Nathan and Moira, Wednesday night
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xp_logsAfter Rachel's adventure, Nathan and Moira put her to bed. Where she will, of course, proceed to sleep through the night. Her parents retire to the living room to discuss how they seemed to have managed to spawn evil incarnate.
He really could and should calm down, Nathan thought a bit wildly as Moira bent over the crib, murmuring something softly to the soundly sleeping baby. After all, she wasn't hurt. In fact, she seemed to have rather enjoyed herself, all things considered.
Standing up, Moira quickly backed out of the room after kissing Rachel on the head. "I think she's dead asleep," she whispered, joining Nathan.
"Well. She's had a busy evening." It came out very quietly, but still a little wild-sounding.
Looking up, she couldn't help but laugh as she grabbed her heart. "Gave me a bloody 'eart attack!" she said, shaking her head.
"Gave you a heart attack," Nathan muttered, putting an arm around her shoulders as he drew her out of the room. "I was the one who woke up and found her gone, remember? Gah. Never napping again."
Moira elbowed him in the ribs. "It wasnae yer fault! 'ow could ye 'ave known she was goin' ta do tha'?" There was definately a chiding tone to her voice. "Ye cannae be awake 24 hours out o' th' day, love."
"Moira, our six month old daughter was wandering the halls in a TK bubble." Nathan hesitated, staring straight ahead. "I just realized how that sounds."
Her lips twitched just slightly. "She was flyin'," she tried ta help.
"And enjoying it. The glee...." He shook his head. "I swear. She's got a sadistic sense of humor. The shocked reactions were amusing her."
A snort escaped as Moira covered her mouth, trying so desperatly not to laugh. "Th' look...on Cain's face..."
"He'll never, ever be convinced that she's not trying to take over the world." Nathan went over and flopped down on the couch with a sigh.
Grinning, she sat on his lap and poked him again. "Oh, it was funny once we got over our fright."
"She was perfectly adorable, wasn't she?" Everyone had been thinking very loudly about their encounters with the flying telekinetic baby, so he'd gotten quite a bit, if second-hand, on his way down to help. Rachel's wide sparkling eyes, the happy little noises she'd made as she bobbed through her air in her telekinetic bubble... Nathan closed his eyes, trying to suppress the snickers.
Leaning against his chest, Moira couldn't hold in anymore and the giggles rolled out. "Cain chasin' her wit' th' broom o' all things, an' Catseye...Oh God..."
"I wonder just how strong that bubble is." Interesting manifestation, that. Potentially very useful, too, the paranoid paternal part of Nathan's mind pointed out.
"Aye, me too. The brat. She is so our child."
"So what does that say about us, hmm? That our genes combine to produce a super-gifted, evil young prodigy..."
"Well, I thought I was an evil genius..."
"She got all her brains from you," Nathan said, relaxing a little finally. Rachel was fine. Evil incarnate, but fine. "Brains and the red hair..."
"An' yer habit o' gettin' inta trouble."
"Oh, like that's all mine," Nathan scoffed.
Moira leaned back and tried to look innocent. "Ach, I dinnae get inta trouble!"
Nathan slid his arms around her. "Right. Perfectly well-behaved, all the days of your life... I believe you."
"Completely!" she protested, snuggling closer as she laughed. "Totally innocent 'ere, thank ye verra much."
"She's doomed. Our poor child. She's going to grow up with the most twisted sense of the appropriate... we're going to warp her."
"'Tis our duty as parents ta warp our child. An' embarrass her when she's older."
"Hrmph." Nathan closed his eyes. "I was having such a good nap, too," he said woefully.
"Well, there is a verra lovely bed in tha' direction," Moira helped.
Nathan opened his eyes, giving her a thoughtful look, and then resettled his arms around her and rose - with a bit of a telekinetic assist, since he didn't see the need to strain his back. "Do we lock the munchkin in her room?"
"I suggest weights," she replied, situating herself more comfortably. "Maybe in her footie pajamas."
He really could and should calm down, Nathan thought a bit wildly as Moira bent over the crib, murmuring something softly to the soundly sleeping baby. After all, she wasn't hurt. In fact, she seemed to have rather enjoyed herself, all things considered.
Standing up, Moira quickly backed out of the room after kissing Rachel on the head. "I think she's dead asleep," she whispered, joining Nathan.
"Well. She's had a busy evening." It came out very quietly, but still a little wild-sounding.
Looking up, she couldn't help but laugh as she grabbed her heart. "Gave me a bloody 'eart attack!" she said, shaking her head.
"Gave you a heart attack," Nathan muttered, putting an arm around her shoulders as he drew her out of the room. "I was the one who woke up and found her gone, remember? Gah. Never napping again."
Moira elbowed him in the ribs. "It wasnae yer fault! 'ow could ye 'ave known she was goin' ta do tha'?" There was definately a chiding tone to her voice. "Ye cannae be awake 24 hours out o' th' day, love."
"Moira, our six month old daughter was wandering the halls in a TK bubble." Nathan hesitated, staring straight ahead. "I just realized how that sounds."
Her lips twitched just slightly. "She was flyin'," she tried ta help.
"And enjoying it. The glee...." He shook his head. "I swear. She's got a sadistic sense of humor. The shocked reactions were amusing her."
A snort escaped as Moira covered her mouth, trying so desperatly not to laugh. "Th' look...on Cain's face..."
"He'll never, ever be convinced that she's not trying to take over the world." Nathan went over and flopped down on the couch with a sigh.
Grinning, she sat on his lap and poked him again. "Oh, it was funny once we got over our fright."
"She was perfectly adorable, wasn't she?" Everyone had been thinking very loudly about their encounters with the flying telekinetic baby, so he'd gotten quite a bit, if second-hand, on his way down to help. Rachel's wide sparkling eyes, the happy little noises she'd made as she bobbed through her air in her telekinetic bubble... Nathan closed his eyes, trying to suppress the snickers.
Leaning against his chest, Moira couldn't hold in anymore and the giggles rolled out. "Cain chasin' her wit' th' broom o' all things, an' Catseye...Oh God..."
"I wonder just how strong that bubble is." Interesting manifestation, that. Potentially very useful, too, the paranoid paternal part of Nathan's mind pointed out.
"Aye, me too. The brat. She is so our child."
"So what does that say about us, hmm? That our genes combine to produce a super-gifted, evil young prodigy..."
"Well, I thought I was an evil genius..."
"She got all her brains from you," Nathan said, relaxing a little finally. Rachel was fine. Evil incarnate, but fine. "Brains and the red hair..."
"An' yer habit o' gettin' inta trouble."
"Oh, like that's all mine," Nathan scoffed.
Moira leaned back and tried to look innocent. "Ach, I dinnae get inta trouble!"
Nathan slid his arms around her. "Right. Perfectly well-behaved, all the days of your life... I believe you."
"Completely!" she protested, snuggling closer as she laughed. "Totally innocent 'ere, thank ye verra much."
"She's doomed. Our poor child. She's going to grow up with the most twisted sense of the appropriate... we're going to warp her."
"'Tis our duty as parents ta warp our child. An' embarrass her when she's older."
"Hrmph." Nathan closed his eyes. "I was having such a good nap, too," he said woefully.
"Well, there is a verra lovely bed in tha' direction," Moira helped.
Nathan opened his eyes, giving her a thoughtful look, and then resettled his arms around her and rose - with a bit of a telekinetic assist, since he didn't see the need to strain his back. "Do we lock the munchkin in her room?"
"I suggest weights," she replied, situating herself more comfortably. "Maybe in her footie pajamas."
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Date: 2005-12-08 05:19 pm (UTC)My goodness gracious. You want to start her on telekinetic strength-training already?