#stitches rudolph

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“You could always ask him”

“It’s going to take a lot more than sugar to knock me down, sweetie” Monroe, who was now a skinny fifty-two year old, hummed as he beamed up at her and clutched his tea in his hands to warm them.

Monroe and Stitches had been running their bakery since the day it opened, but once their children moved out, they both feel hard to empty nest syndrome and ate more of their sweet treats than they sold. They’d both ballooned but shrugged it off as enjoying life, until Monroe was diagnosed with type two diabetes and left with two choices; Continue as he was and either loose his sight or his feet, or make much needed changes in his life to make it a healthy one. 

Choosing the better of the two, he’d cut his sugar consumption down immensely, lost an impressive amount of weight and managed to be taken off his diabetes medication as a result. The only downside to his new way of life was that he was nearly always cold, as he didn’t have the fat to keep him warm, but cosy jumpers and his husband’s company helped him to stay snug.

Stitches, on the other hand, had stayed pretty much the same over the years, the only change being his build becoming slightly rounder.

“Come and sit with us sweetie, Cupid says you’ve got yourself a boyfriend!”

“Oh yes! Tell us all about him cupcake! Oh I hope he’s as nice as Cupid said!”

As their farthers sat back down and patted the space between them, Valentine whispered to her brother that it was going to be a coffee sort of morning before she happily snuggled up between her eagerly awaiting dads.

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“I’ve missed you so much Pops!”

“Awh, I’ve missed you too sweetie. Been hard without my partner in crime, can’t get away with anything these days!”

“I’m sure you try though, not that Papa..” her fond smile and tight squeeze on her farther suddenly fell as her eyes snapped open “How’s he doing? He’s... Getting better, right?”

Stitches let out a short, significant laugh as he lowered his, not so, little girl to her feet.

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Moving into the living room and dropping her bag, Valentine’s face lit up into the purest look of adoration as her farther, Stitches Rudolph, stood before her with his arms open, the same fond look on his face.

“Cupcake!” He sang in his usual, but now somehow weathered, tone “Where’ve you been? Not causing too much trouble I hope”

“Not without you Pops!” she hummed back as she ran and jumped up to hug him, her tip toes just barely scraping the ground as she hung around her gentle giant of a farther’s shoulders.

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Smiling up at her brother and thanking him for the muchly needed coffee, Valentine braced herself for the hundreds of questions that her dads’ had about Basil.

“What’s his favourite sweetie? No! How tall is he? No! What about-”

“Let’s start with the basics, lovebug..” Monroe cooed, bringing Stitch’s excitement down a few pegs so they cold get necessary information “What’s his name and where is he from sweetie?”

“His name is Basil and he’s from Manchester, but he’s been living in St Claire for about ten years now. That's where Gramps was from, right?”

“And his Dad” Monroe added, fondly remembering the two of them “..He’s been there for ten years? That’s quite a while.. How old is he?”

 Valentine pierced her lips together sheepishly before taking a sip of her coffee, avoiding the look her farther was giving her.

“Valentine..”

“He’s um.. He’s forty three” 

The silence that hung in the air for a moment said everything but, between the protective look from Monroe, the impressed grin from Cupid and the child like smile from Stitches, Valentine broke it quickly and kindly.

“He doesn’t act it though. Well, he had his grown up times, but he’s a big kid really”

“He’s really nice too..” Cupid chimed in, his grin softening into a warm smile “..And going by the way he looks at her, I’d say he’s a good guy”

The siblings shared a knowing smile and Valentine quickly changed the attention of their farthers to Cupid.

“He’s got a man too, you know” she smoothly said with a grin that only grew at their farthers’ intrigued and exaggerated noises.

“And his name is?” Stitch added, practically bursting at the thought of both of his babies settling down.

“Rufus Groves. My old circus boy” Cupid said dreamily. Valentine had only joked that Rufus was already Cupid’s man, but by the fond swoon of Cupid’s voice, her quip was much closer to fact than fiction than she first thought.

The family reminisced and fondly laughed about their memories of the circus, Rufus and Beatrice together well into the early evening and their conversation only drew to a close when Stitch got a text.

“That’s Daph, she made it to her hotel and from the looks of it has fallen asleep on her phone. We better show our faces Bo”

With that, the four of them got to their feet and headed towards the door to say their goodbyes.

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Stitches Rudolph, Continued

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"Hello!!" she practically sings "Is this Papa or Pops?"

"It’s both of us!" Stitches cooes, his weathered voice still remaining as merry and sweet as ever "I've managed to put you on speaker phone, so Papa can hear you too"

"Hello cupcake!" Monroe added in his ecstatic, cheeky voice.

The usual conversation ensued; Both ends of the line asking how the other was, filing them in on how their days went and finally the routine question of "Have you spoken to your brother yet?"

"I've texted him, but he only replied hours later when he was home and heading for bed"

Monroe let out a slightly concerned hum of acknowledgement and, as always, Stitches chipped in to merry the tune.

"I'm sure he's just busy with work. Can't say I'm surprised, there must be a lot to do, being a independent director and all" 

Valentine quickly stifled a laugh. Her and Cupid's dads only knew his work as a director for independent films and, even though he was just that, it wasn't the sort of independent films they’d be thinking of. It was much more of an adult industry that Cupid had started to dominate.

"Speaking of work.." Monroe picked up whilst Valentine silently composed herself "How's it going with your performances cupcake?"

Flicks of excitement ran though Valentine as she remembered the one good thing that happened during her long, grueling day.

"Actually, it's going quite well! Today was slow and I wasn't too happy with what tips I got, but I did see a poster for an event in the park for new and upcoming performers, so I rang the number and got a slot! It sounds like talent show of sorts, but I'm sure there will be some ring masters or talent scouts at this one!"

"Well you go and knock their socks off, sweetie!” Stitches proudly sang “You've got your cheer squad rooting for you back home for sure!"

Valentine smiled warmly at the thought of her, slightly mad, family back home. They where an odd bunch, but she wouldn't want them any other way.