Lyssa James (![]() ![]() @ 2008-01-15 19:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | catherine "kit" harper-holmes, gwen cooper, ianto jones, lyssa harper, lyssa james, owen harper, plotty mcplot |
Who: Lyssa, Owen, Kit, Ianto, Gwen and whoever else might turn up.
What: Trying to cope with people being younger suddenly.
Where: Owen and Lyssa's place
When: Nowish
Lyssa had found Ianto, or rather the little kid in the suit that answered to Yan and babbled at her half the time in Welsh the rest English. Which Lyssa only could get a few words from. There was also a mini version of Kit running about with a toy plane that she refused to part with at that point balanced on the back of the sofa while the small slightly scared Ianto was clinging to Lyssa's hand and still staring at her. Though at that point the fact Kit was looking dangerously close to trying to jump to a chair was the least of her worries.
Those were reserved for Owen right then, she'd seen him briefly as he'd gone from one room to another. She'd gone from banging on the door to saying a few words now and then. "Please Owen, get out the bathroom. If you hadn't noticed, the very pregnant woman outside the door isn't happy that you're in there, the bedroom was better, least I can still lay out on the sofa. And I know you're still you and I care..." Ianto tugged at Lyssa's hand. "What Yan?" Lyssa turned and didn't even try to go to his level then. Ianto pointed at Kit. Lyssa hurried as she could to grab Kit before she fell.
"Is my mummy coming?" Kit wriggled.
"I don't know hunny." Lyssa put her down quickly. This wasn't helping her stress and not really wanting to have to give birth early when Owen was in no place to be of any real use.
"Owen your daughter keeps jumping off the furniture. Be nice if you could do something." She shouted at the locked door before getting Ianto to sit next to Kit on the sofa a moment. "Stay here a moment and I'll be back and we can play a game or something? Hmm?" They both nodded, she wondered what she'd come back to but still she went to the bedroom, least Owen wasn't in there and she could get what she wanted. A box from under the bed, a box she swore contained other things than it did. She carried it back and set it on the coffee table. "Lego. Go crazy." She shooed them off the sofa to play so she could attempt to relax and wait for Gwen turning up. Which couldn't be soon enough.