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ajremixTitle: The Most Wonderful Place
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: G
Word Count: 653
Characters: York, Carolina, nameless daughter
Summary: Set in the same 'verse as Five Conversations. A little girl on a dark and stormy night.
You wake up to the beginnings of a storm rumbling in some far distance. You're not scared of storms or the dark but it always gets a little chillier when the thunder comes and you don't like sleeping in the cold. So you wrap yourself up in your favorite blanket and get out of bed, toes wriggling against the floor kept naturally warm by geothermal heating. You pad over to your parents room and peer in, trying to determine the best way to get what you want.
The natural choice, of course, is to wake Daddy because he can't ever tell you no unless it's something super important and you know he won't say no to this because he'll take any excuse to cuddle his favorite little girl he can. The hard part is not waking up Mommy because she gets up early to work in the mornings and is always up late doing something- helping Daddy, helping with chores, helping you with school work.
You go over to Daddy's side of the bed and he's on his side, facing outward with Mommy's arms around him and that makes things easier for you. You balance on the edge, trying to snuggle against his chest until his eyes open and he's instantly alert even as he's still half-asleep (both Daddy and Mommy wake up like that but you don't, slogging through the mornings and trying to remember which foot is which and they won't tell you how they came to wake up the way they do).
"What're you doin' up?" Daddy asks quietly, words strung together in a slur you can just barely understand. He scoots back a bit more, just enough for you to lay down next to him under the blanket. It's warm and smells like safety and love and nights filled with laughter and everything that you decide means home.
"Can't sleep," you say in a tiny voice, giving him big, sad eyes as if there's a chance he might actually turn you away. "Wanna sleep with you 'n Mommy."
His chest rumbles with a chuckle and in the dark Daddy's bad eye is slightly brighter than his good eye (all your friends think your Daddy is the best but they're all a little scared of his eye; you can't imagine him without it and to you it's just a part of who he is, just like his grins and bad jokes and bag lunches he makes you every morning before school). "Big girls can sleep on their own, you know."
"Big girls can also make their own decisions," you say, because both your parents always tell you that and you firmly believe it. "An' I decided I wanna sleep with you 'n Mommy."
"Well. Can't argue with that." Daddy wraps his arms around you and wriggles around until you're between him and Mommy. Right where you want to be.
It wakes Mommy up, though, and she's suddenly sleepy-alert. "What is it?" She asks a little gruffly.
"Dee just wants to sleep with us," Daddy says and you think it's funny he calls you that because Mommy never does and you don't have a 'd' anywhere in your name. But Daddy always does funny things and you don't mind anyway.
Mommy's eyes are just barely open and she smiles down at you before taking you into her arm and kissing your hair. "Alright," she says, "since you're already here." Her voice always sounds like a lullaby when she talks to you- the same voice she uses when she's explaining your homework or reading you stories or singing to you at night. Already you're starting to fall asleep, your heartbeat matching Mommy's just like hers matches Daddy's.
He wraps you both in his arms and kisses you both goodnight and there, in the warm bed on a chilly, stormy night in the most wonderful place you can think of, you fall asleep.
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: G
Word Count: 653
Characters: York, Carolina, nameless daughter
Summary: Set in the same 'verse as Five Conversations. A little girl on a dark and stormy night.
You wake up to the beginnings of a storm rumbling in some far distance. You're not scared of storms or the dark but it always gets a little chillier when the thunder comes and you don't like sleeping in the cold. So you wrap yourself up in your favorite blanket and get out of bed, toes wriggling against the floor kept naturally warm by geothermal heating. You pad over to your parents room and peer in, trying to determine the best way to get what you want.
The natural choice, of course, is to wake Daddy because he can't ever tell you no unless it's something super important and you know he won't say no to this because he'll take any excuse to cuddle his favorite little girl he can. The hard part is not waking up Mommy because she gets up early to work in the mornings and is always up late doing something- helping Daddy, helping with chores, helping you with school work.
You go over to Daddy's side of the bed and he's on his side, facing outward with Mommy's arms around him and that makes things easier for you. You balance on the edge, trying to snuggle against his chest until his eyes open and he's instantly alert even as he's still half-asleep (both Daddy and Mommy wake up like that but you don't, slogging through the mornings and trying to remember which foot is which and they won't tell you how they came to wake up the way they do).
"What're you doin' up?" Daddy asks quietly, words strung together in a slur you can just barely understand. He scoots back a bit more, just enough for you to lay down next to him under the blanket. It's warm and smells like safety and love and nights filled with laughter and everything that you decide means home.
"Can't sleep," you say in a tiny voice, giving him big, sad eyes as if there's a chance he might actually turn you away. "Wanna sleep with you 'n Mommy."
His chest rumbles with a chuckle and in the dark Daddy's bad eye is slightly brighter than his good eye (all your friends think your Daddy is the best but they're all a little scared of his eye; you can't imagine him without it and to you it's just a part of who he is, just like his grins and bad jokes and bag lunches he makes you every morning before school). "Big girls can sleep on their own, you know."
"Big girls can also make their own decisions," you say, because both your parents always tell you that and you firmly believe it. "An' I decided I wanna sleep with you 'n Mommy."
"Well. Can't argue with that." Daddy wraps his arms around you and wriggles around until you're between him and Mommy. Right where you want to be.
It wakes Mommy up, though, and she's suddenly sleepy-alert. "What is it?" She asks a little gruffly.
"Dee just wants to sleep with us," Daddy says and you think it's funny he calls you that because Mommy never does and you don't have a 'd' anywhere in your name. But Daddy always does funny things and you don't mind anyway.
Mommy's eyes are just barely open and she smiles down at you before taking you into her arm and kissing your hair. "Alright," she says, "since you're already here." Her voice always sounds like a lullaby when she talks to you- the same voice she uses when she's explaining your homework or reading you stories or singing to you at night. Already you're starting to fall asleep, your heartbeat matching Mommy's just like hers matches Daddy's.
He wraps you both in his arms and kisses you both goodnight and there, in the warm bed on a chilly, stormy night in the most wonderful place you can think of, you fall asleep.
