Who: Mitchell, Eve, and OPEN What: Feeding the ducks Where: Pond When: Weekend Warnings: Not likely Status: OPEN
Eve was getting so big. She would be two in just three months. She was strong willed and stubborn, and reminded Mitchell of her parents, both of them, more and more every day. She had George's sweetness and Nina's no nonsense attitude. When she wanted something, she was going to get it one way or another.
It made Mitchell feel both proud and sad. He missed George terribly. Not a day went by that he didn't think of the werewolf, and the fact he was missing out on Eve's life. He wasn't so sentimental about Nina, he'd never really gotten along with her, they'd never been friends. But they'd tolerated each other for George's sake, and he wouldn't speak a word against her now for Eve's sake.
The little girl was tossing bits of bread to the ducks, giggling at the fowl gathered around her as they squawked and fought over the little morsels. And then she was crying as one bold duck lurched at her and snatched the piece of bread right out of her hands.
Mitchell was quick to move out of the safety of the shade where he sat at a picnic table, scaring the birds off so he could grab Eve and pull her into the safety of his arms. Her little arms wrapped around his neck, and he realised this is what fatherhood felt like. Giving comfort to a scared child. And maybe being Eve's father figure wasn't such a terrible thing, after all.