Motherly Instincts

Mother, wife and former second ranked assassin. ❤❤❤❤ Married to Charlie. sidebar credit

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"Why not?  We can use it to sneak in my oven."  Her miniature toy oven with the heart-shaped door, insta-bake packets sold separately.  Her father’s stomach interjects with a gurgle, as if agreeing with the notion of months-old sugar and flour being baked into chocolate patties.  "She is real brave!  Dad says she ain’t scared of nothin’!  She took on a whole mob all by herself!"

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"No! We're not bringin' that thing into a movie theatre. We're not sneakin' anything in." Finally rid of the knots, she begins to brush out her hair into sections to make ponytails. "You hungry, Char?" She raises a brow at the gurgle. "Really? That must've been somethin'. I wish I could've seen it." She wishes she hadn't seen it or experience it at all, actually. How dumb she was, to almost take on a mob with just a pistol. As if she was Dr. Peace himself.

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"Then I can just wrap a towel around my head and then hide it under a big hat!"  She squirms in her seat, wincing slightly from the sharp trickles of pain arising in her scalp each time her mother gently flays out a knot.  She preoccupies herself by snapping a few flower barrettes onto her father’s hair.  "It was a scorpion!  Bad Girl ain’t afraid of scorpions."

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"No, young lady." She tries to get out the tangles as quickly as possible. She wonders if she should bring up the idea of a haircut after the movie. "Oh, a scorpion? She must be real brave, then." She glances at her husband from behind her daughter. She'll probably have to take out the barrettes later, as well.

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"That’s okay, Momma.  Broyce can just sit behind me and blow on my hair when we’re in the mech!"  Cecil’s dad flutters his lashes at Mrs. MacDonald’s smile, feeling as pretty as a Super Bowl ring at the moment.  Cecil, however, scrunches up her face when she feels the hard, plastic teeth of the comb snagging against her knotty hair.  "Ow—"  Her mouth snaps shut.  There’s no expressing pain in football.  "He was chokin’ on a bug, and Bad Girl punched him in his guts!"

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"You know it's not the same. You'll catch a cold without dryin' it." She's in the middle of making a kissy face at her husband when she feels the first snag. She slowly untangles each knot, trying not to cause her daughter too much pain. "Oh, really? What kinda big was it?" She glances up at her husband, remembering that day clearly, as gross as it was.

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She peeps up at her mother from behind Dad’s unkempt hair, her locks in a similar state of entropy.  Judging from the array of small bows carelessly stuck to his head, she’s been helping him get ready as well.  ”I can comb my hair in the robot!  But you can help Dad suit up.”  Charlie gives two thumbs up, looking absolutely satisfied with himself.  ”He was just tellin’ me how the Bad Girl once rescued ‘im.”

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"Okay, okay. I guess you don't need a blow dry today." She sighs, but grins at the state of her husband's hair. She grabs the comb and sits behind Cecil, starting to neaten her locks. "You still need to untangle this. You're so pretty, sweetie, and we should do it while your hair's wet." She looks up at her husband. "Yeah? How'd that happen?"

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"I did, Ma!"  She yells into the hallway, waving or nodding her head as her father holds up various pairs of shoes.  She yanks up one of her many dresses as if it is a pair of pants, not even bothering to undo the zipper first.  Her father has to lower her into her tights, since she keeps stumbling over herself while trying to force them on.  "Are you done, yet?"

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"Well, good!" She puts on jeans and an old baseball jersey, assuming it'll be a short movie trip. There and back. Plus, there was always the possibility of beverage spill. Why get so fancy just for that? She ties her hair back into a pony tail after towel drying it and grabs all the tools necessary to tame her daughter's mane. "Don't'cha want me to do your hair, tater tot?" She peeks into the room, smiling at her husband and daughter getting ready.

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"Oh, he ain’t stayin’ over tonight?"  Of course, Charlie MacDonald isn’t the type of parent who concerns himself over his son being the only dude at an all-girl slumber party.  He had a lot of those back in his college days, although they were probably a whole lot different. Nevertheless, he pulls on his massive jacket, the one with the special Adorable Badge still stitched over the heart.  "Don’t you worry about a thing, Miss Becky.  MacD’ll get our son back.  You just sit pretty ‘til I get back."

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"Nah, he's gotta be up a little early for his meetin'. Besides, he's only, like, ten! He can't stay over a girl's house!" Not that she would think anything sexual was going on. With Royce, it was always the opposite so far. She smiles, catching sight of his jacket. "Alright. Just be careful. I'll be doin' dishes and puttin' Cecil to bed." Now, before her brother-in-law steps up to clean. She could at least do that much while he rested. She turns back to the dishes, going through them as quickly as she can.

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"Okay, I’m ready now!"  By the time her ma sets off to shower, Cecil is already leaving damp footprints in the carpet leading to her room. Doggy follows her, tail wagging, his jaws snapping at the droplets of water which rain down from her hair.  "Hurry!  I wanna be there real early for the previews!"

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The giant lets a sigh seep from his lips, although he musters a small smile and heads into Cecil’s room.  ”We’ll be there for the commercials, Cees.  Don’t be gettin’ happy feet before the snap.”  He seats himself on one of the miniature stools next to Cecil’s tea table and begins to pat her down with a towel.  He can’t help but think of when Doggy was a puppy.  ”Y’know, my favorite player is Bad Girl.  I, uh, I actually knew ‘er back then.”

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She peeks out of the shower at her voice. "Did you even wash right? You better have or no movies!" She quickly scrubs her hair and the rest of her body from chlorine , probably done in five minutes whens he steps out into the steam of the bathroom. "You better get dressed and everything!" She dries off, huffing to herself. Meanwhile, Royce is quickly showering, not wanting to be left behind either.

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"Got the right idea, as always, Miss Becky."  The jock flashes a reassuring grin in her direction, before standing up and bending over to grant her an after-dinner kiss on the cheek.  "You need me to get the kids set up for bed?"  He figures that after sitting through a dinner with his long-lost brother, his poor, long-suffering teammate might need some alone time.

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"I guess." She blushes slightly at the attention as she cleans up. "Maybe you can go pick up Royce. It's awful late, and he has some kinda scout meetin' tomorrow. I hope that girl hasn't tied 'im up." It wouldn't be the first time, actually. His girl friends were growing more and more creative with how they kept their playmate from leaving too early. She sets all the dishes in the sink and gets to work on washing them.

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"I will, Ma!" she calls from the open bathroom door, before the sound of water thundering against enamel seeps through the hallway.  Back in the yard, Charlie manages a lopsided smile before carefully scooping up his merboy son, holding him as if he’s a toddler again.  On his way into the house, he sneaks a kiss onto his wife’s cheek.

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She grins at the kiss, taking time to give her husband an affectionate pat on the butt, much to the already embarrassed Royce's chagrin. She sets in after them and picks out clothes she thinks Cecil would like. A sparkly, poofy dress and flats. She sets out matching ribbons for when she does her hair as well, then sets off to the master bathroom to quickly shower.

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"That’s alright.  I don’t mind.  I like uncles."  Uncle Joe from the nighttime sitcom Half House always makes her smile with his lighthearted shenanigans and heartwarming life advice.  She hops down from her seat, before admiring herself in the reflection of her father’s drinking glass. “‘Sides, Dad likes ‘im, so he must be one righteous fella!”

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"Yeah, but Harley’s the more mature one.  Dude dresses like a high school chemistry teacher."  Cheap shirt and tie with khakis, the kind a person typically finds being sold in boxes with bright orange stickers.  He makes a mental note to coach his little brother on the basics of dressing like a Fulci billboard.  "You’re totally right, Cees.  I mean, smart, polite, and real handsome — no homo — the guy’s almost as stellar as I am!"

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"He is kinda formal. Maybe mature, too." She shrugs. It didn't matter to her, really. Though, she was a little uneasy that they were so enamored by this new family member. She begins to put away the leftovers, feeling a little disappointed by the meal's conversation. "Yeah. Just, uh, let 'im rest and stuff. I'm sure he's napping or somethin'."