concept: travelling with andrew and three kids, like waiting on airport and him being a dad and protectuve and a loving hubby 😩
Not sure if this is what you wanted. It's all dad, no hubby content. But this is what you get.
“Mama? Where’s mama?” The toddler wonders, looking around with her eyes opened wide.
He had let her wobble around the lounge freely but once she heads in the direction where you had left, he quickly jumps up to his feet and lifts her up into his arms just in time so she wouldn’t impede the small group of businessmen who were just getting ready to board their plane.
“She will be right back,” he promises, pecking a small kiss to her head. “Mama went to get us some food.”
“Mama food,” the toddler repeats, making him smile brightly.
“Yes, mama went for food,” he confirms.
“What do you have to do to become a pilot?” The little girl wonders with her face pretty much glued to the large window.
“Wearing your eyepatch is a good place to start,” Andrew says as he walks towards her and hands her the glasses with the patch.
She leans her head back and groans while taking them from him. “I look like an idiot,” she complains but puts them on, anyway.
The toddler in his arms is stroking over his cheek, and he is just about to pretend to be taking a bite of the small hand when his face freezes.
A deep frown settles on his forehead when that sentence makes it to his ears.
“Who says that?” He asks her and instead of biting the toddler’s hand, he simply captures it with his own, rubbing it with his thumb.
“Jimmy stinks. Who cares what he says,” the boy suggests from his spot in the armchair where he is lying with his head hanging down.
Andrew’s head turns to the side as he shoots him a look. “Well, so do you if you talk about others in such a way.”
“I was trying to make her feel better!” He argues right back.
“There are other ways,” Andrew points out before turning his attention back to his daughter, who is staring at the planes outside again.
He gets a better hold of the toddler in his arms before squatting down to get on her level.
“Jimmy wouldn’t know an idiot if he saw one,” he starts carefully in order to hopefully push her blues away. “They are usually much older. And their glasses are never nearly as cool as yours.”
He can see the corner of her mouth twitch a little and allows his own smile to grow some more. She had liked those glasses not so long ago, especially since she could pick them out herself.
“How would you know?” She wonders and glances towards him. “Have you ever met one?”
Andrew whistles dramatically, which earns him a giggle from the youngest member of your family. “I’ve met plenty. Too many to count,” he admits. “Wanna know what I discovered then?” He raises his brow at her questioningly, to which she eagerly nods.
“Being an idiot has nothing to do with what they look like,” he explains, shaking his head. “It’s about the things they do and the things they say. So as long as you treat the others nice and stay kind, looking like an idiot is not something you need to worry about.”
“And you are. One of the nicest,” Andrew says with a smile.
“Where’s mum so long?” The boy speaks up again.
“Exactly!” Andrew cheers and the pitch of his voice makes the toddler chuckle again.
“It’s taking really long,” he notes.
“There’s probably a long line. You saw how packed it was down there.”
“Why was it packed?” The daughter asks.
“Because there was a storm nearby and the planes could not go through it. Many flights were delayed and so the people had to stay here. And then other people, just like us, kept coming and so the airport just become too crammed.”
“But planes are taking off now.”
He nodded. “They are, slowly. The weather must have cleared up in some area. But it is still going to take a while before the crowds in here clear up, too.”
“How much time we have before we board our plane?”
“Way too long,” he admits with a sigh after he checks the board behind him, catching a glimpse of you making it back into the lounge with the corner of his eye in the process.
“But we have more than enough colouring books and comics to make it through,” he promises. “You are not too tired, are you?” He checks.
“Nope,” she informs him, shaking her head.
“Good. Now, please, get your brother’s butt off the chair and go help your mum before she drops it all onto the floor.”
