#v;single parent

[whiskeyfueled]

New Adventures || insolapuella

To say the last two years had been an adjustment for Dean was an understatement, but when he looked down at his little girl he knew there was nothing more worth everything than seeing her smile. Which, was the cheesiest thing he’d never thought he’d say. 

It took him months to recover physically, but emotionally he still wasn’t there- he could fake it pretty well and Lauren made it easy, work kept him distracted but his mother noticed and after many insistence's, he finally took her advice and took a week off of work to explore the city he’d moved into two years ago with his child. He never had to go anywhere: Lauren’s childcare was intercompany, their doctor was a block away, she didn’t need to go a million places (yet), and so most of his free time was spent with her at home. 

And that, as his mom pointed out and won her way, was why he was sitting on a bus to downtown with a highly upset toddler. She had never experienced such things and he could only hope the trip to the zoo and city park wouldn’t be terrible for both of them. None of her toys seemed to calm her down and he could feel the annoyed stares of the other passengers as he tried to rock her in his lap.

[stephenarch]

Excuses, Excuses @camille

     “I’d feel better if y’stayed over,” Stephen said, placing a mug of hot chocolate in front of her. With the boys elsewhere in the apartment, either playing video games, reading or finishing winter break assignments, they had the kitchen to themselves. Stephen sat across from her with his own mug of cocoa, a tired-from-the-long-day look on his face. “Th’ snow’s geddin’ worse, an’ th’ bus stop’s a couple’a blocks from ‘ere.”

@camillelafaye

[stephenarch]

“I hate Christmas, I hate consuma’rism---I hate th’ fact that Black Friday got seven people killed this year! An’ f’ what? An iPhone 6? A George Foreman grill? Is that shit worth it? Is that what Christmas’ really about?”

[stephenarch]

Uncovered Christmas Gifts @camillelafaye

      “Can we stop an’ get some’a that honey chicken at th’ food co’awt?” Dmitri asked, less interested in the material possibilities Camille was offering them. Thomas, however, was very interested in finding something for Christmas, especially since he’d never celebrated before. As he held Camille’s hand in the ground mall, he kept his eye out for the right item in the store windows they passed. 

@camillelafaye

[stephenarch]

“Can you keep a secret?”

@gretaphasmatosmartin

[stephenarch]

Single Parent, Episode 8: Dessert & Herb

     “So, how’s mom?”

     “Th’ fuck should I know?” Dmitri asked, opening the tiny jar of weed and dumping a fourth of a teaspoon’s worth into his palm. “She keeps her distance, she stays in’a fuckin’ lane. She’s not th’ kinna mom who actually talks d’her kids.”

     “I just thought she drives you around everywhere,” Maxine said, scratching a curled up Percy; the puppy resided between her legs, fitting in the crisscross of her lap. Dmitri dumped the pot into the bowl and picked up the spoon again, cranked his arm and looked up. 

     “Doesn’t mean she talks,” Dmitri said, as if it were naive for Maxine to consider their mother doing such a thing. “She just tells me not d’get in trouble or if I’m grounded. Nothin’ else. She doesn’t talk about Dad, she doesn’t talk about anything else, she sometimes makes jokes in response d’the stuff I say--she doesn’t talk about Splinter.” 

     “Good,” Maxine said, leaning her head against the wall as the dog snored. 

     “How’s Cream Puff?” Dmitri said a beat before the preheating timer beeped. 

     “He’s fine. He’s back in Lyon,” she said, voice pouting as Dmitri poured the brownie mix into the tray. “His childhood dog’s dying, so he flew back f’ the weekend d’say goodbye.” 

     “Fuck,” Dmitri said, “That shit’s sad. Why does bad shit happen d’hot people?” Maxine shrugged.

     “I offered’im our dog.” 

     “Good--whadeva’ it takes d’get’is tight ass ind’this house, Maxi, I swear d’God...” 

@camillelafaye