A Day in the Life / December 25
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morrobay1990Title: A Day in the Life / December 25
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morrobay1990
Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 720
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
Grandpa's visit Christmas morning
Phildelphia, c1897
“Mommieeeeeeeeeeee! Santa came! My castle look at my castle I have a castle look at my castle!!!”
Junior smiled and helped Meg take the red ribbon from around her castle as Kurt took pictures. Ben, his cast gone but foot wrapped in yards of Ace bandage, kept asking which presents were his, and seemed a little disappointed when Kurt put the stuffed pony in his hands, until he said “Yours is almost the same color, but he sure is a lot bigger.”...and waited until Ben absorbed the words...when he did, he out-shouted Meg, laughing and hugging his dad and then Junior, as she came to kiss him and say “Merry Christmas, sweetie.”
Then he said, “When’s Granpop coming? When do I get to see my horse? Is he coming today? Can we go see him today? My foot doesn’t hurt, can I ride him today?”
The parents exchanged looks, Junior furious that she had to tell him that his grandfather wouldn’t be here today...she didn’t know when he’d be back, but she’d keep that to herself. Ben accepted the information, and kept asking questions about his horse.
Kurt and Junior took turns taking pictures and helping the kids with their few other presents and with their stockings, then Kurt cleaned up the paper while Junior went into the kitchen to put the coffee on and start breakfast.
She held the coffee pot in her hand and ran cold water in the sink, staring at it as it swirled down the drain, thinking of her father, wondering why he had chosen this day to be away from his family...wondering why his own flesh and blood couldn’t keep him from straying on Christmas...her heart beginning to acquire a thin veil of ice around it where her dad was concerned.
He had always been remote, quiet...that was just the way he was, so she cherished his hugs, kisses, praise all the more.
She had treasured memories of him holding her hand to cross a street, putting her up on his shoulders, and of running up to him and wrapping her arms around his legs...but those things happened early on, when she was little...later, when she reached her teens, she realized the huge chasm that existed between her parents...the cold conversations, no touching, no kisses...and told herself she would never let that happen to her. She never knew why her parents had divorced; she tried to bring it up to her mother once and was met with icy silence.
When her kids were born she thought they might be the warmth that could melt his heart, maybe bring them all closer together, but until recently, she hadn’t even been sure that he knew when their birthdays were...so it was like an answered prayer that he took Ben to the ranch that first time…and bless his heart, Ben fell in love with horses, and since then Ennis had been a real influence on the boy and a welcome presence in his life...she worried a little that Meg was getting left out, but he always paid attention to her when he came over, and she knew he loved her.
Now, after being such a force in Ben's life, such a big part of Meg's, if he suddenly decided he didn't want to play grandpa any more, she honestly didn't know what she would do...what would she tell the kids when they asked about him?
Sighing, she filled the pot with water and poured it in the coffee maker, measured out four spoons - two cups each for herself and Kurt - and switched it on to brew, mentally planning out the rest of the day, which included stuffing the turkey and getting it in the oven and making the sweet potato casserole. Alma had already brought over the side dishes yesterday and would bring her homemade pecan pie when she and Monroe came this afternoon. Well, she thought, since her Dad wouldn’t be here for dinner, at least there wouldn’t be any tension at the table.
“Hey, Merry Christmas......come on in.”
She heard Kurt’s voice from the living room.
What? She wasn’t ready! Surely her mother wouldn’t be here so early, they weren’t due to eat until four, and she had to get the kids ready, take a shower, do her hair...and she had been looking forward to relaxing with her family for a while.
She grabbed a dish towel, wiping her hands as she walked into the living room, and trying to think of a tactful way to ask her mother what she thought she was doing showing up six hours early, just in time to see Meg run to Ennis and wrap her arms around his legs.
Author:
morrobay1990Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 720
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
Grandpa's visit Christmas morning
Phildelphia, c1897
“Mommieeeeeeeeeeee! Santa came! My castle look at my castle I have a castle look at my castle!!!”
Junior smiled and helped Meg take the red ribbon from around her castle as Kurt took pictures. Ben, his cast gone but foot wrapped in yards of Ace bandage, kept asking which presents were his, and seemed a little disappointed when Kurt put the stuffed pony in his hands, until he said “Yours is almost the same color, but he sure is a lot bigger.”...and waited until Ben absorbed the words...when he did, he out-shouted Meg, laughing and hugging his dad and then Junior, as she came to kiss him and say “Merry Christmas, sweetie.”
Then he said, “When’s Granpop coming? When do I get to see my horse? Is he coming today? Can we go see him today? My foot doesn’t hurt, can I ride him today?”
The parents exchanged looks, Junior furious that she had to tell him that his grandfather wouldn’t be here today...she didn’t know when he’d be back, but she’d keep that to herself. Ben accepted the information, and kept asking questions about his horse.
Kurt and Junior took turns taking pictures and helping the kids with their few other presents and with their stockings, then Kurt cleaned up the paper while Junior went into the kitchen to put the coffee on and start breakfast.
She held the coffee pot in her hand and ran cold water in the sink, staring at it as it swirled down the drain, thinking of her father, wondering why he had chosen this day to be away from his family...wondering why his own flesh and blood couldn’t keep him from straying on Christmas...her heart beginning to acquire a thin veil of ice around it where her dad was concerned.
He had always been remote, quiet...that was just the way he was, so she cherished his hugs, kisses, praise all the more.
She had treasured memories of him holding her hand to cross a street, putting her up on his shoulders, and of running up to him and wrapping her arms around his legs...but those things happened early on, when she was little...later, when she reached her teens, she realized the huge chasm that existed between her parents...the cold conversations, no touching, no kisses...and told herself she would never let that happen to her. She never knew why her parents had divorced; she tried to bring it up to her mother once and was met with icy silence.
When her kids were born she thought they might be the warmth that could melt his heart, maybe bring them all closer together, but until recently, she hadn’t even been sure that he knew when their birthdays were...so it was like an answered prayer that he took Ben to the ranch that first time…and bless his heart, Ben fell in love with horses, and since then Ennis had been a real influence on the boy and a welcome presence in his life...she worried a little that Meg was getting left out, but he always paid attention to her when he came over, and she knew he loved her.
Now, after being such a force in Ben's life, such a big part of Meg's, if he suddenly decided he didn't want to play grandpa any more, she honestly didn't know what she would do...what would she tell the kids when they asked about him?
Sighing, she filled the pot with water and poured it in the coffee maker, measured out four spoons - two cups each for herself and Kurt - and switched it on to brew, mentally planning out the rest of the day, which included stuffing the turkey and getting it in the oven and making the sweet potato casserole. Alma had already brought over the side dishes yesterday and would bring her homemade pecan pie when she and Monroe came this afternoon. Well, she thought, since her Dad wouldn’t be here for dinner, at least there wouldn’t be any tension at the table.
“Hey, Merry Christmas......come on in.”
She heard Kurt’s voice from the living room.
What? She wasn’t ready! Surely her mother wouldn’t be here so early, they weren’t due to eat until four, and she had to get the kids ready, take a shower, do her hair...and she had been looking forward to relaxing with her family for a while.
She grabbed a dish towel, wiping her hands as she walked into the living room, and trying to think of a tactful way to ask her mother what she thought she was doing showing up six hours early, just in time to see Meg run to Ennis and wrap her arms around his legs.
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Date: 2012-12-25 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-25 10:48 pm (UTC)Merry Christmas, darlin
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Date: 2012-12-26 05:14 am (UTC)it's Christmas after all, the kids will be very happy and I think even Ennis will feel better afterwards
thanks
Paula
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Date: 2012-12-26 05:38 am (UTC)Hope you had a great holiday!
D
Good Man
Date: 2012-12-26 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-27 08:37 pm (UTC)Love the water symbolism--homage to the story/movie, yes?
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Date: 2013-01-01 12:49 am (UTC)Second of all, that last sentence made me cry Goddammit!