You should listen to Navi DuBleu. (heyheylisten) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-29 01:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, navi, pete wisdom |
Who: Navi & Pete Wisdom.
What: Talking about the future.
When: Monday evening, 10/28.
Where: Their home.
Rating: PG-13.
Status: Complete!
Navi was sitting with the baby in the kitchen, humming to her a little and kissing her head periodically as she chopped up veggies for a salad for herself for later. There was a steak in the oven for Pete to eat for supper eventually, and Zelda was sleeping contentedly. Life was pretty fantastic, and she was pleased with everything that happened for her.
Pete was pretty pleased as well. Not only did he have a wife and a baby, both beautiful by the by? But he was also applying a duct tape barrier around corners and sharp edges, so if little Zelda happened to start crawling, nothing would snag on her wings. There was an unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and he had been grumbling a lot. He walked into the kitchen and took the cigarette out from between his lips long enough to give the little missus a kiss on the side of her face, and then tickled the baby under one of her feets.
“...your mum’s eating her rabbit food,” he told the baby, referring to the salad.
Zelda giggled happily when her father paid attention to her, even if it was in her sleep. Navi kissed the top of her head, then gave Pete a proper kiss since he was close by. “I like it sometimes! Variety and all that.” She beeped Pete’s nose, still beaming at him. “How’s Daddy doing in the rounding all of the corners vendetta against sharp things expedition?”
Huzzah for kisses, even if he crossed his eyes at the nose beep and then made a face like come oooon nooooow Petaaaaal. He gave the wife a pat on the bum when he thought the baby was sleepily not looking and wouldn't notice.
"Bloody corners are everywhere. We'll need more wood files and gaffer tape," he told her. "And foamy things for pipes, so we can put those 'round the legs of all the things in the house. And glue to glue down all the legs of all the things in the house, so she can't scoot them and then things fall on 'er head and she's bound for the short bus. In fact, m'going to call London and see if they can't come up with a rubber bouncy house we can live in."
“Oooh, bouncy houses, then we can bounce and crack into each other and break our heads,” Navi laughed. She liked playing along with Pete’s paranoia. “I think she’ll probably bang them sometimes, but she’ll figure it out. Just like you did with your scraped knees and other booboos.”
Pete's eyes were bugging out like he hadn't thought about the bouncy house equation. There might be rebounding like a rubber bouncy ball that he hadn't taken into account.
"...DAMN IT ALL," he exclaimed, then eyed the house like it was out to thwart him no matter what he did to babyproof it. "You mean like I did when I was younger? Like that time I took a tumble in the car park and I was told t'man up, followed by mum and dad offering t'get me a pint an’ listening t’them ‘ave a row in the pub? Or that time I took a tumble down stairs and me sis tried t'use me as a dead offering to her doom god, since I was laying there with me 'ead cracked open? Waking up t'that wasn't one o' those shining moments. I was told t'stay still b'cos the dark gods had 'er on hold due to a hell orgy in progress."
That is what he got for having an alcoholic dysfunctional family, and a sister who was a evil tart.
“Well, yes, but only with us being functional and without a weird sister.” Navi blinked, eyeing her husband warily. “They don’t... live nearby, do they?”
He didn't want to elaborate on the whole 'mum's dead' bit of it, so Pete simply mouthed the words 'oooooh noooooo' while slowly shaking his head. And if they did and mum dug her way out of the grave, then he would pack them up and move. Far, far away.
“Thank god,” Navi murmured. She cupped his cheek, pulling him closer for a snog. “I think sometimes about how I wish we’d been neighbors growing up.” She’d have loved to have a boy to play spies with, and he could’ve had supper at her grandpa’s sometimes.
Or he could have lived next door and said to hell with his parents and his hippy tart sister. That would have been nice. What was nicer was the snog, so it made him forget about the shambles of his formative years. In fact, that type of marriage was not something he wanted for either Navi or little Zelda, so he was minding his p's & q's, and sticking close to home. At least he had a job where he could do that, or he would be calling every 2.5 seconds to see if wings were bent, dented, ripped, torn, shredded, set on fire, or any number of possible things that he didn't want to think about. He's staying home.
He was also sniffing the air, as though he detected the scent of cooked cow.
"I would've lived in your attic. I smell summat that's not going t'be saying moo anymore. How long until I get t'gnaw on it?" he asked.
To say that Navi was fond of her husband would’ve been an understatement. She was ridiculously in love with Pete, and she was glad every moment she saw him. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. “Your porkchops will be done in about ten minutes, sweetheart.” She giggled when Zelda started to shift, wiggling to be picked up by Daddy.
"I would snog you for a full ten minutes, but m'going to pick up Zelda now," he said, giving her a kiss that did drag on a little longer than expected, so the baby was good and squiggly in that pick me up damn you giant people things! sort of way.
He picked up the baby with surprisingly practiced ease, cradling her in his arms, and mumbling around his unlit cigarette. "Yer not going t'make me eat any veg with that, I hope."
“Of course I’m not,” Navi giggled. She liked watching Pete with the baby, smiling fondly and biting her lower lip. There was something sexy about a man with a baby, something that made her want to go make a few more. “Just mash, if you want it.” It was her way of sneaking Pete in some fiber.
They'll have a brood yet!
Of course, that might be after he's done making faces about mashed veggies, because those are icky, no matter how they're put. Enough that he told Zelda, "Veggies are rubbish, but yer going t'have to eat them anyway. Daddy's exempt."
Yay, dad power!
“I made you mashed taters, you big baby.” Navi smiled and nipped Pete’s earlobe before going to make his potatoes less solid, along with some bananas and prunes for the wee one.
Oh then that was different! He was hoping it wasn't mashed cauliflower or anything, since people try to replace that one thing for another. He gave her one of THOSE eyeings at, when she went nipping at him like that. He would have given her a swat on the bum, but she retreated and he was holding the baby. Carefully.
"Make mine with extra artery clogging butter, luv," he asked, then started to choochie coo their daughter to make her laugh. "I know she's not that old at all, really, but she feels like she's getting bigger already."
STAY TINY FOREVER OK? That way your dad doesn’t have to shoot at your potential boyfriends or girlfriends. Because he will. Or at least he’ll threaten he will. That’s a fact.
“Oh, she is. She’s putting on weight so fast, I don’t know if I can make milk fast enough.” Navi wrinkled her nose. “You know, when I say that out loud, it sounds super gross?” She added a generous amount of butter and real cream to the steaming potatoes and started to hand mash them. Zelda’s foods would go into the food processor.
"Oi, she is. She's like a tiny brick, that shites a lot. Look. Daddy taught you a new word. Shiiiiiiiiiiite. Only say it at home, Zelly," he said a little too proudly, before he looked over at Navi. "It's not, really? It makes you sound like you should say moo, but it doesn't sound disgusting. They're not there t'simply look at, you know. That's a fringe benefit."
Pete. He’s keeping marriage classy since...a year ago, when he got married. Trufax.
Navi giggled. “Just be glad I’m not like Link’s cows and sparkling that way too!” Navi let her wings out, gently fluttering them against Zelda’s cheek. “And she is a teny tiny poop machine.” Humming as she put porkchops and mash on a plate for Pete, Navi set about whipping up food into a puree for herself. What, applesauce was awesome.
"Sparkling milk is bloody odd," Pete remarked, because it simply was. It might taste delicious, but it's odd. "I also think it's bloody odd that that much shite comes out of summat so small. It's not right."
“That’s just how babies work,” Navi grinned. “Their tummies aren’t really formed yet.” She gently wrapped her arms around her husband and daughter, sighing contentedly. “I kind of want to make a bunch more. You might get your footie team yet.”
"Really? That's fucking brilliant." He looked pretty shocked for a little bit there, since she had been really wiped out and he had been tired too, until things settled into a routine. There was one thing that he felt he should bring up, though, even if he - of all people - was a little reluctant to talk about it before their dinner. Ruining a meal wasn't a great thing, but this was Pete and he might be drinky and shooty and cursey, but he was also blunt as hell. And he had a daughter to worry about now too, as well as his delicious and sexy fairy wife.
"Navi," he said, trying to find the right way to word this. "A while ago, I suggested moving to London, when you were knackered. Do you remember that?"
Navi nodded. “Yeah. Do you still want to?” She bit her lower lip. “Would things be better there?” For his mental health, she meant; she didn’t know if he wanted some distance on his native country.
“Maybe we should just ... I don’t know, move to the hills in like, Oregon, and open a pub. Or a tourist shop for people who’re up there hunting Bigfoot. That way Zellie and I can fly around and we can be our own attraction!”
"..." He was silent and thinking about that for a long moment, because his wife was right. London probably wouldn't be good for his mental health, seeing as how he was always going to be going off on missions and MI-13 was there, and he really didn't want to leave either of them. Or their future kids.
"Bloody hell, you're right. They'd suck me back into every mess that came up, and then I'd be away from you both." He thought it over and figured he had enough files on sasquatches and UFOs and vortexes in that area, so why the hell not? "You're not only right, but you're brilliant."
He gave her a kiss that seemed like it would go on forever, while cradling their daughter in his arms. When it did end, he made sure to ask, "Would you like that, Petal? There would be rain at least, and if we do it in some bloody backwater town, then you two could fly all you'd like. We simply need to make sure they have a good enough footieball team."
Important things are important.
“Would you be okay? We could order your cigarettes online and we could run the only pub with good lager and scotch and you can hold up the bar.” Navi just liked the idea of their massive clan running around their huge backyard, climbing trees and flying around with reckless abandon. They’d have to teach them not to light things on fire and set off a huge forest fire, but that could be done.
"Honestly," Pete replied, after a moment's thought, "I would be ok with that, really. I can't do this...spy rubbish forever. And I don't want t'repeat what that dream me did. I don't want that. It was miserable. And the whole lot of you, I mean you an' Zelda, an' wote'er little fire fairies we 'ave? Make me happy. So let's do this, eh?"
He stopped and gave her a close looking at, making sure of something first. "Is it going t'be all right with you, giving up your grandfather's home he left t'you, and your nursery?"
She shook her head. “I”m not giving it up. I’ll give it to someone in exchange for them keeping up with it. You never know if Zelda will want to move back here when she’s older or something. And the nursery, I’ll just keep it up the way I have been. I’ll call sometimes to make sure things are going okay, but the people I have managing it now, they’re doing a great job.” Navi beamed, her eyes sparkling. “I know just who I want to give the house to, too. Oh! And I can help him with his green card that way when he finishes school!” She couldn’t wait to call Athelstan.
"Luv, if we want to move back with Zelda someday when she's older...along with the rest of howe'er many fluttering ankle biters we're having? I'll be moving back with you," he pointed out with a grin, since hi? He's so obviously in it for the long haul. Nevertheless, he nodded, like that seemed like a very good idea. "That'd be nice of you. It might even make it easier for him t'get his green card that way, if he has a permanent residence. You're so charitable, Petal."
He felt very lucky to have a marriage that was actually functional and working instead of the shambles that his dream self had been living in.
"Oh bugger, those case files. I think I'll give those to Pryde too, b'fore we go. She can probably use them all, if things go arse o'er end."
“He’s kind of like family, he’s friends with flowers too. And I digitized all those files so she can have them that way too. I’ll have to yell at Mountie before I go, give him some tips on how to handle pregnant ladies.” Navi chuckled, floating a little off the ground. “You really want to?”
"Yes, I think I do. We can't raise our kids 'ere. Look at this place? Half the bloody county's lost their voices or their mouths. Who wants that for their children?" He stopped and looked a little disturbed. "Fuck. I've turned into one of those 'think of the children' type parents already. Let's go give pints an' plaster sasquatch feet replicas t'hippies an' axemen."
Navi laughed and bounced, careful not to squish their child when she gave Pete a proper snog. “You’re the most brilliant husband in the history of husbands, and you’re gorgeous. I’m always so glad I showed you my boobs!”
"And I'm always glad you sat on my lap in the pub that first night, an' then we had a brilliant shag fest. Then I never left, because I knew you were bloody beautiful and bloody brilliant," he said, smiling at her even if he was a rumpled man mess. He'll fit in well in Oregon, oh yes he will. "I love you, missus. I'll go find us a pub t'buy and we'll get packing, before this place opens it's gaping maw and swallows us whole."
Because, really, would anyone put it past Orange County, California at this point, to do that?
Pete wouldn't.