⊰ ☀ ┊ ❝ complete strangers ❞ ⊱
it’s been awhile since he decided to take his son out. it’s not like he doesn’t,
but he usually brings all of his kids at once. he doesn’t like to show favoritism,
though he’s beginning to learn each child needs their own time sometimes. &
given his son’s growing powers & sensitivity to the tension in the house, he’d
like to spend some time with him & get out. the small boy is giggling as his
father lifts him up, wiggling him around, & he pulls him back to his chest to
kiss over the toddler’s cheeks. “ you’re a mess, bud. don’t tell mama you ate,
like.. that entire ice cream cone by yourself. ”
& after the boy mumbles something about mama, brian moves to sit on the
park bench, son set on his lap. it isn’t until olive reaches over & smudges
ice cream on the girl’s shirt who’s sat next to them.
“ oh my god, um — if you, like.. want to come
to my house i bet my wife could get that stain out. ”
just like her mommy, jenny prefers the outdoors over playing inside on a warm, sunny afternoon. although the recent weather has hindered any chance for a mommy/daughter playdate, somehow luck was in her favor today. so the happy duo took a walk down to their favorite bakery first, where she ordered warm, monster cookies for both of them, and then decided to park on a nearby bench.
❝ you like to pick at the m&ms, don't you? ❞
it's astonishing how much of she and brandon jenny has in her. from annabeth, she bares dark hair that won't curl and dimples that melt her father's heart ; from brandon, his eyes, his grin, and his unholy way of sleeping for H O U R S at a time. how she got so picky with her food, however, is a mystery to annabeth. there are theories that revolve around brandon's side of the family, but she's never really met them and he doesn't like to talk about them, either.
❝ jenny bean, if you wanna play on the swing,
you have to finish your cookie, first. ❞
the tiny toddler puffs her cheeks at her mother, giggling as annabeth copies the look, touching noses with her daughter affectionately. and that's when she gasped loudly at the sudden COLDNESS of the ice cream. her eyes darted to her shirt, then to the father.
❝ n--no. wow, no. it's...uh...it's okay. he meant no
harm! -- unless he doesn't like my sweater, for
which we're in agreement, there. ❞
while she speaks, the brunette tries to shift jenny away from the mess, bursting into a fit of laughter once she realizes just how pointless it is. her daughter's cheeks, arms and hands are covered in chocolate ; annabeth shrugs, helpless.
❝ if she doesn't mind, that would be great. ❞
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