wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:

wrapped-in-shadows:

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:

wrapped-in-shadows:

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:

wrapped-in-shadows:

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.

wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:

wrapped-in-shadows:

wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:

“He annoying Dadda!” she screamed from where she was, covering her ears with her tiny hands while Stella tried licking her. “Hate him! Stupid baby!” She wanted to run and throw some tan bark at his face but knew that would result in a severe punishment. He was sucking up her father’s attention.

“Dadda don’t love Gail anymore,” she whimpered, wishing he would hold her as her bottom lip trembled.

It took a little while, but Jack managed to calm the fussy baby (who was mostly just upset by Gail’s shouting). He set Ulric back into the stroller, and looked over at his daughter on the far side of the field.

“Gail?” He spoke gently, and patted his lap. “Would you like to come and sit?”

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?”

wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:

wrapped-in-shadows:

wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:

“No!” she squealed, running off with Stella to avoid having to be taken home. “No go home!” Since he had Ulric she figured he wouldn’t chase her but she was still upset he wouldn’t leave Ulric. “Icky bad baby.” She stuck her tongue out at them.

As if he could understand what his sister was saying, Ulric started to cry. With a groan, Jack sat down on the park bench near the stroller and began cuddling his son, trying to calm him down. “Shhh, l-little guy, it’s o-okay!” Damn, he hated it when he stammered in front of his children. As he tried to comfort the wailing Ulric, he watched Gail and Stella, but made no move to chase them.

“He annoying Dadda!” she screamed from where she was, covering her ears with her tiny hands while Stella tried licking her. “Hate him! Stupid baby!” She wanted to run and throw some tan bark at his face but knew that would result in a severe punishment. He was sucking up her father’s attention.

“Dadda don’t love Gail anymore,” she whimpered, wishing he would hold her as her bottom lip trembled.

It took a little while, but Jack managed to calm the fussy baby (who was mostly just upset by Gail’s shouting). He set Ulric back into the stroller, and looked over at his daughter on the far side of the field.

“Gail?” He spoke gently, and patted his lap. “Would you like to come and sit?”