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Gérard/Sven/Yvette, lil Gerard; Sundays

For the prompt:  My prompt is literally anything with Gerard/Sven/Yvette. Preferably something that involves them acknowledging their feelings in some way, but honestly I’ll be happy with anything. 

This is post Big Feelings Acknowledgment, but there are a lot of warm fuzzy feelings all around here. (Except for Sven. Sven’s busy sleeping.) 

Sundays are lazy, or as lazy as they can possibly be. Obvious exceptions are made when Gérard and Sven are out of town, or if they have an early practice, but when they’re home, and able, Sundays are for sleeping in, breakfast in bed, refusing to change out of pyjamas before the afternoon.

Gérard doesn’t think it’d be possible with many other four year olds, but Gerard is shockingly low maintenance, at least in comparison to all the other four year olds Gérard’s known, and that’s a number of them, all his nieces and nephews past that age now. If Gerard wakes up before them, which he does almost every Sunday, he doesn’t wake them, instead contents himself in his room, playing with his toys or pretending to read his teddy bears a book, carefully making a circle of them around him, like a librarian during story time. Gérard has a feeling he’s a little more likely to follow in his mother’s footsteps than his father’s.

Gérard leans against his doorway. Sven and Yvette are still asleep, Yvette in a tiny ball and Sven taking up half the bed. Gérard woke up when Sven whacked him in the face, an unfortunately not uncommon occurrence. Gérard wonders if Yvette’s always slept like she does, or if it’s self-defence.

“Thomas the Tank Engine went on a journey,” Gerard says, which is surprisingly close to what the book reads, if Gérard recalls correctly.

“Hey kiddo,” Gérard says. “Want to help me make breakfast?”

Gerard looks up from his book. “Can we have pancakes?” he asks.

“We can,” Gérard says.

“Can I help you flip them?” Gerard asks.

“Absolutely,” Gérard says.

Gerard closes his book with a decisive snap, and gets up, but not before snatching his favourite teddy from the circle and bringing him along. Bernard the Bear supervises them while they make a mess of the kitchen, then supervises clean up, and joins them on the bed, Gerard leaping on Sven and giving him some much deserved karma while Gérard sets the tray on the bureau.

“Coffee?” Yvette asks, before she’s even fully awake, and reaches for Gerard just as instinctively, tucking him under her arm as she sits up, while Sven somehow slept through an elbow in the chest.

“We made pancakes because they’re your favourite,” Gerard says to Yvette in a whisper that’s louder than his speaking voice.

“Thank you loves,” she says. “Did you make coffee because it’s my favourite?”

Gerard wrinkles his nose. “Yes,” he says.

“Good boy,” she says, kissing Gerard’s temple, then the top of Bernard’s head when Gerard presents it to her.

“Where’s my kiss?” Gérard asks.

“Wherever my coffee is,” she says, and leans up to press a kiss to his cheek when he hands it to her.

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Gerard/Sven/Yvette, lil Gerard; ask your mother

For the prompt: A no-longer-quite-so-little-Gerard interacting with (one or all three(!!!) of) his parents.

“Mama said I could,” Gerard says, which is possibly the worst possible words in the world to hear, because it puts you in an awkward place. To judge the veracity of it, first: did Yvette say he could, is it in Yvette’s nature to say so, would Yvette be more angry if Gérard gave in to falsehoods from an eight year old or if he doubted her word? 

Then the repercussions if it’s false: Gerard viewing him as a soft mark, and all the lack of respect that comes from that, which Gérard’s very accustomed to in practice, thanks to a neverending flow of rookies. 

But then: will Gerard see him as a harsh taskmaster, strict and unfair, or, worse, someone who distrusts what he says? 

It’s an endless balancing act he knows that Sven and Yvette deal with too, but it feels more urgent for him. For Sven and Yvette, Gerard is their child, genetically and legally, and Gérard’s — well, Gérard’s nothing, really. A friend of the family. His guardian if the worst happens. A teammate of his father’s. Someone he shares a name with. Nothing.

“Ask your dad,” Gérard finally goes with, because he’s a coward.

Gerard frowns. “You’re dad,” he says.

Gérard swallows hard, twice, to get through the lump in his throat.

“Dad!” Gerard says impatiently when he doesn’t say anything.

“Ask pappa,” he revises.

Gérard throws his hands up dramatically. “Mama said I could!” he repeats, then stomps off.

Later reports from Yvette confirm she did not, in fact, say he could.

Brat.

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It amuses me to imagine small Gerard and Leon Riley getting along and big Gerard is all look!! They create me!! Multi-generational! And the parents of each are just like pls stop

The idea of small Gerard (now…medium Gerard? Big Gerard but smaller than  Big(ger) Gerard? SO CONFUSING) babysitting Leon makes me happy. Then you have Robert (Bobsled), Derek and Andy’s cat, for his first middle name, and Charles…Dan are you obsessed with him, you named your children after him!

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I don't think small Gerard will become a hockey player but it makes me laugh to imagine Sven standing in front of him, hands on his shoulders, like "if you get a team other than the Senators, we will disown you," and Gerard like "Sven!" and Yvette is like "Well we won't disown you but you have to try for a trade," and Gerard is like "Yvette!"

This makes me happy.

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I get the feeling baby Gerard will be fairly intelligent. Or at leat his parents won't allow school slacking in favor of sports.

Oh yeah, you want to guarantee you’re going to have to sit down and do your homework before dad’s game, all you need is a teacher mom. She knows every excuse. And your dad and your Big Self will back her up every time.

Baby Gerard can’t have Namesake, because that belongs to Big Gerard, so he’d have to be creative. Oncle Moi? I mean, he could try to go by Gerry or something, but I do not think that would fly. 

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AhhhhhhHHHHhhhhh chinhands. Ok 1) how does Yvette feel seeing big Gerard with baby Gerard? 2) does Jake ever win anything big with florida other than the Calder? 3) can we get a little Mike and Bella interaction? He looooooves that dog and she loves him back.

It’s kind of overwhelming how good Gerard is with him from the start, especially when everything’s so new and she’s so sleep deprived and terrified that she’s going to do something that permanently stunts his growth or progression or something, and Sven is even worse, because she works with kids every day and Sven…kind of does too, at least Carruthers, but also is very paranoid he’ll be too rough so he’s very ginger at first. Meanwhile Gerard swoops in and makes them food and takes the baby whenever they’re tired and even when they’re not, and is so good with him, has mastered this little jiggle that weirdly works every time and she’s so grateful she could cry (and does. She’s very sleep-deprived at the time, in her defence). After, she’s a little more conflicted about it.

There’s one season he doesn’t win but is a finalist for the Hart, the season the Panthers get the deepest in the playoffs (tragically…not very deep), and his production was the difference between eighth seed and bust. Some stupid goalie who took his lacklustre team to the finals won it though. Jerk.

He looooooooooooves that dog so much and she is the most loyal pup. Liam has photos. They are password protected, though he probably doesn’t need to bother, because Mike is like an eighty year old woman about technology, and wouldn’t make it past Liam’s lockscreen. But others might, so Liam protects it because if a dozen pictures of Mike and Bella sleep-cuddling got out, Mike would murder him and Liam would understand. Liam’s favourite is Mike napping on the couch and Bella, paws and chin resting on Mike’s belly, giving Liam an unimpressed look like she knows Liam is taking a picture with his phone and she knows Mike would not approve.

Liam sends that one to Mike’s mom. 

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Yet more of the productive procrastination prompt fills (though at the rate that 'stop and write a sentence' post is showing up on my dash the next post will be the next part of Ulf, LORD). 

polishcrown asked for 'anything involving Yvette and Dan interacting, literally anything' . I threw in some baby Gerard, for extra fun.

It isn't serious, he's been assured, nothing that will take him out more than two weeks, a message he dutifully relayed to his parents and Marc. A strain that's benched him, altered his work out, and left him with the option of chilling with management or families during a home game against Toronto, and he opts for families because his production hadn't been great, pre-injury, and he'll cop to being slightly afraid of hanging out in an enclosed space with guys who definitely noticed and have the power to do something about it.

That decision didn't take into account the distraction factor of a bunch of Senators spawn and the intimidation factor of the captain's wife, who speaks to him initially in fast French, looks mightily unimpressed when Dan--admittedly married to a Francophone--gives her a slightly stupefied look, and then hands off the Olsen baby to his non-French speaking care so she can use the washroom. Dan doesn't mind, the little Gerard just blinks sleepily up at him and settles into the crook of his arm, a warm bundle.

“Hi,” Dan says, low, and at Gerard's presumably welcoming blink, “watching your daddy? And your—big Gerard?”

Dan settles him more firmly in his grip, looks at the time. “Right now your dad's probably giving an inspiring speech,” he tells him. “And big Gerard's looking for people who aren't listening. That's usually Carruthers. Sometimes rookies, but usually Carruthers.” The baby observes him steadily with the uncanny Olsen eyes. What's alert in a baby will probably be intimidating as hell in adulthood, if his dad's any indication. “Carruthers is a bad influence, you should know that.”

Olsen's wife returns, looking expectant, and Dan hesitates.

“You're welcome to keep holding him,” she says, “unless you plan on getting excited.”

Seeing as it's old rivals and they're tenuously holding on to a place in the standings the Leafs are intent on cracking, Dan will admit he is probably not the best baby holder at the moment. But still. Baby. “I'll be careful,” he says meekly.

She gives him a look that reminds him of the fact that she's an elementary teacher. He feels about six years old. “I promise.”

“Don't break my baby,” she says, warningly, and Dan nods hurriedly.

Fucking Olsens, they're terrifying. He should have tried his luck with management, though management doesn't come with warm, soft sleepy babies.

“Your parents are scary,” Dan whispers to Gerard, and has the uncanny feeling that she's heard him, looking over his shoulder to see her watching the pre-game and breathing a sigh of relief.

“Very scary,” he repeats, and Gerard blinks in agreement.