Our Song Has Not Been Sung [JASON]

[caleb andrew winston]

See, what some people don't understand about parenting is that you don't always have to be a serious person for it. You don't have to want a kid or be ready for one to do it right. Hell, Jason and I had literally just been given to us. We didn't have the nine month grace period like everyone else - we were just given this baby to look after because of circumstances. Which was absolutely, irrevocably terrifying at first (for me anyway), but as we eased into it, it became so much easier to do. Everything had its sweet moments - it was just a matter of knowing where to look.

Bathing a squirming four year old is a process. Shock, Anger, Denial, Grief and Acceptance. Well, okay, maybe not that bad. But there was still an element of difficulty in it, even if you knew what you were doing. It was the fact that she was relentlessly moving, refusing to keep still. I was pretty sure that I was clean before she was, what with all the water she was throwing around. Gosh, in that moment, she didn't half remind me of myself at her age.

"But Caleb," Hazel whined, still not letting up. "I'm cleeeean now. See?" She waved her arms around a little to coney her point, which I really didn't see. She was cleaner than sje had been, but there was still the odd smear of paint on her face and the odd blotch on her arms. She was clean, but not as clean as she should have been. I couldn't take her out of the bath yet.

"Uh, no." I disagreed lightly, washing the soap out her hair carefully. That was the biggest crime you could commit next to murder in the eyes of a four year old - getting soap in there eyes. And I understand that, because it hurts like hell. "Nice try, though. I can see that you thought about that one."" It was quite cute, actually. The defeated little pout that came to her face as I finished cleaning her up, making sure to get any traces of paint off of her body.

She couldn't have been happier to get out, after another ten minutes of wriggling and excited laughter. She wrapped herself up in a towel, and then looked up at me expectantly, waiting for me to eithef help her dry off or tell her to go put her pyjamas on. Her big, blue eyes looked up at me unblinkingly, unrelentingly, so I ended up sighing and wiping the water off of her arms with the towel she'd hotten. It was like she'd actually asked me to do that and, well, she was cute. I couldn't say no to that. She was a bit like a puppy when it got to this point, all excited and happy, the fype that just might lick you to death if you're not careful. That's literally all I could think to compare her to.

She reached up with one slightly damp little hand, pulling a lock of my now-curly hair and letting it spring back into place. She loved doing that, despite how much I despised my hair. It always made her laugh. This cute little goggle that never, evrf failed to make me smile, no matter what mood I was in. It had the same affect on me that Jason's smile did, that certain little thing in life did. In fact, this was probably another little thing. This would be one of those things that would stop me giving up completely. That is, if I even considered giving up at all.

"Jaaaaaace~" she half-sang sweetly, bounding out of the bathroom and down to the kitchen, pulling on her pyjamas as she went. I could hear her hopping along as she did so, which made me laugh. "I'm cleeeeean, see?" After quickly running a hand through my damp, rapidly curling hair, I rushed ouf after her, knowing that the mess in the kitchen was still bad. I'd just spent an eternity washing her up - I didn't want her getting messy again.

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[jason lee clark]

I smiled bright at my little sis as she came out of the bathroom pulling her pajama's on. That was adorable. But then again, there wasn't anything that she did that wasn't adorable. I wondered if I was that adorable when I was a little kid. Caleb said Hazel and I were almost the same person, right? I never got to ask my parents what I was like other than what I already knew. All light borea's are happy and energetic. That was something that we all shared so I didn't need to ask them about that. It was also where I got the ability to be so chill about my bullies and what they said to me. But there was no way I was letting anyone hurt my little girl. Not like they hurt me.

"You sure are, Pumpkin. Caleb did a good job, didn't he?"

[/b] I laughed and kissed her forehead as I set her down in the chair. "So. Do you have something to show me? You still have time before dinner so that you can show me and you can help Caleb set the table."[/b] I offered to her while giving Caleb a sideways smirk. Oh yeah. The mess may be cleaned up by now... but that didn't mean I was going to let him hear the end of it. No way in hell.

Next thing I knew, Hazel had squealed with excitement and looked around to find the painting. I nodded toward the table where I had put it and she snatched it quickly, practically shoving it in my face. "Caleb showed me how to paint, Jace! I painted you a Sudowoodo because of your necklace. Then he said a Growlithe was better and we argued but I won!"[/b] Hazel said excitedly as I laughed at the two of them. I could totally picture the argument in my head and that made it all the better. "I love it, Pumpkin. And of course you won. Sudowoodo's are so better."[/b] I told her as I kissed the top of her head and turned back to my hamburger I was frying. "I'll hang it up in Caleb and I's room so he can see it and know the Sudowoodo is better."[/b]
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Tagged[/b] ------------ old Jalebbbb~[/i]
Song Credit[/b] ------------ Could You Put Your Light on Please - Harry Chapin[/i][/center]

[caleb andrew winston]

It was weird how much of my life was made up of the little things that I'd never thought I would experience. I'd always told myself that I'd never have the privilege of seeing a child (that was in my care, mind) smile at me, never thought that I'd have the honor of being handed a handful of crushed daisies and being forced to make daisy chains. And I never, ever thought that I'd ever permanently live with someone that I wasn't related to. But now here I was, with Jason and a little girl And I loved every second.

I hurtled into the kitchen just in time to hear that I would be setting the table. Of course I would. I mean, I was the one who'd left the kitchen in such a state in the first place, so I guess that it was my fault. Even so, I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling, and a sigh from leaving my mouth. It was more of a "pfft" sound, really, since I'd kind of forgotten to open my mouth properly. Almost as if I was saying "Uh, no, fuck that." But of course, my opinion wasn't valid or asked or. I kind of had to, since I left the kitchen the way it had been and then left Jason to clean it all up. I responded to the little smirk he gave me with a cheeky grin, and nodded. I was admitting defeat, and that wasn't really something that happened often.

I didn't think that they should get used to it.

The painting, of course! I'd almost completely forgotten that I'd mentioned it, if I was honest. It was only when Hazel waved the rapidly drying painting in the air, right in front of Jason's face just so that he could see it. Well, as close as she could get anyway - there was a considerable height difference, seeing as he was just a little under twenty one years older than her. But still, there was something about the scene in front of me that made me feel the kind of happy where you can actually feel your heart lifting in your chest. It was just perfect. I couldn't have asked for any more.

"Uhhhh, no," I chimed, snickering at her. Snickering at the both of them, actually. There was no way that Sudowoodo was better than Growlithe. No way. "Growlithe wins, and you both know that. Besides..." I sauntered over and carefully took Jason's necklace between my fingers. I knew how special it was to him now, so I barely touched it. I just let it lightly sit between my fingers. "You would be biased." I nodded at them triumphantly, beaming. They were biased, so Growlithe had to be the best. Had to. It wouldn't be fair if he wasn't.

I half nodded, half shook my head at the comment that Jason had made about hanging the picture in our room. Of course, that would be amazing, to have the girl's first real picture in our room. But to remind me that Sudowoodo was best? Uh, no. No thank you. Growlithe would remain the best in my mind forever. "Sure, we can keep it in our room," I said, snaking my arms around Jace's waist, "Buuut. It'll take more than that to convince me that Sudowoodo is better than Growlithe."

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tagged . jacey-face and the munchkin
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notes . destie i can't even
credit . coding by chloe, lyrics by william beckett

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[jason lee clark]

Anyone else touching my necklace... and I probably would have freaked. Well. As much as I actually can freak. Because like... I don't do the whole freaking thing. But Caleb... I knew he knew how much it meant to me. Hazel and him were the only ones I would ever feel comfortable with touching. And he was totally wrong. My necklace didn't make me biased. Not at all. I just smiled at him and stuck my tongue out rather childishly. Yes. I was twenty four and I still acted like a child most of the time. Oh well.

"It totally doesn't make me biased."

[/b] I told him while looked at Hazel with a huge smile. "Plus she doesn't have a necklace like this. So how would it make her biased."[/b] I asked him with a smart look on my face. She didn't have a necklace yet. Soon... It would be me taking her and letting her pick out any object she wanted and containing the magic in the scepter so she would be able to grow and shrink it with light. My parents had briefly told me when I was younger and picked out mine, but I should be able to figure it out. I mean... I had done some reading about it. There was a book in the library of the house I grew up in. I had been looking through that so I would be ready when Hazel wanted hers.

I leaned into the arm around my waist and smiled at him. "Whatever. Deep down you know which is the better pokemon. Now set the table. Dinner should be ready soon."[/b] I told him as I kissed his cheek and turned back to the hot stove where things were cooking. Pumpkin, why don't you help Caleb? I'm not sure he even knows how. "[/b] I teased as Hazel immediately went for the silverware drawer and I sent Caleb a wink.
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Notes[/b] ------------ the feels. omg the feels[/i]
Tagged[/b] ------------ old Jalebbbb~[/i]
Song Credit[/b] ------------ Could You Put Your Light on Please - Harry Chapin[/i][/center]

[caleb andrew winston]

If I was honest, I didn't know how just owning a necklace with a Sudowoodo charm on it actually made either of them biased. Maybe, for Jace, it was because a Sudowoodo had a sort-of link with his parents (they had been the ones who'd got it for him, anyway), but I wasn't sure. It made sense. It was kind of Hazel's link to the parents she never met as well. I couldn't really say that though. Not right now, when everyone was in a good mood and it might not even have been right. I didn't really fancy running the risk of making anyone less happy. Especially not right now. Just... not now.

"...Somehow?" I said with a little grin, as if I really didn't know how to answer that. Unlike me, I know, but I didn't want t say anything that had the potential to hurt anyone. I'd never liked having to be realistic, anyway. Sure, I was blunt, but there was a limit. I just couldn't say that. It would have been really wrong of me. I gave him a little squeeze, as I nodded yes. I did know which Pokémon was better deep down. "You're right," I muttered. "Growlithe. Always."

Okay, so I was slow sometimes, and I was willing to admit that. I wasn't a complete dunce, though. I'd manage to get fairly good grades at school, so I clearly wasn't completely stupid. I might have been stupid in a different sense (i.e. reckless, impulsive), but intelligence had nothing to do with that. I was clever. I knew things. And, even though we hadn't often sat at a table for dinner while I was growing up, I still knew how to set one. It was a job that a duck with no eyes could probably do. So naturally, I was offended when my intelligence levels were called into question. Well, not really, but still. The kind of offended where it doesn't hurt at all. If that can even be called offended. It'd earned an appreciative giggle from Hazel as she got the silverware out of the drawer we kept it in.

I narrowed my eyes at the wink Jason sent me, although the smile on my face gave away the fact that I totally wasn't at all serious. "I'm going to let that comment slide," I said lightly, as I pulled the crockery out of its cupboard, "Because I owe you anyway." And because he'd been working all day. And because I was just a nice person. But my god, was he lucky.

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tagged . jacey-face and the munchkin
words . enough
notes . destie i can't even
credit . coding by chloe, lyrics by william beckett

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[jason lee clark]

I finished making dinner while they were finishing setting up the table. We were both done around the same time. I had finished cooking the noodles and had strained them quickly. The meat sauce that I was working on was added to the noodles and the pot was places in the center of the table before I quickly grabbed the garlic bread out of the stove and put them on a plate that went on the table as well before sitting down next to Caleb. Hazel was across from us and I quickly put a spoonful of spaghetti on her plate with a piece of garlic toast before putting some on Caleb's plate as well and then finally on my own.

Reaching under the table, I grabbed onto Caleb's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before letting them rest on Caleb's inner thigh. I grabbed my fork and started poking around. "Haze, deary, eat up your plate or no ice cream after dinner."

[/b] I told her and got a tongue in response. I just laughed and looked at Caleb. "You too, Mister."[/b] I told him with a stern look on my face before laughing and then taking a bite.
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Notes[/b] ------------ the feels. omg the feels[/i]
Tagged[/b] ------------ old Jalebbbb~[/i]
Song Credit[/b] ------------ Could You Put Your Light on Please - Harry Chapin[/i][/center]

[caleb andrew winston]

So by the time we had to actually sit to eat, I was pretty restless, as one could imagine. Well, not really restless, but I'd definitely gotten a bit... hyper. No more than I had been when sloshing my kind-of-daughter with paint, but no less either. I was sufficiently jittery, which was okay, right? I mean, it had the term "sufficiently" in it. Sufficient meant enough. I was hyper enough. Even though I was slowly beginning to lose track of where my thoughts were headed, it wasn't that bad. I'd dealt with worse before. Which was really frustrating, but nothing I couldn't deal with.

I found it incredibly convenient that Jason and I finished what we were doing at roughly the same time. We wouldn't be waiting around forever that way, and as he already knew, I was like a child when it came to waiting. I'd never really aged much in that area - I was jumpy, wouldn't sit or stand or whatever still. I was a nightmare. A self proclaimed nightmare. And maybe I said it more proudly than it should have been said, but that hardly mattered at all. I was a nightmare; it was only the honest truth. There were still times that I wondered whether or not I was too much for people to handle. And by people, I meant the two of them. But everything seemed to be okay - I would have been told if it wasn't. I would.

Of course, I probably wouldn't have had any trouble eating anything right now. I was hungry. Chasing a four year old around with a paint-splattered brush in your hand tends to do that to you, even if you do have a lot of energy. I was going to eat whatever I was given, no question. But he'd said something there, something that I couldn't just ignore easily. I wanted to, my head was telling me no, but I just couldn't resist it. Besides, ignoring people is rude, and I'm not always a rude person.

"You're no fuuuuuun," I muttered under my breath, still loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough to be easily missed. It was pretty obvious that I didn't mean it, anyway. There was a huge, stupid grin on my face as I looked at him, my brown eyes just as wide and happy as they usually were. As they always had been. But the thing about this moment that I loved was that it was a genuine kind of happy. It wasn't just a kind of happy that'd been shoved over everything else in an attempt to hide. No, I had no reason to hide anymore. I was happy, they were happy - we were all happy, and that was all I ever wanted.

outfit . soon
tagged . jacey-face and the munchkin
words . enough
notes . might be a bit shitty bc angsty muse i'm sorry ;-;
credit . coding by chloe, lyrics by william beckett

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