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tristan || gideon ([info]gideon) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2009-07-03 14:16:00

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Gleny!
Gideon loved his family. He loved having them with him and he loved that they hadn't gone through with the idea of sending them into hiding. Gideon didn't love that Gleny was back in the limelight and more popular than ever. It made him sick to his stomach every day when Gleny said good-bye to work. What if something happened and he wasn't there? What if she died for real this time? What would Gideon do then? Even though it made him sick, it had been her choice and Gideon got to spend a lot of time with his son, who was just nearly ready to walk.

They were in the living room, Tristan was on his back, freshly changed and quietly waking up from his nap. Tristan was trying to focus on his dad, who was lying on his side, dividing his attention between Tristan and the random whatever was on television. When the little boy rolled over and stuck his butt up in the air (or rather, Gideon's nose) Gideon laughed and offered his hand to help Tristan stand up.

"Nah?!" Tristan asked, in a near shriek, tugging on Gideon's shirt to pull himself upright. He was alright standing, so long as he had something to old onto, and Gideon was just the right size on his side for Tristan to side-step along him and still have something to hold onto.

"She's at work," Gideon said, sure he was talking about Gleny. "Do you wanna go see Aunt Molly and cousins today?"

"Nananana." Gideon didn't know how one sound could mean more than one thing, but obviously it did to Tristan. Gideon just patted Tristan's butt and handed him a cracker from the package he'd been eating. Tristan waved it about with a half-toothless grin. "Nah!"

"Mummy's at work, Tristan. Here, let's work on these walking muscles. You have to learn to walk before you can fly, that's the rule. Just don't tell mummy that daddy took you around the yard on his broom last week," Gideon said as he twisted around with Tristan in his arms so he was sitting with his legs stretched out and feet pressed against the couch with Tristan holding onto the couch cushion.

"Come on boy, yes okay eat the cracker first but we wanna show mummy later don't we?" Gideon asked as Tristan took a little bite of the cracker and waved it at him. "You're so close, I'm right here." Tristan said in a soothing tone and holding his hands out for the toddler.

Tristan looked sceptical of Gideon's words (as sceptical as an 11 month old can) but reached out his hands to Gideon's, which were just out of his reach with still holding onto the couch. The door opened as Gley came in and Tristan squealed, "NAH!" and took a couple of steps to Gideon, standing there between Gideon's legs looing between the both of him and just holding onto his cracker as Gideon looked up at Gleny with a grin.


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