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You... Billie... there's no...

Papa Wolf! [cuuuuuue paniced hyperventilating. Del got a baby.

Why did Del get their baby? Del can't take care of a baby. Gonna sit on the floor now.]

Comments

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Yes. Okay...

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[then turning back to the daughter]

Are you hungry, Billie?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Billie looks up from where she's been pulling on Miss Barnabas' ear.] Yes... Mommy forgot how to work the... thingy. That makes food.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Why don't we go down to the kitchen and get you something to eat?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Billie bounces up, nodding hard. Del just hovers slightly, and MB stretches before standing up. She's figures it's her job to take care of the bb when Del it the only one with her, so MB is just going to stick around]

Yes please.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[extends a hand to her]

Let's go.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[skips over and tries to wrap her little hand around his. Which doesn't work so well, but you know.]

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[it's close enough, and Sweets goes to lead her down to the kitchen to figure out what to make her]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Stumbles at his side, running every once in a while to make sure she keep up.

Del follows along behind, amiably. Maybe if she watches him, this child thing will make more sense.]

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[sits Billie on the stool by the counter while he looks to go through the fridge]

What do you like to eat, Billie?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

I love mac'n cheese.

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[A giggle, and she kicks her legs so they swing in the air]

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[sets about making the mac'n cheese, and a few minutes later, Billie has a bowl of mac'n cheese in front of her]

There you go.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Muffled through food. Del was never great with the manners teaching]

Thank you...

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[small smile]

You're welcome.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Del lifts herself onto the table to sit, watching her daughter eat]

Who was yours?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

My partner?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

The mini.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Oh. I had a little boy. Robert, I think his name was.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Nice?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it was.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

She creates curly-cues~

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[a bit of a smile]

Does she?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[A hum.]

The good curly cues.