Post by wordy on Jan 7, 2010 11:05:14 GMT 10
Title: No More
Rating: G
Prompt: #19 Beginning
Summary: Gary is a bit deluded as to who makes the decisions in the Naxen household.
Gary looked out the window, taking in the pleasant summer day that was displayed beyond it and wishing he was part of it. He turned back to examine the small, pudgy boy who sat on the rug by his feet: a line of dribble shone on his chin, his tiny fists clenched tightly in concentration as he looked at the scattered toys that surrounded him. Turning his little head, which was covered in tufts of hair the same shade as his mother's, Gilmyn looked up at his father with a soft "guh".
Smiling fondly at the little fellow, Gary leaned down to tickle his son on his fat little belly, only to rise hurriedly as a strong, peculiar odour met his nose. Gilmyn continued to look at his father, mouth open in a toothless grin.
As Gary rushed from the room and down the corridor, baby Gilmyn held carefully at arm's length, he cursed babies and women who wanted them. There will be no more babies in this household, he vowed silently, before rushing onward, in search of a maid, a servant, anyone.
Rating: G
Prompt: #19 Beginning
Summary: Gary is a bit deluded as to who makes the decisions in the Naxen household.
Gary looked out the window, taking in the pleasant summer day that was displayed beyond it and wishing he was part of it. He turned back to examine the small, pudgy boy who sat on the rug by his feet: a line of dribble shone on his chin, his tiny fists clenched tightly in concentration as he looked at the scattered toys that surrounded him. Turning his little head, which was covered in tufts of hair the same shade as his mother's, Gilmyn looked up at his father with a soft "guh".
Smiling fondly at the little fellow, Gary leaned down to tickle his son on his fat little belly, only to rise hurriedly as a strong, peculiar odour met his nose. Gilmyn continued to look at his father, mouth open in a toothless grin.
As Gary rushed from the room and down the corridor, baby Gilmyn held carefully at arm's length, he cursed babies and women who wanted them. There will be no more babies in this household, he vowed silently, before rushing onward, in search of a maid, a servant, anyone.
Poor Gary is totally whipped.