There's a world...

Rachel Ferrier- wait, you know what, scratch that. It's Rachel Moriarty. I run a bakery, my husband's a criminal, and my son is already brilliant. No more lies, no more faking. (Somewhat reboot/continuation account of missferrier. Established 1/2/14)

[aprickofthescorpionstail]

Jim tensed every so slightly as she pulled away. He needed the contact, something that told him this was real. He was home, with this family. So, when Wyatt reached up for his hand, taking it gave him a bit of stability. 

"Of course-" There was a slight pause as he added "—Son."

[thebakerwife]

Rachel seemed less nervous than before, smiling at her husband and son. "Alright. Let's get going, then." She turned away to trot down the stairs, holding back tears of joy. One night- she was getting one night of being a normal wife, with a normal husband and a beautifully normal son. A dream come true.

Wyatt clung to his father's hand and started to tug him down the stairs. "Come on, Daddy, come on! Ice cream!" 

[thebakerwife]

psst gonna be on Alana till I pass out

[thebakerwife]

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"Watch the language, if you would? Trying to avoid corrupting the two year old, thank you very much."

[thebakerwife]

all i did today was play solitaire and cards against humanity but hey hi hello i am here do i owe starters or replies

does anyone want a starter

[mistletoealert]

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when the night has come and the land is dark and the moon is the only light we’ll see no i won’t be afraid oh, i won’t be afraid just as long as you stand, stand by me

[thebakerwife]

uncontrollably upset about a fish dying don't say the name Herman i will cry

[aprickofthescorpionstail]

It had been two years— two years since he last felt his wife embrace him like this. He knew she was still angry with him, he wasn’t so stupid as to think he could fix that in less than a day, but for a moment, all the screaming, all the noise in his mind fell silent. Wrapping his arms around her, Jim just held her for a minute, taking in a deep breath before breaking his silence. “It’s getting late, Wyatt has been waiting very patiently for his ice cream.”

[thebakerwife]

"Oh, yes. Yes, of course." Rachel pulled away, tugging at her clothes awkwardly. "Let's get your coat, baby." She grabbed a jacket for Wyatt, moving to help him pull it on.

As soon as he was zipped up Wyatt ran to his father's side, reaching up for his hand. "Can I walk with you, Daddy?"

[aprickofthescorpionstail]

Jim’s gaze trailed out the window before he set Wyatt back down on the couch. “A normal family-” The man repeated, pulling out his phone and flipping it open. Arching a brow, he shot off a quick text that merely read: 782633696 and dropped it back into his pocket. “Just tonight.” 

[thebakerwife]

"For Wyatt's sake," she whispered, hands twisting in her jacket. Her face lit up and she moved to hug her husband tightly, for the first time in two years. "Thank you, Jimmy. Thank you."

[aprickofthescorpionstail]

Looking up at Rachel, Jim nodded as he scooped up Wyatt, holding him about eye level. “She’s right, you know- walking around late can be dangerous.” Peering back over at his wife, he added. “But it’s alright, isn’t it, Mum, because my friends will be watching over us.”

[thebakerwife]

Rachel grumbled slightly. "I don't want them following us, Jim," she mumbled. "I don't feel... comfortable with them around. Please. One night. Us just being normal, a normal family, for just tonight. Give me this."

[askboxmemes]

Put 'too late' in my ask for a suicide note from my character to yours

[avengersherlockholmes]

[aprickofthescorpionstail]

"Then we’ll have to make sure we get all three, when we go out." Jim’s brow knit together as Wyatt spoke. How was he supposed to explain that. "I was working, I’m afraid." He started, leaning forward ever so slightly. "But I promise, I’ll never leave you and your mother ever again."

[thebakerwife]

"Yeah. All three." Wyatt considered the explanation for a moment. "Did you miss us, Daddy?"

"I'm sure he did, baby." Rachel walked out to the living room, smiling slightly at the sight before her. "Come on, you two, let's get going before it gets dark. I don't like walking about so late."

[aprickofthescorpionstail]

Jim wasn’t quite sure what to do with the child in his lap. Everything was different with Savannah, but this.. this was better. At least, he’d hoped it would be. This time he’d be a father and not just in the twisted way he’d convinced himself he was with his daughter growing up. “Oh? Daddy’s favorite is chocolate.” Hesitantly, he placed his hand on Wyatt’s back. 

[thebakerwife]

"Mommy likes the cookie one." He snuggled into Jim. "Chocolate is good too." Wyatt frowned for a second before tugging on his father's shirt hurriedly. "Daddy, how come you weren't home?"

[aprickofthescorpionstail]

Lowering himself onto the couch next to him, Jim let his head tilt to the side. This was going to take some getting used to. “Perhaps, soon we’ll all go on a real one.” He said, tapping the toy lightly. Of course, he’d have to run it by Rachel, but he didn’t see the harm. “Before all that— What kind of ice cream do you like?”

[thebakerwife]

Wyatt immediately scrambled into his father's lap, curling up comfortably. "I wanna ride the train, Daddy," he yawned slightly, wrinkling his nose. "Strawberry. Because it's yummy."

[aprickofthescorpionstail]

With a half nod, Jim took the first step before taking in a deep breath. He could not screw this up and that meant making some changes. “Maybe we should get him a cat-” The man offered with a small grin as he moved up the stairs and into the flat to look for Wyatt.

[thebakerwife]

"I already come home covered in flour, I don't need to show up at work with cat hair." She rolled her eyes, ducking into their old bedroom. 

Wyatt was sitting on the couch, using his duck as a pillow. The train was held tightly to his chest. "Daddy?"

[aprickofthescorpionstail]

He could see it, the kid was smart, intuitive— There was so much potential. “Ducks-” He repeated as if he were making mental notes. “Mice?” Jim arched a brow. “Does he have mice?” Shaking his head, Jim paused at the bottom of the stairs. “I can tell.” He knew this was his last chance and he’d do anything and everything in his power to hold onto his family. “I’ll wait here.”

[thebakerwife]

"I used to take him to the park when he was a few months old. He loved the ducks." She started to laugh. "No, he doesn't. I don't know where he gets them." Rachel sighed. "Come up, keep an eye on him. I'm covered in snot and flour, I need to change."

[aprickofthescorpionstail]

He let her go reluctantly, sliding his hands into his coat pockets. “Alright- yeah.” Letting out a short breath, Jim followed close behind her. “Tell me about him.” Shifting slightly, he moved to walk next to her. “Anything I should know?

[thebakerwife]

"Wyatt? He's too smart for a two year old, he gets that from you. Don't say anything bad about ducks. He loves ducks. Let him order his own ice cream otherwise you'll end up with mice in your pants." She grinned slightly. "Personal experience. He's feisty." Rachel untied her apron and hung it up before climbing the stairs. "He's a good kid, Jim."

[aprickofthescorpionstail]

Laying a hand on the back of her head, Jim merely nodded. Everything was falling back into place. After a minute or so, he spoke up. “Everything will be alright, but only if you trust me.” There was another pause before he added. “I’d like you to meet her— My daughter.”

[thebakerwife]

"Again. Been doing that." She sucked in a breath sharply, pulling away from him. "Don't push your luck, James," she said softly, stalking out of the cupboard. "You're welcome to join Wyatt and I for ice cream."