building up a resistence to arsenic. You're attempts at murder will prove useless." He nuzzled her neck gently, still smiling. "Now that you've switched teams, you get none," she motioned to her chest in circles, "of these." At that, Cian pulled from her to pout. Pulling out the puppy-dog-eyes, he whined, "But... But...boobies..." he said sadly, studying her chest. "I like dem." ----- Maura giggled, delighted by her brother's attention and speech. She clapped her hands and spoke rapidly in some sort of gibberish, baby-talk. At the end, she seemed quite proud of herself as she was clapping again and bouncing a little too. "Ahller!" she said at least, reaching for her brother. She managed to catch his nose, bopping it. Laughing again, she added, "Bop!" At Oliver's request, Lucas and Brian exchanged a glance. "Dunno how to play 'choo-choo,'" Lucas replied. "You could teach us thiough." "Or," Brian piped up, grinning to his brother. "We could play airplane. You wanna do that, buddy?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 31, 2009 1:08:32 GMT -5
"And, mercury? How's your fortitude against mercury?" she chimed, eyes narrowed as she studied him. He stuck his face into her neck and she twirled his moppy hair, still wet from the rain. Though she was tempted to pull out the condoms, she resisted, instead retreating from his touch. Emma flashed him an unconvinced, pulled grin. "I know. Maybe your boyfriend can grow them for you."
Patting him on the head, she went back to sorting the clothes, finding her work becoming more meticulous the longer he stood there. She scoffed, then, holding up the rubbers. "By the way, good job being discreet. You're lucky our kids didn't unzip the suitcase and ask what these were," she chuckled under her breath.
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His jaw hung agape, bright eyes shining with the new idea. He stood, shocked, for a while before nodded feverishly, agreeing to the suggestion. "Yes!" he gasped, holding his arms out to the sides like flanks, tracing a circle around Brian's legs before crawling between his legs and poking his head up to look at his face upside-down. "Earo-plan! Yike da one me an' Mommy an' Daddy an' Mo was just on? Zoom, zoom!"
Dashing off, he grabbed a stray pair of swim goggles that had been forgotten by the stereo, much too big for his face, but he strapped them on, anyway, also taking a lost-and-found baseball cap and giving that a snug fit on his head. "All ready, Uckle Bree an' Uckle Lukey," he declared, showing his new wardrobe to them. "I fwy da plane nows? An' joo, too?"
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Jan 4, 2010 15:58:24 GMT -5
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"And, mercury? How's your fortitude against mercury?" He pouted briefly, keeping his face in her neck. But then she was toying with her hair and he knew she wasn't really all that mad. He grinned then, kissing her neck delicately.
"I know. Maybe your boyfriend can grow them for you." He chuckled at that, nodding. "Sure, okay. I prefer them natural, actually," he pointed out. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close to him. But then she patted him on the head and pulled away, going back to her unpacking.
"By the way, good job being discreet. You're lucky our kids didn't unzip the suitcase and ask what these were." Cian just grinned and shrugged. "Always be prepared, right?" he offered as reasoning. Hey, he could dream. And making love to his wife in his childhood house... Well, it was a dream.
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Brian and Luke laughed heartily at the sight of Oliver. "Look at you," Lucas declared. "You're all set, huh boy-oh?" He touseled Oliver's hair and ran off for his own winter hat, complete with ear flaps. Tugging it on, he showed off his ownsupplies. "What d'you think, Ollie? Am I pilot-material?"
Brian only laughed at them before scooping Oliver into his arms. "All right, buddy. Take-off is in five, four, three, two... One!" With that, Brian created his own soud affects, mimicking a plane taking off. He ran, holding Oliver out across his arms. Lucas followed as did Thomas, not about to be left out of the fun.
Cathy just shook her head and looked to her daughters, grand-daughter and Timmy. "Do you boys never grow up?" she asked exasperatedly. A fond smile dressed her face, though. Timmy quickly passed Maura off to her, darting after his brothers, eager to join in.
Danny had a good long laugh at that, shaking her head. "No, Ma. They never do grow up." Maura, who had been quiet the entire time chose that moment to declare: "Fwy! Fwy like pwane!"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 8, 2010 19:05:37 GMT -5
((I apologize. I picture Cian secretly attracted to everything.))
To unpack was like trying to sadle a stallion--like the definition of stupidity: trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results; futile. A hair away from giving up on the clothes and essentials and such, Emma flicked away an eyelash from his cheek. She giggled. "Natural boobs. There shouldn't have to be another option." Natural was supposed to be the only kind. The thought of plastic welded to her skin made her shudder.
A low rumble; a tremor started downstairs. A soft hum, the energized sound of distant activity. She loved that feeling, especially when her empathy clung to it. Then she could not only sense it, but have each and every emotion inside of her. And it was this kind of energy--the busy household, the undying affection mixed with eager obligation--that made her thrive, including in her own house.
"Thought you were kind of against that," she readjusted to her surroundings, sitting down on the bed and facing Cian, an arm crossing her chest to let her hand rest on the opposite knee, perhaps a kind of barrier. Boundary, to keep their distance while she treaded lightly on this subject. "Frequent sex, I mean. Or was that just unprotected?" Perhaps she was being vague, but coming right out with it didn't seem right. Emma knew he didn't want to talk about this until the topic came up by itself, still something drove her to prove her point.
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He nodded with certainty, pretending his arms were the flanks of the plane, the wings to keep them elevated. Brain moved so fast and everything was going by and there was a manmade breeze flushing his face and making him blink more often and he never wanted it to stop. At last he was able to muster a sound that put a name to his feelings, laughing, mimicking his uncle's sounds. A plane, he was a plane!
"High een da sky, Capteen. I see da clouds an' da ocean! Ook, Capteen, I sees da whales! Beep beep!" His fingers curled, grabbing the steering mechanism of the aircraft (which had to be substituted using Brian's thumbs) and he swerved them to the entryway where the rest of the family was still huddled. "Geese an' ducks straight 'head, Capteen! Honk honk!" As they whizzed by, he grabbed hold of Danny's nose, giving it a squeeze with an additionally loud "Honk!" before disappearing around a corner. "Vroom vroom!"
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Jan 8, 2010 20:56:39 GMT -5
"Natural boobs. There shouldn't have to be another option."
"Believe me, love, there isn'." Cian said, grinning. He pulled her into his arms once more, kissing her softly on the lips. Determined not to be cut short like before, he coaxed her into the kiss slowly, one hand rubbing softly at her arm. He loved when she was wet. Her hair hung heavy and curly and she smelled fresh and earthy. He could just stand there and kiss her and hold her all night long.
The embrace eventually had to break though, and when it did Emma was sitting on the bed, seeming closed off. Cian cocked his head to the side, eyes tightening a little as he listened to her. "Thought you were kind of against that. Frequent sex, I mean. Or was that just unprotected?"
She was talking about babies. Cian knew his wife and he knew that she was talking about babies. When it came to impasses, this one between them was pretty bad. Because both of them wanted the same thing, in this case. Cian just couldn't allow himself to willingly lead his wife into pain and quite possibly death.
"Unprotected sex is rather bad for you, I've 'eard. But ne'er say that I'm against frequent sex." He shot her a bawdy grin but it was half-hearted. He wanted to give her what she wanted, but... how could he?
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The brothers laughed heartily at Oliver's behavior. That is until Luke got himself all tripped up, falling flat on his stomach over the threshold to the kitchen. Brian, without enough time to catch himself, tripped over his brother, falling as well. He managed to twist and land on his back though, so Oliver landed harmlessly on his stomach.
Thomas came next, skidding to a stop in just before he would have joined his brothers. As he was getting ready to mock them for their lack of grace, Timmy rounded the corner and smashed into Thomas, sending them both flying right over Oliver, Luke and Brian and crashing to the ground a few feet into the kitchen from the other dog-pile.
While the Lawrence boy's were all collapsing into a fit of laughter, the side door in the kitchen opened and William stepped into his home. Eyes scanning the melee, he shouted, "What in the Sam Hill is goin' on here?!" Thought his face was fixed into something of chastisement, his eyes sparkled and a thread of amusement worked into his voice.
Good thing he hadn't noticed Timmy was in the bunch yet.
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Two rather loud crashes sounded from the first floor, followed by immense laughter that was cut short by the Irish bellow: "What in Sam Hill is goin' on here?" Cian looked up from his feet and tugged his hand from its position of scratching at the back of his head. "Dad's home," he stated simply. He knew his father wasn't really anger by the tone of his voice but he was sure, once he noticed Timmy was there, he would be.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 8, 2010 21:33:36 GMT -5
For some reason his sweat and the rain and the smell of his house drew her in but instantly repelled her back, as if it was something she wasn't allowed to have yet, not until her feelings were settled. To her that seemed ridiculous, because she loved him and would always love him, but her body seemed to think otherwise. Something about him didn't settle well with something about her, or so her subconscious thought. Or she assumed it thought. It was subconscious; she couldn't tell. What she could tell obviously wasn't.
"Cian," Emma huffed, face falling, "come on, I'm trying to talk to you." His jaunty grin and angled features finished off what was left of the attempted conversation, and she let it die in its own glory, or lack thereof. William's call finalized it, and she stood, walking past her husband before he completed his two-worded, obvious annoucement.
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All of a sudden there were bodies. He didn't remember falling, but he didn't like it. It left his stomach where he'd been flying the plane. Now he was somewhere totally new, with people under and over him, goggles askew and covering his nose and half of his eye. "Ouchie," he mumbled, struggling to sit up in the pile of boys.
A new presence, there was definitely someone new here. Whirling his head around he caught sight of big, brawny William and squealed, reaching his arms up. "Hewo, Gwandpa!" he called cheerily.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Jan 8, 2010 22:15:15 GMT -5
"Cian," Emma huffed, face falling, "come on, I'm trying to talk to you."
The remnants of his failed grin melted off at her pleading. He opened his mouth to reply (I know, I'm trying, This is hard, I want what you want, I love you, I can't, Please understand, How can I when I know what will happen, I can't lose you, I'm sorry, There are other ways, I love you, I love you, I love you). The words fell short, dying prematurely at the tip of his tongue.
As it was, it didn't matter because she was walking out. He was left to follow, forcing his hands into his pockets. As they made their way downstairs, he tried to focus on the situation at hand. Timmy and Da. They were important at the moment.
Rounding to the dining room, one hand slid from his pocket and swung forward gently to take one of hers.
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William smiled at the sight of his grandson. "Oliver Lawrence! You've full grown up, boy-oh!" he exclaimed, laughing and slapping at his thigh. He bent, scooping the boy into his arms for a tight hug.
While William tended to Oliver, the Lawrence brothers regained their feet, still laughing loosely at each other. Only Timmy kept a straight face. His bottom lip had disappeared behind his teeth and he edged toward his father; caught between remaining invisible and making his presence known.
"I see y' there, Timmy. We'll talk in a secon'. Lemme just say hello to my grand-kids, yeah?" His voice gave nothing away and Tim could only nod, unsure if his fatehr was upset or happy or angry or...anything at all.
The girls shuffled in after, some teasing their brothers, some greeting their father. Cathy went through the group, tutting over her sons, making sure no one was truly injured. Danny took up the rear, carrying Maura along. Upon seeing the unfamiliar man, she tried to copy the name Oliver had said. "Goompa!" she said happily. She clapped and bounced in Danny's arms.
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"'Lo, Da," Cian greeted mildly. He squeezed Emma's hand once before moving to his brother a little. He just rested a hand on Timmy's shoulder, just to remind him that he was there, one hundred percent.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 10, 2010 9:57:31 GMT -5
((I lawl'd at "goompa."))
Upon seeing the heap of boys, Oliver somewhere squished in the middle, Emma rolled her eyes, fingers soon in the tight grip of Cian's hand. Caught by surprise, she kept hers unresponsive, allowing them to redden with the squeeze before he moved to Tim's side. There was no reason to be nervous about how his father would react. Only thing to do was wait. That had to be true, because that was what she kept telling herself.
The pack of Lawrences greeted their father or laughed about falling on top of each other. Emma gave William the routine kiss on his cheek, welcoming him as well, keeping a steady eye on Oliver, who appeared to be fixing his dissheveled cap.
((Sorry, shitty. Not much to say.))
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Jan 15, 2010 20:56:21 GMT -5
"And this must be the new granddaughter!" William said happily, passing a well-hugged Oliver onto Cian, giving his son a hearty pat on the back at the same time. Taking Maura into his hands, he held her over his head, jiggling her slightly. Maura half-shrieked in delight. She didn't really know who this was, but she liked him.
William held her close to his chest then, tapping her nose once. "Cute as a button, Emma. Y' did a good job with this one." Passing a smile to his daughter-in-law, he added, "And you're lookin' beautiful as well, but that is not outside the normal." He dropped a kiss to Emma's cheek, then, returning her daughter to her.
He moved to Timmy then, the boy's wide eyes locked on his father. William placed his hands on Tim's shoulders, sighing softly. Without warning, he smacked his son's cheek, but lightly, jokingly. "I don't want you out of the house for that long ever again, y' hear?"
Tim, realizing that that was as close to an apology as he would ever get, just smirked and chuckled. "Yeah, all right, Da. I heard y'."
"Good," William replied, bringing his son in for a warm embrace.
Cian felt a sigh of relief leave his body as he watched. He had been worried there, he'd admit. But all was well. For the time being, at least, which was all you could ask for in the Lawrence household.
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