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Post by hblood on Nov 1, 2011 15:21:13 GMT -5
ALODIE
[/font] Her alarm clock came in the form of a two year-old jumping on her bed at 8 am in the morning. Today Alodie was lucky because normally her daughter would be jumping on the bed for cereal at 7 am and sometimes even 6 am. It was always more awkward and a bit difficult if Mark was in the bed with her, but Chloe was like her father when it came to wanting attention. The spotlight was hers when she was awake and was only shared during naps, meals, and sleeping. However, Mark was always fine with sharing Alodie with her daughter. They had met during the end or her pregnancy, by chance, in a taxi cab in San Francisco while Alodie was on a business trip – both flagged down the same taxi. He was rightfully there first, but decided to treat her to the ride. At first, she wasn’t alright with the gesture, but with traffic making their ride long, she found herself telling him to find her on facebook. She didn’t think he would, but he did – now they’ve been dating for a year and she was beginning to think he might have been the one for her. “Mama I wan luhkee charms for breakfus. Can we have luhkee charms pwease?” Chloe sat next to Alodie in her Rapunzel from Tangled footed pajamas. Her blond hair was snarled in places as she wasn’t the kind of little girl who slept in one position, she would toss and turn the entire night whether in her own bed or her Mom’s. Alodie was a solid sleeper, who slept in one spot the entire night so she would have to blame Thatcher for her daughter’s fidgety sleeping patterns. She had a few boogers dripping from her nose, but to Alodie, Chloe was the most beautiful and perfect baby there was in the entire world. As she would think, this was her only child that she never knew she wanted until she discovered her pregnancy. Because of Chloe, Alodie became reformed: no more hooking up, flashy and slutty clothes, partying, or anything that wouldn’t set a good example. Alodie gathered all the energy she had to sit up and look at her daughter. “Lucky charms it is then, honey.” Standing to her full height, Alodie offered her arms to carry Chloe out into the kitchen. Today was Friday and Alodie wasn’t sure if she was ready to pass her baby off for the weekend. Thatcher would be her within two hours, maybe even sooner. Pouring their cereal and then milk Alodie sat down at the kitchen table. “Mama, are you gonna spend yohur weekend with Mark?” Chloe asked before scooping a slightly large spoonful of cereal into her mouth. Alodie nodded while chewing her own spoonful of cereal. “ Whatcha guys gonna do?”“We’re going down to fly down to LA for the weekend. Do some shopping and stuff.” Alodie replied and she watched her daughter nearly choke on food with excitement. She knew what her daughter was thinking, Christmas would be here soon and she wanted to get a start on her Christmas list. “I need to make my Chrusmas list for Santa, Daddy, and Mommy!” Her little body bounced in excitement. She snuffed back some boogers, but Alodie didn’t have a tissue handy to enforce blowing her nose. “You can do that when you come back from Daddy’s house. Finish your cereal so you can take your bath.” Her daughter nodded and went back to shoveling in her food albeit a little too fast for Alodie’s liking. After putting their bowls in the sink, Alodie followed her now naked daughter into the bathroom and gave her a bath. While Alodie quickly showered she listened to Chloe play with her bath-time toys on the rug of the bathroom. As they were heading to Alodie’s room so Alodie could put on speedy outfit there was a knock at the door and Chloe sped off, dropping her towel in the process to answer it. "I'll get it! I got it! Hi Daddy!" Damn the eagerness of her child to see her father – a towel was not what she wanted to be dressed in when he arrived. NOTES!
xxx. WORD COUNT: 700
xxx. FOR: Thatcher Lamont!
xx. NOTES: I'm so rusty! & yes I totally stole this box
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Post by thatcher on Nov 1, 2011 19:17:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 772 ( TAGGED ) ALODIE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE by now it would seem thatcher had learned his lesson about getting hungover. that was the reason chloe had been conceived in the first place - his own damn inability to control himself. at that time, he never would have imagined he would fall desperately in love with the little girl the moment he'd seen her, and he hadn't cared what kind of monster he was. and a monster he had been. he'd been forced into an engagement with one of the new york socialites at the time - the whole reason he'd gotten bombed in the first place - and he'd been a complete and total douchebag. he could still be a douche from time to time, but nothing like he'd been before chloe was born. that night had been the lowest of the low for him, and although he knew he could never forget the horrors he'd committed, namely to chloe's mother alodie, he still tried to forget... everyday. following the 'incident', he'd been thrown into the press spotlight thanks to his father's position in society, and his life had become a whirlwind. his engagement had been stepped up to red level urgency, he'd continued to sleep around, and when his father had finally realized the forced marriage may not be the best way to bring his son under his thumb, he'd cancelled the whole deal. thatcher couldn't have been more relieved. however, he hadn't gotten a rest with the end of that charade.
instead, his father had decided he should atone for his mistakes, and he'd forced him into another uncomfortable situation. at least this one didn't involve marriage. instead, he'd been forced to care for the woman and child he'd brought into this world. the press was fed stories of how he'd grown, and he was even named vice president of his father's company. the fine print no one knew was that if he ever did anything to hurt the hotel heiress or their daughter, he was out for good. now, he had reporters chasing him down the streets begging for an update on his romantic life. was alodie his fiancee? how was chloe dealing with the separation of her parents? did he love alodie and chloe? or just the girl? it all gave him a headache, hangover or no.
this particular hangover, although definitely not ranking in the 'worst' column on his list, was due to multiple encounters with the press over the past week. he'd done well, lasting until the weekend to get trashed, but now that he had a daughter he constantly was reminded that he couldn't go out and party all weekend long. he had chloe on the weekends, and he tried his best to be a good example, which was saying a lot for the former party boy. this particular weekend he had a relaxing weekend of football planned. boring compared to his previous existence, but it suited his new lifestyle. he still enjoyed a good dirty joke or a good drink - as evidenced by his aching head - but now he found himself thinking if he'd find it funny if chloe was in the room. the little girl had turned him into a big softy.
knocking on the door to alodie's apartment, he didn't bother removing his sunglasses. the light hurt his head, and the advil he'd taken in the car wasn't helping much. suddenly, the door swung open and chloe's shrill voice cried out, "DADDY!" his heart melted just as his head felt as if it would split open. bending down with a big grin, thatcher gathered the naked little toddler in his arms, laughing as her wet hair stuck to the side of his face as she hugged him. "why are you in the nude, girly?" he asked her, laughing as she giggled with happiness at seeing him. removing his leather jacket, he wrapped it around her but she promptly discarded it and began running in circles in the floor.
raising his eyes curiosly as to where alodie was, he was met with the sight of her tanned skin and black hair clinging damply to her shoulders. her bare shoulders. he forced himself to swallow and a look of irritation swept over his face. sure, she had the perfect body, but he wouldn't think of her romantically or even sexually. it sickened him; at least that's what he was convincing himself. "even in california a kid could catch a cold, you know," he snapped, flicking his eyes toward chloe and his discarded leather jacket, now wet through in several places. "and to think they call me the irresponsible parent." sorry it took so long! and it sucks on top of that lmao |
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Post by hblood on Nov 8, 2011 14:49:51 GMT -5
ALODIE
[/font] The nerve of this man to insult her! This was her home, albeit a very small and crammed space for two ladies – how dare he judge her parenting when if he didn’t have to be involved he wouldn’t be. At least, that’s how Alodie felt about the situation. A man should be like the alpha male wolf; no claim to the offspring after he got what he wanted. He was only here every weekend because of his father’s deal with him and whether he loved her daughter or not, she was skeptical – a natural reaction to a man who would not take no for answer. Alodie would be perfectly happy if she never saw him again, she believed, because she had Mark and she had her beloved little girl. There was no need for this bastard in the picture. “You are and will always be the irresponsible parent, Thatcher. Chloe, honey, c’mon let’s get some clothes on you.” Alodie would march around in a towel if she so damn pleased, he had no reason to look and she wanted him out of here as soon as possible. Not because she wanted a weekend to herself. Alodie was restless when Chloe was away from her. She wasn’t easy to sleep with. Mark could tell many stories of getting hit, a knee jammed up his back, in a headlock – she was a violent sleeper it seemed. Yet, Mark endured it. She was lucky for that. Ushering Chloe off, Alodie shut the door behind her. She sighed loudly, but Chloe was humming a song and going to her dresser. “So excited for my weekend wif Daddy, Mom. I wonder what we’re gunna do.” She pulled out one of her beloved tutus and Alodie made no attempt to stop her. Thatcher and Alodie had a child that was the best blend of them, creative and intelligent. Hopefully, she would be responsible like Alodie and not like her father. Chloe chose her purple tutu and her purple Dora the explorer and despite that it was once part of a Halloween costume, her orange and purple witch tights. Brushing her hair and braiding it into a single braid. Chloe led the way back out to Thatcher, tackling his legs. To Alodie’s surprise, Mark slipped in behind Thatcher. Mark wasn’t as tall or big or built as Thatcher, sometimes to Alodie’s disappointment, but he was a sweetheart and he cared for her. The widening of his eyes made her realize she need to tighten her towel, too much cleavage was exposed and that bothered him, with Thatcher in the room. “Hi guys. Uh, Alodie, could you take a moment to get dressed please?” He put his hands by his hips, tapped the heel of his boot against the other boot and Alodie knew what it meant, but she ignored him. “Thatcher, could you help Chloe pack her bag? Or Mark, you could help her. I’ll be back.” Alodie marched off, making sure to swing her hips for Mark’s enjoyment and she glanced over her shoulder at him and maybe, she glanced also at Thatcher – but she wouldn’t admit to it. She shut her door behind her and let her towel fall. She chose to dress up for Mark, he deserved it after PMS hell week and he’ll need the sex appeal to get through the weekend of sleeping hell. She chose a dress that clung to her curves and made her look like the business woman she was with heels that reminded men that all of her was appealing, not just certain parts. Despite knowing they would be going away right after her brief time at work, Thatcher didn’t know they were heading out for the weekend. Walking over to Chloe’s room she looked to see clothes strewn everywhere and Chloe sitting on a suitcase and trying to fit all of the clothes into it. Glancing at Thatcher she gave him the look. “Trying to steal my baby for longer than Sunday, are you?” NOTES!
xxx. WORD COUNT: 667
xxx. FOR: Thatcher Lamont!
xx. NOTES: I fail, I'm sorry, my love
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Post by thatcher on Nov 10, 2011 17:38:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 740 ( TAGGED ) ALODIE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE thatcher glared at her as alodie reminded him that he would always be the lesser of the two of them. sure, the whole reason he'd taken responsibility for chloe, and alodie by proximity, was because his father had threatened him into it, but he sincerely adored the little girl. alodie, on the other hand, he had some issues with, but he kept that to himself unlike the old days. there was a time when he would have told her to kiss his ass, but now he had to be nice to her or she could keep his daughter away from him, and that would not only upset him because he'd be without chloe's companionship; it would get him into serious trouble with the man who paid his bills.
alodie ushered their daughter away, and thatcher breathed a momentary sigh of relief. despite her grating personality, alodie was a very attractive woman, and seeing her wrapped in nothing but a towel sparked his male instincts. he ground his teeth together and heard chloe's childish voice lofting out of the rooms, but he couldn't understand what she was saying. when they reemerged, chloe ran over to him, tackling him and making him laugh out loud at her enthusiasm. to his chagrin, there was alodie still partially covered in her towel. damn her. and to top it all off, the door opened behind him and he turned to see mark, alodie's longterm boyfriend, come through the door. the man was smaller and shorter than him, and thatcher could easily take him - he looked like a sissy in thatcher's opinion - if he had to explain how very innocent the whole scene was. but as he saw mark's face, he knew he had no explaining to do. the man chided his girlfriend and suggested she go get dressed, much to thatcher's relief. also to his relief, he wasn't stuck in the living room chatting up his daughter's potential stepfather. he hurried after chloe into her bedroom as if he had no choice, offering mark an apologetic smile despite his urgency to get away from the prig, and he entered to see clothing and toys strewn everywhere. shaking his head and chuckling to himself, he helped chloe push the top down on her suitcase, managing to get it locked although scraps of fabric draped out at odd angles and the thing looked like it may explode at any moment. hoisting the girl from her feet, he swung her around in a circle and kissed her quickly three times on her right cheek: it was their tradition. finally, he lowered her down to the bed, setting her on top of the bulging suitcase just in time for alodie to appear fully clothed.
"trying to steal my baby for longer than sunday, are you?" alodie asked, and he wasn't entirely sure there had been a hint of humor there. perhaps she was serious. fixing his eyes on her, glaring, he offered her a cold, emotionless smile. "she'll be back by the time school starts on monday, like always," he snapped, looking at chloe and his heart melting at her adorable face. he couldn't be mad, even at alodie, around her. "i won't kidnap her, don't worry," he joked, tussling chloe's hair and shooting alodie a dirty look. she knew he had to follow the rules. he could get in a lot of trouble with many people if anything happened during his time with the girl. he'd done a good job of fucking up the road leading up to the point where even his own father didn't trust him with his granddaughter.
grabbing up chloe's bag, he led the way into the living room and back to where mark waited for the group. nodding curtly at the man, not bothering to smile, he pretended his hands were full with managing the suitcase so he couldn't shake mark's hand. he felt no need to me nice to him; they weren't friends and never would be. opening the door, he revealed jeeves, his loyal butler and the man who'd really been there for him for most of his life when his father never was. he handed the man the bag and then turned as chloe offered her mother and mother's live-in boyfriend her goodbyes. "see you monday," and with that, he turned his back on alodie's apartment and followed jeeves out to the waiting car with chloe in tow. your post was great! hope mine's alright. now on to the good part... muwhaha |
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