Tristan Ellison/Elphaba Thropp [Wicked] (wickedgreen) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-12-23 17:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | jeffery wainwright, tristan ellison |
Who: Tristan Ellison, Jeff Wainwright, the kids (Ava, Victoria, Braeden), and Tristan's Ex (Gloria, NPC)
What: Day Care Christmas Party
When: Tonight
Warnings: Small children being cute at Christmastime.
Tristan had taken the day off work, too excited to sit in his office. He'd driven around town, driving past several local day cares, wondering each time if that was the one where his children were. He had no idea where Jeff took Ava, but driving around was something to do that wasn't sitting around watching the clock. He pulled in to the parking lot a good half hour early, to wait for Jeff. The day had passed with agonizing slowness, and he was more than ready to get over to the day care and find his kids.
He didn't really blame Gloria for her reaction. He'd been shell shocked, by the whole thing. Being told the voice in your head was real was something that took some getting used to. Especially when that voice was the voice of The Wicked Witch of the West. Gloria had been pregnant, her emotions had been all over the place anyway. She just didn't know how to handle it, so she left. Tristan couldn't be sure he wouldn't have done the same thing in her position. But she'd kept his children from him, and that was unforgivable. He hadn't seen his daughter for four years, she might not even remember him. He'd never even met his son, he didn't even know the boy's name.
Braeden. Jeff had said his name was Braeden. His name was Braeden and he had a mop of curls on his head. The image that came to mind made Tristan smile. Victoria had had curls too, though not quite as wild at Tristan's. He imagined Braeden's hair was just as unruly as his own, or even more so.
The day care turned out to be one he had driven past, during the day. The parking lot was moderately full, when they got there. Tristan got out of the car and took in a deep breath. He waited for Jeff, though he wanted to rush the front doors, find the classrooms where his children must be. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, trying to remain anonymous, despite his nerves. He wasn't supposed to know the kids were there. He was just supposed to be attending the Christmas thing with his friend, to see his friend's kid. Finding his own children was going to be bonus.