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xp_logsMoments of domesticity and small yet important milestones.
"What is with you tonight, munchkin?" Nathan asked curiously, wiping Rachel's face with a cloth. She sniffled unhappily at him and he raised an eyebrow. "Moira," he said, looking back over his shoulder to where Moira was disposing of dishes in their still somewhat-disorganized kitchen, "she's drooling a lot."
"Droolin'?" Wiping her hands off, Moira headed back out of the kitchen. "Wha' do ye mean she's droolin' a lot...oh. Oh, aye, tha' she is." Taking her out of Nathan's arms, she cuddled her daughter on her hip. "Wha's wron', lovely? Ye look like a ripe ol' fountain tonight."
"Mmmph," Rachel said piteously and stuck her fist in her mouth, chewing.
Nathan tilted his head at her quizzically. "Hurts," he said, his eyes a bit unfocused as he tapped into the hazy impressions from Rachel's mind. "Her mouth hurts... "
That got a quirk of the eyebrow. Lifting her leg to hoist the slightly irritated baby further up, she gently tugged at the now soaking wet fist. "Let mummy see," she soothed at the grunts. With only a small amount of wiggling, she was able to peer into the mouth before the fist found its way back in. "She's teethin'." Moira beamed.
Nathan blinked, his jaw dropping for a moment before he recovered himself and smiled. "Well, about time..." Rachel made an aggravated noise at him and he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "Sorry, sweetie. It's good that you're not a scary little prodigy about everything."
"I'm prayin' for fast an' easy toilet trainin' meself, though I was a stubborn one about it accordin' ta me Da when I 'ad Kevin." Turning, Moira frowned at the boxes. "Nathan, can ye find th' box tha' we put th' baby stuff in? Th' one for downstairs, wit' all th' extra stuff. We 'ad a teethin' ring in there, remember?" She did have a pacifer but the teething ring would come in handy pretty quickly.
Nathan turned as well, his expression thoughtful as he examined the various boxes until he found the one Moira meant. It took a moment's rummaging before he came up with the teething ring. "Try this instead of your fist, Ray. I can't promise it tastes better, but it might be a little more efficient."
Rachel eyed the teething ring balefully, but then reached out a very damp hand for it and gave it a try. "Mmph. Mmmma."
"I think she'd 'ave chewed on anythin' at tha' point." Kissing her on the top of the head, Moira smiled ruefully. "Oh, this is goin' ta be interestin', tha's for sure." Kevin had been sick when he had been teething, so this was a slightly different experience.
"Interesting as in the 'may you live in interesting times' curse?" Nathan asked, his eyes unfocusing again. "She likes the teething ring. It feels good."
"Good, tha'll 'elp a lot." Grinning at him, she answered, "Aye, I always did find tha' sayin' ta be pretty appropriate for me life."
Rachel slipped out of Moira's arms and hovered, gumming the teething ring with a thoughtful look on her face. "Mmmah." Nathan gave her one of those absolutely fatuous smiles.
"Wha' on earth am I goin' ta do wit' either o' ye?" she asked, throwing her arms up as she sat on the couch, keeping a careful eye on their floating daughter. "Drive me up a wall, I swear."
"Oh, come on. We're ceaselessly entertaining," Nathan said, levitating several inches off the ground to join Rachel. Her eyes widened and she managed a giggle around the teething ring as she started to rotate around her father like the moon around the earth.
"Oh dear God, now yer bot' doin' it." Barely resisting the temptation to throw small objects at Nathan, she simply stared up at the pair.
"She likes it," Nathan said as Rachel rotated slowly around him. "Not just for the sake of floating, but it's patterns. Like the exercises we do. Watch her for a minute." And it was definitely an interesting orbit, not at all planet-like but complicated, if very slow spirals.
"Oh, tha's verra interestin'. Though she'll make herself sick if she decides ta go faster an' I'm makin' ye clean it up." Raising her hands up, Moira smiled in content as Rachel hovered down to snuggle up to her, never letting go of the teething ring.
Nathan lowered himself back to the ground, watching them. He reached out a hand and the digital camera floated from the bedside table over to his hand. "Smile, you two," he said, and took a picture.
"Cheater." Moira blinked the spots out of her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. "Ye always 'ide tha' thin' so well."
"Natural talent." Nathan said and took a deep breath, smiling as he fixed the image of the two of them cuddling on the couch in his mind. Happy memories. That was the key.
"What is with you tonight, munchkin?" Nathan asked curiously, wiping Rachel's face with a cloth. She sniffled unhappily at him and he raised an eyebrow. "Moira," he said, looking back over his shoulder to where Moira was disposing of dishes in their still somewhat-disorganized kitchen, "she's drooling a lot."
"Droolin'?" Wiping her hands off, Moira headed back out of the kitchen. "Wha' do ye mean she's droolin' a lot...oh. Oh, aye, tha' she is." Taking her out of Nathan's arms, she cuddled her daughter on her hip. "Wha's wron', lovely? Ye look like a ripe ol' fountain tonight."
"Mmmph," Rachel said piteously and stuck her fist in her mouth, chewing.
Nathan tilted his head at her quizzically. "Hurts," he said, his eyes a bit unfocused as he tapped into the hazy impressions from Rachel's mind. "Her mouth hurts... "
That got a quirk of the eyebrow. Lifting her leg to hoist the slightly irritated baby further up, she gently tugged at the now soaking wet fist. "Let mummy see," she soothed at the grunts. With only a small amount of wiggling, she was able to peer into the mouth before the fist found its way back in. "She's teethin'." Moira beamed.
Nathan blinked, his jaw dropping for a moment before he recovered himself and smiled. "Well, about time..." Rachel made an aggravated noise at him and he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "Sorry, sweetie. It's good that you're not a scary little prodigy about everything."
"I'm prayin' for fast an' easy toilet trainin' meself, though I was a stubborn one about it accordin' ta me Da when I 'ad Kevin." Turning, Moira frowned at the boxes. "Nathan, can ye find th' box tha' we put th' baby stuff in? Th' one for downstairs, wit' all th' extra stuff. We 'ad a teethin' ring in there, remember?" She did have a pacifer but the teething ring would come in handy pretty quickly.
Nathan turned as well, his expression thoughtful as he examined the various boxes until he found the one Moira meant. It took a moment's rummaging before he came up with the teething ring. "Try this instead of your fist, Ray. I can't promise it tastes better, but it might be a little more efficient."
Rachel eyed the teething ring balefully, but then reached out a very damp hand for it and gave it a try. "Mmph. Mmmma."
"I think she'd 'ave chewed on anythin' at tha' point." Kissing her on the top of the head, Moira smiled ruefully. "Oh, this is goin' ta be interestin', tha's for sure." Kevin had been sick when he had been teething, so this was a slightly different experience.
"Interesting as in the 'may you live in interesting times' curse?" Nathan asked, his eyes unfocusing again. "She likes the teething ring. It feels good."
"Good, tha'll 'elp a lot." Grinning at him, she answered, "Aye, I always did find tha' sayin' ta be pretty appropriate for me life."
Rachel slipped out of Moira's arms and hovered, gumming the teething ring with a thoughtful look on her face. "Mmmah." Nathan gave her one of those absolutely fatuous smiles.
"Wha' on earth am I goin' ta do wit' either o' ye?" she asked, throwing her arms up as she sat on the couch, keeping a careful eye on their floating daughter. "Drive me up a wall, I swear."
"Oh, come on. We're ceaselessly entertaining," Nathan said, levitating several inches off the ground to join Rachel. Her eyes widened and she managed a giggle around the teething ring as she started to rotate around her father like the moon around the earth.
"Oh dear God, now yer bot' doin' it." Barely resisting the temptation to throw small objects at Nathan, she simply stared up at the pair.
"She likes it," Nathan said as Rachel rotated slowly around him. "Not just for the sake of floating, but it's patterns. Like the exercises we do. Watch her for a minute." And it was definitely an interesting orbit, not at all planet-like but complicated, if very slow spirals.
"Oh, tha's verra interestin'. Though she'll make herself sick if she decides ta go faster an' I'm makin' ye clean it up." Raising her hands up, Moira smiled in content as Rachel hovered down to snuggle up to her, never letting go of the teething ring.
Nathan lowered himself back to the ground, watching them. He reached out a hand and the digital camera floated from the bedside table over to his hand. "Smile, you two," he said, and took a picture.
"Cheater." Moira blinked the spots out of her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. "Ye always 'ide tha' thin' so well."
"Natural talent." Nathan said and took a deep breath, smiling as he fixed the image of the two of them cuddling on the couch in his mind. Happy memories. That was the key.
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