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Post by tshamien on Sept 8, 2011 20:18:42 GMT -5
Tristan walked through the market slowly, one hand was wrapped around Lucy's back as she sat up high on his shoulder's, her hands lightly gripped his chin. His other hand was gripping Mikey's who had a habit of running off into a huge crowd. Tristan threatened him daily with being abducted by some scary stranger but he did it anyway.
Tristan noticed how people moved out of his way as he walked by, he'd gained quite the reputation, a fierce fighter and having ties to Alex Wisely made him someone a bit feared. It didn't bother Tristan anymore though.
"Dad," Mikey said.
"Yeah?"
"Is ma gonna me mad?" Tristan glanced down at him and so did Lucy. Her red hair was a mass of huge bouncing red curls, she giggled.
"Why would she be mad?"
"Cause you came home bleedin again..."
Tristan rolled his eyes, mussed Mikey's hair and then grabbed his hand again as they walked.
"You see her?"
"Nope!" Lucy chirped from atop his shoulders."Not yet!"
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Post by NevadaShamien on Sept 8, 2011 20:25:15 GMT -5
Nevada was buying things for dinner that evening to hopefully make a stew. Her basket was filled with veggies at the moment and she was heading over towards the butchers shop when she spotted Lucy atop her fathers head. She smiled, thankful that her daught was so easy to spot, otherwise she would have missed Tristan altogether.
She made her way behind them and surprised Mikey by tickling his ear with her fingers, grinning down at him as he turned around.
"Hello my family," She said, smiling at them. Her smile didn't last long when she saw Tristan, "Had too much strawberry jam again?" She asked sarcastically.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 8, 2011 20:43:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, kinda," He said with a smirk and then lifted Lucy up off his shoulders to put her on the ground. "You're killing me Luce."
Mikey giggled. "Hi Moooom. I put the alcohol on it like you showed me."
"Sorry daddy," Lucy took his hand immediately.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Sept 8, 2011 20:50:03 GMT -5
"Excellent job Mikey," She said ruffling his hair before leaning down to kiss his cheek, laughing as he made a show of wiping her kiss of, "O come on now." She joked. She bent down to kiss Lucy as well, "How's my favorite daughter doing?"
"Mooooom I'm your ONLY daughter!" Lucy said before giggling.
"Could you at least do your best not to bleed in front of our children," Nevada said before kissing Tristan and ignoring the eeeeews coming from their children.
"Stew for dinner, how does that sound? I need to run to the butcher shop, would you three like to join me?"
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Post by tshamien on Sept 8, 2011 20:53:17 GMT -5
"I try, but sometimes I can't tell the blood what to do," Tristan said with a shrug.
"Follow your mother and Mikey I swear if you run off again I'll tan your ass so bad you won't sit for week." He gave him the dad look and they started walking.
Lucy giggled. "That ain't nice daddy."
"I know baby girl, but sometimes you gotta tell it tough." She giggled again.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Sept 8, 2011 20:56:12 GMT -5
Nevada laughed and shook her head, overhearing Lucy and Tristan's conversation. "Come here Mikey, hold my hand," She said, extending her hand for him, squeezing it when she felt it in hers. "Now, would you like to help me pick out which cut of beef we get?" She asked as she stepped inside the butcher store, Tristan and Lucy trailing behind her.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 8, 2011 20:58:42 GMT -5
"Yeah," Mikey smiled up at her. He held her hand tightly, still smiling. "Ma...why do people always talk when daddy walks by?"
"What did you say?" Tristan said to Lucy and started laughing, he bent down and started tickling her. She squealed and tried to run inside the store, but Tristan caught her first lifting her up into the air. He nodded to the butcher once they were inside.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Sept 8, 2011 21:03:00 GMT -5
Nevada thought over the question as they waited in line to be helped. How did she answer this. She bent down so she was at Mikey's eye level, "Your dad's an important man," Nevada decided on, "people know who he is so they talk about him. How does it feel having an important dad?" She asked, her eyes wide, making it sound like he was important for good reasons.
Mikey smiled, "I like it."
Nevada stood up and ruffled his hair.
"Mom, maybe when I grow up I can be important like daddy." Nevada looked over to Tristan and, though he loved him, she didn't like the idea of her son growing up to do what Tristan did, "We'll cross that bridge when you get there kid."
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Post by tshamien on Sept 8, 2011 21:10:45 GMT -5
"You're gonna grow up to be better kid," Tristan said with a grin, still holding a shrieking Lucy with one arm.
He set Lucy down and stepped up to the counter. "So, Tommy what've we got today? Mikey's picking our dinner." He said.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Sept 8, 2011 21:19:26 GMT -5
Nevada lifted Mikey up into her arms so he could have a look at the meat selections, "Pick us something delicious, Mikey," Nevada said into his ear, smiling as he brought a hand up under his chin to scrutinize the different cuts of meat.
"THAT ONE!" Mikey almost shouted, pointing to a piece towards the back.
"Oooo that does look delicious, what do you say, Daddy?" She said, looking over at Tristan.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 8, 2011 22:09:56 GMT -5
"Lemme think about it," Tristan pretended to not be so sure about that particular piece of meat and then he said, "that's the one." He grinned at Mikey.
"Yes!" Mikey exclaimed.
Tristan stepped up to the counter to pay for their meat.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Sept 8, 2011 22:40:16 GMT -5
Nevada set Mikey down and waited for Tristan to pay, "Here let's set this in the basket so you can take the kids?" Nevada suggested once Tristan got the meat, "Unless you'd rather take the basket and I take the kids." Nevada suggested as they stepped outside.
"When we get home I'm cleaning your face off," Nevada said, without waiting for Tristan to answer her last question, "I can't have a bloody husband at the dinner table."
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Post by tshamien on Sept 9, 2011 7:52:28 GMT -5
Tristan laughed, "It wouldn't be the first time." He took the basket from her and looped his arm around her waist. "I tried to get it all off, but you know how they get, they wanted to find you." He kissed her cheek.
"DAD! Can we get ice cream after dinner?" Mikey asked and pouted. Tristan glanced at Nevada.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Sept 9, 2011 8:51:52 GMT -5
Nevada looked up at Tristan with raised eyebrows, 'hmmmmm you think Mikey and Lucy deserve it?' she asked, smiling as she could hear them saying yesssssss and pleaseeeeeeee
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Post by tshamien on Sept 9, 2011 8:54:02 GMT -5
"Fine, but only if you're good. I don't want hair pulling or slapping or whining at dinner. I want to eat my stew in peace. We can talk but no hitting." He pointed at Mikey.
Mikey gave him an innocent look, like who? me?
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