Terry Boot (toboot) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-08-22 11:50:00 |
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Okay, so. Flying. Quidditch. This was an interest of Rosie’s, and Terry was trying very hard to get into the idea of his daughter as being anywhere but firmly on the ground. But he’d gotten her a little toy broom, hid in the backyard, and now he was ready to show it to her… after he swaddled her in neck to ankle swaddling and pads he’d made out of wrapping towels around her and magically fastening them. He’d gotten her a helmet as well, and yet he was still nervous as he led her out into the backyard where he had the broom leaning against a tree.
“Okay, so the rules-“ Terry began, before looking down at his overly protected five year old child who had wanted nothing more than to pet horses, draw in the journals, and hang out with her friends. “… is to have fun. That’s the rule. Have fun and listen to Daddy, okay Rosebud?” he said, leading her over to it and chewing the inside of his cheek. He’d made sure that the broom couldn’t actually go all that high, because he couldn’t deal with Rosie getting badly hurt, or even kind of hurt.
He’d had trouble, being a dad. He wasn’t used to having such huge responsibilities suddenly, and there was the fact that he didn’t have it. He didn’t know how to do Rosie’s hair the way she wanted, he didn’t know the song she wanted him to sing to her at night, and he didn’t know what her favorite foods were. He didn’t know if she liked the pears Peter had left for him, or how she would even feel about someone who wasn’t other-Daddy. Terry hadn’t figured that out yet. Wasn’t sure he wanted to.
Hair, food, song, and flying he could do right then though. He hoped.