Post by greenie on Dec 23, 2009 23:34:15 GMT 10
Title: Overdose
Rating: PG
Prompt: Forgiveness
Summary: He couldn't not forgive her since he brought it on himself.
“Hello there, Middle Goodwin.” Mattes stood back to allow Sabine through the door and then followed her through.
Little giggled. “I’m Little.”
Mattes pretended to stare at her in surprise. “You’ll have to stop growing! I was sure you were your mama, you’re getting so big.”
She giggled again. “I’m still the littlest by a lot though.”
Mattes grinned at her and winked at Sabine. She was watching them with amusement plain on her face. “So, littlest Goodwin, where are Middle and Big Goodwin?”
“Clary and Tomlan are in the kitchen,” called Clary’s voice.
“They’re busy making lots of yummy food,” added Little. Sabine strolled through to the kitchen, Little running to catch up so that she could hold her hand and skip along with her. “See, doesn’t it look yummy? Except I don’t know for sure yet because I’m not allowed to touch it.” She pouted.
“Well, you’re allowed to touch the yummy things that Uncle Mattes and Aunty Sabine brought,” announced Mattes. Sabine was busy greeting the Goodwins and complimenting them on their cooking, so he began piling the contents of the bag he carried all over the bench. Little stood on her tiptoes, watching him intently. Her eyes lit up as soon as he pulled out a cloth packet so full of sweets that it was almost bursting at the seams.
He tossed them up and down lightly in one of his big hands. “Now, what should I do with these?” he asked. “Should I feed them to the goats?” Little was staring at the packet, her eyes wide and worried.
Sabine cuffed Mattes on the back of the head. “Don’t tease her like that,” she scolded, and took the sweets from his hand. She gave them straight to Little. “They’re for you.”
“What do you say?” prompted Clary.
Little beamed. “Thank you very much!” She jumped up and down from excitement.
“And now what would it be polite to do?” Little frowned at her mother, confused, so Clary beckoned her over and whispered in her ear.
“Oh!” said Little. She held the packet out to her mother. “Would you like one?”
“Thank you, but no,” she replied. “And you should offer them to the guests first, starting with Lady Sabine because she’s a noble.”
Sabine opened her mouth to protest, but Little was already in front of her offering her sweets. She smiled and thanked her, but insisted that she’d rather save room for the delicious meal her parents had made. Little didn’t notice her pinch Mattes’s arm when she offered the sweets to him, although she did think it was a bit strange that he didn’t want any sweets. He usually loved them. Finally Little offered them to her da, who also said that he needed to save room for the meal.
Little turned to Clary, exasperated. “That was a sarden waste of time,” she complained.
“Language,” came the reply as the other three chuckled. “And it was polite.”
“And now you’ll have to eat one for each of us,” added Mattes “It’s all the more for you.”
“Make sure you leave enough room for the proper food,” Clary warned.
Little just grinned at her, her mouth already stuffed full of sweets.
…………………………………….
“How about some more cake, Little?”
She nodded her head enthusiastically. “And more apple pasty? That’s Little’s favourite. And some more raspberry twilsey please?”
Mattes chuckled and piled another slice of cake and half an apple pasty onto her plate before refilling her cup.
Clary frowned as Little dug into the extra food. “Don’t you go stuffing yourself too full,” she warned.
“Come on Clary, it’s Midwinter. A few sweet things won’t hurt her.” Mattes stared evenly at her.
Clary rolled her eyes. “She’ll make herself sick if she’s not careful.”
Little shook her head emphatically. “Little’s happy,” she insisted, spraying crumbs everywhere as she spoke around a mouthful.
……………………………..
They moved away from the table to talk after they had all finished eating. Tom set a bowl full of sweets out on the table. “We bought some Midwinter sweets too,” he explained with a grin.
Little bounced up and down from excitement on Clary’s lap, but Clary shook her head. “You’ve had more than enough for one day.”
“No I haven’t!”
“No more,” said Clary firmly.
Little pouted and made her bottom lip tremble. “You’ve ruined my Midwinter,” she announced, and she got off her mother’s lap to climb onto Sabine instead.
“You already had lots of sweets,” Sabine reminded her. “You had them before we all sat down to eat.”
“But these are different ones and I want to try them.”
Mattes slipped a couple to Little and she hurriedly stuffed them in her mouth before anyone could take them away. Sabine and Clary each gave him a thump on the arm from either side of him, and Little giggled.
“Hey, we can still make you spit those out,” teased Sabine as she smoothed Little’s hair down.
Little’s eyes widened but Clary shook her head. “We won’t make you spit them out, so don’t try to eat them faster. You’ll end up choking yourself.”
Little just poked her tongue out, the sweets already gone, and climbed onto Mattes’s knee. “You’re my favourite,” she told him.
“Because I give you sweets?” Little grinned and nodded. “Well then, you’re easy enough to please,” he told her, and popped another one in her mouth. “The whole point of Midwinter is that you spoil the children,” he told Clary as he saw her frown again.
“Play with me!” ordered Little.
Mattes grinned at her and wiggled his fingers. “See these fingers? They’re going to tickle you.” Little squealed and launched herself off his knee. They spent several minutes running around the house while the others watched, laughing. Finally, Mattes managed to corner her and tickled her until she was laughing so hard she couldn’t talk. Then he swung her up onto his shoulders and paraded her around the house and then back to everyone else.
“Look how high up I am!” exclaimed Little. “I’m taller than everyone!” A new thought occurred to her. “Ooh, Uncle Matty, do the upside down one! That one’s really fun!”
Mattes picked her up from his shoulders and deftly flipped her over in his arms, holding her tightly around the knees. “EVERYTHING’S UPSIDE DOWN!” she crowed, and waved her arms down towards the ground.
Mattes’s chuckle was cut off as he felt a sudden warm wetness on his breeches. Little burst into tears, so Sabine took her from Mattes and handed her to Tom, since Clary was laughing so hard that there were tears rolling down her cheeks.
Little clung to Tom, her face buried in his shirt as she sobbed. “Do you feel like you’re going to be sick again?” he asked her.
Little shook her head.
“I’m not surprised,” managed Clary as she wiped at her eyes.. “Look at the amount of it on Mattes, I don’t think she could possibly manage any more.” Little just howled even more loudly.
“It’s alright,” Mattes reassured her. “I forgive you.”
The sobs subsided for a moment. “What does that mean?” asked Little.
“It means that I’m not angry.”
Little thought about this. “That’s good,” she decided, and she promptly fell asleep on her father’s lap.
Rating: PG
Prompt: Forgiveness
Summary: He couldn't not forgive her since he brought it on himself.
“Hello there, Middle Goodwin.” Mattes stood back to allow Sabine through the door and then followed her through.
Little giggled. “I’m Little.”
Mattes pretended to stare at her in surprise. “You’ll have to stop growing! I was sure you were your mama, you’re getting so big.”
She giggled again. “I’m still the littlest by a lot though.”
Mattes grinned at her and winked at Sabine. She was watching them with amusement plain on her face. “So, littlest Goodwin, where are Middle and Big Goodwin?”
“Clary and Tomlan are in the kitchen,” called Clary’s voice.
“They’re busy making lots of yummy food,” added Little. Sabine strolled through to the kitchen, Little running to catch up so that she could hold her hand and skip along with her. “See, doesn’t it look yummy? Except I don’t know for sure yet because I’m not allowed to touch it.” She pouted.
“Well, you’re allowed to touch the yummy things that Uncle Mattes and Aunty Sabine brought,” announced Mattes. Sabine was busy greeting the Goodwins and complimenting them on their cooking, so he began piling the contents of the bag he carried all over the bench. Little stood on her tiptoes, watching him intently. Her eyes lit up as soon as he pulled out a cloth packet so full of sweets that it was almost bursting at the seams.
He tossed them up and down lightly in one of his big hands. “Now, what should I do with these?” he asked. “Should I feed them to the goats?” Little was staring at the packet, her eyes wide and worried.
Sabine cuffed Mattes on the back of the head. “Don’t tease her like that,” she scolded, and took the sweets from his hand. She gave them straight to Little. “They’re for you.”
“What do you say?” prompted Clary.
Little beamed. “Thank you very much!” She jumped up and down from excitement.
“And now what would it be polite to do?” Little frowned at her mother, confused, so Clary beckoned her over and whispered in her ear.
“Oh!” said Little. She held the packet out to her mother. “Would you like one?”
“Thank you, but no,” she replied. “And you should offer them to the guests first, starting with Lady Sabine because she’s a noble.”
Sabine opened her mouth to protest, but Little was already in front of her offering her sweets. She smiled and thanked her, but insisted that she’d rather save room for the delicious meal her parents had made. Little didn’t notice her pinch Mattes’s arm when she offered the sweets to him, although she did think it was a bit strange that he didn’t want any sweets. He usually loved them. Finally Little offered them to her da, who also said that he needed to save room for the meal.
Little turned to Clary, exasperated. “That was a sarden waste of time,” she complained.
“Language,” came the reply as the other three chuckled. “And it was polite.”
“And now you’ll have to eat one for each of us,” added Mattes “It’s all the more for you.”
“Make sure you leave enough room for the proper food,” Clary warned.
Little just grinned at her, her mouth already stuffed full of sweets.
…………………………………….
“How about some more cake, Little?”
She nodded her head enthusiastically. “And more apple pasty? That’s Little’s favourite. And some more raspberry twilsey please?”
Mattes chuckled and piled another slice of cake and half an apple pasty onto her plate before refilling her cup.
Clary frowned as Little dug into the extra food. “Don’t you go stuffing yourself too full,” she warned.
“Come on Clary, it’s Midwinter. A few sweet things won’t hurt her.” Mattes stared evenly at her.
Clary rolled her eyes. “She’ll make herself sick if she’s not careful.”
Little shook her head emphatically. “Little’s happy,” she insisted, spraying crumbs everywhere as she spoke around a mouthful.
……………………………..
They moved away from the table to talk after they had all finished eating. Tom set a bowl full of sweets out on the table. “We bought some Midwinter sweets too,” he explained with a grin.
Little bounced up and down from excitement on Clary’s lap, but Clary shook her head. “You’ve had more than enough for one day.”
“No I haven’t!”
“No more,” said Clary firmly.
Little pouted and made her bottom lip tremble. “You’ve ruined my Midwinter,” she announced, and she got off her mother’s lap to climb onto Sabine instead.
“You already had lots of sweets,” Sabine reminded her. “You had them before we all sat down to eat.”
“But these are different ones and I want to try them.”
Mattes slipped a couple to Little and she hurriedly stuffed them in her mouth before anyone could take them away. Sabine and Clary each gave him a thump on the arm from either side of him, and Little giggled.
“Hey, we can still make you spit those out,” teased Sabine as she smoothed Little’s hair down.
Little’s eyes widened but Clary shook her head. “We won’t make you spit them out, so don’t try to eat them faster. You’ll end up choking yourself.”
Little just poked her tongue out, the sweets already gone, and climbed onto Mattes’s knee. “You’re my favourite,” she told him.
“Because I give you sweets?” Little grinned and nodded. “Well then, you’re easy enough to please,” he told her, and popped another one in her mouth. “The whole point of Midwinter is that you spoil the children,” he told Clary as he saw her frown again.
“Play with me!” ordered Little.
Mattes grinned at her and wiggled his fingers. “See these fingers? They’re going to tickle you.” Little squealed and launched herself off his knee. They spent several minutes running around the house while the others watched, laughing. Finally, Mattes managed to corner her and tickled her until she was laughing so hard she couldn’t talk. Then he swung her up onto his shoulders and paraded her around the house and then back to everyone else.
“Look how high up I am!” exclaimed Little. “I’m taller than everyone!” A new thought occurred to her. “Ooh, Uncle Matty, do the upside down one! That one’s really fun!”
Mattes picked her up from his shoulders and deftly flipped her over in his arms, holding her tightly around the knees. “EVERYTHING’S UPSIDE DOWN!” she crowed, and waved her arms down towards the ground.
Mattes’s chuckle was cut off as he felt a sudden warm wetness on his breeches. Little burst into tears, so Sabine took her from Mattes and handed her to Tom, since Clary was laughing so hard that there were tears rolling down her cheeks.
Little clung to Tom, her face buried in his shirt as she sobbed. “Do you feel like you’re going to be sick again?” he asked her.
Little shook her head.
“I’m not surprised,” managed Clary as she wiped at her eyes.. “Look at the amount of it on Mattes, I don’t think she could possibly manage any more.” Little just howled even more loudly.
“It’s alright,” Mattes reassured her. “I forgive you.”
The sobs subsided for a moment. “What does that mean?” asked Little.
“It means that I’m not angry.”
Little thought about this. “That’s good,” she decided, and she promptly fell asleep on her father’s lap.