Re: Sam A/ Casey D
[The baby was in her playpen, and she was trying to eat Ted's ear. The kid was teething, yeah? She always tried to eat everything, as indicated by the drool all over her white onesie, and Sam was just glad it was a quiet kind of moment. Quiet moments, those didn't happen a lot, yeah? She had music playing, because Joey liked noise, but even that wasn't loud. It was a quiet moment.
But this quiet moment, it didn't fucking last.
It wasn't the baby that screamed, huh? Nah, it was Sam that fucked up the relative peace of the art store, yeah? Because she ran to the door, yanked it open, and fucking POUNCED on Casey, shrieking happily while she launched herself into her kinda brother-in-law's arms. She hadn't seen Neil in over a fucking year now, but she still loved Casey to fucking pieces.
She looked good, yeah? Hella better than when he'd last seen her. Clean, fat, wearing overalls and one of Cris' short-sleeve undershirts, because the baby had screamed all night, and getting dressed art-cute for the residents of Repose just hadn't happened that morning.]