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[lol, Jack doesn’t like it when Steve teases him XD]
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wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:
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wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:
“Dadda mine,” she mumbled against him, grabbing the material of his shirt tightly. “Gail have all da juice. Momma have icky baby.” She was definitely stubborn when she wanted to be.
Jack gave a tired sigh. Clearly, he wasn’t going to get through to her right now. He snuggled his daughter a little longer, and then said, “Mm, I think it really is time to go home now.”
She sniffled against him but didn’t argue, just happy to be in his arms. “Gail love Dadda…” She whispered against him in a strained voice, rubbing her face against his shirt.
He hugged her tightly one last time, and gave her a kiss on her little peach forehead, tickling her a little with his mustache. “Daddy loves Gail too. Never forget that, okay?”
She giggled lightly since it tickled, content to be in his arms instead of seeing Ulric there. “Foreba and eba,” she commented with a content sigh, actually looking forward to going home now. In the safety of their home she knew she could properly play with her father and that was all that mattered to her.
I’m supposed to kiss you twice. [Gives Jack a peck on each cheek] There, not too horrible?
[Freezes like a blue deer in the headlights as he’s suddenly kissed on both cheeks. Once he snaps out of it, he gives a nervous laugh.] N-n-no, I suppose not.
wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:
wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:
“Dadda mine,” she mumbled against him, grabbing the material of his shirt tightly. “Gail have all da juice. Momma have icky baby.” She was definitely stubborn when she wanted to be.
Jack gave a tired sigh. Clearly, he wasn’t going to get through to her right now. He snuggled his daughter a little longer, and then said, “Mm, I think it really is time to go home now.”
She sniffled against him but didn’t argue, just happy to be in his arms. “Gail love Dadda…” She whispered against him in a strained voice, rubbing her face against his shirt.
He hugged her tightly one last time, and gave her a kiss on her little peach forehead, tickling her a little with his mustache. “Daddy loves Gail too. Never forget that, okay?”
wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:
wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:
She shook her head, snuggling into her father and trying to absorb every ounce of affection he was giving. “Dadda…hate icky baby..” she whimpered, only allowing him to see her this way. “Hate sharing..”
He pulled her close against him with a sigh. “I know it’s hard to have to share. But Gail, just because I love Ulric doesn’t mean I love you any less. Love isn’t,” he paused as he tried to think of a metaphor she’d understand, “isn’t like a cup of juice. It never runs out, no matter how much you drink.” He kissed the top of her head.
“Dadda mine,” she mumbled against him, grabbing the material of his shirt tightly. “Gail have all da juice. Momma have icky baby.” She was definitely stubborn when she wanted to be.
Jack gave a tired sigh. Clearly, he wasn’t going to get through to her right now. He snuggled his daughter a little longer, and then said, “Mm, I think it really is time to go home now.”
wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:
wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:
Unable to deny him, Gail made her slow trek over to him until she was standing directly in front of him, head bent forward to avoid his eyes. She sniffled a bit, wishing to appear as pitiful as possible. Raising her arms, she waited for him to pick her up and baby her just like he had done to Ulric.
And, unable to resist, Jack scooped her up and settled her onto his skinny lap. He held her close, letting her tuck her head under his chin protectively. “Are you okay now, sweetie?”
She shook her head, snuggling into her father and trying to absorb every ounce of affection he was giving. “Dadda…hate icky baby..” she whimpered, only allowing him to see her this way. “Hate sharing..”
He pulled her close against him with a sigh. “I know it’s hard to have to share. But Gail, just because I love Ulric doesn’t mean I love you any less. Love isn’t,” he paused as he tried to think of a metaphor she’d understand, “isn’t like a cup of juice. It never runs out, no matter how much you drink.” He kissed the top of her head.
Jack Maple 