Post by Katty on Nov 4, 2011 17:55:01 GMT 10
Title: Family
Rating: G
Words: 413
Prompt: Behind Closed Doors (#12)
Summary: The Naxen family.
“Please Gilmyn, let mama settle your sister, and then I’ll read you a book,” Cythera pleaded to the two year old standing before her. She picked up baby Zenoby and bounced her up and down, making soft noises in an attempt to calm the infant.
Gilmyn, dismayed with his mother’s attention being elsewhere, scrunched up his chubby face and began to wail at the top of his lungs. Zenoby, who just had started to settle, took that as her cue to begin screaming again.
Cythera winced at the noise, and retreated to an armchair. “Come sit over here, and I’ll tell you a story while Zenoby falls asleep,” she suggested. “It’s okay sweetheart, don’t cry.”
A side door opened, and Gary stuck his head in. “Is everything okay?” he asked. Gilmyn quieted immediately and toddled to the door, raising his arms up to be lifted. Gary obliged the boy, picking him up and striding across the room.
“They are just tired,” Cythera said, sounding exhausted herself.
“Would you like me to call one of the nurses to help?” Gary asked carefully. “Thayet said you could send the children to the Royal nursery while Corinda is away.”
Cythera set her mouth stubbornly. “I can manage my own children, Gary,” she said. “I don’t need an army of nurses - Corinda is only gone for one week.”
“I know,” Gary replied. “But perhaps you could send them for just a day, and take a break.” He kissed his son on the forehead. “They’re little monsters, you know.”
Cythera smiled, rocking Zenoby. “They take after you, then.”
Gary wiped a spot off Gimlyn’s chin, making the boy giggle. “Mother wants to know when we’re having another,” he said, innocently.
“She cannot be serious,” Cythera replied flatly. “Zenoby is not even six months old.”
“Mother said we should, what was the phrase? Strike while the iron was hot?” Gary sounded amused. “She seems to think we’re not keeping up with Jon and Thayet. They’re about to have their fifth, after all.”
“They have a kingdom to secure, it is a different situation.” Cythera replied impatiently. “We have no reason to rush.” She shot Gary a dark look. “I hope you weren’t encouraging her.”
Gary chuckled. “I told her we would have more children when – and if – we wanted to,” he replied. He leaned over and kissed his wife on the forehead. “I am more than happy where we are now.”
Cythera smiled up at him. “I am too.”
Rating: G
Words: 413
Prompt: Behind Closed Doors (#12)
Summary: The Naxen family.
“Please Gilmyn, let mama settle your sister, and then I’ll read you a book,” Cythera pleaded to the two year old standing before her. She picked up baby Zenoby and bounced her up and down, making soft noises in an attempt to calm the infant.
Gilmyn, dismayed with his mother’s attention being elsewhere, scrunched up his chubby face and began to wail at the top of his lungs. Zenoby, who just had started to settle, took that as her cue to begin screaming again.
Cythera winced at the noise, and retreated to an armchair. “Come sit over here, and I’ll tell you a story while Zenoby falls asleep,” she suggested. “It’s okay sweetheart, don’t cry.”
A side door opened, and Gary stuck his head in. “Is everything okay?” he asked. Gilmyn quieted immediately and toddled to the door, raising his arms up to be lifted. Gary obliged the boy, picking him up and striding across the room.
“They are just tired,” Cythera said, sounding exhausted herself.
“Would you like me to call one of the nurses to help?” Gary asked carefully. “Thayet said you could send the children to the Royal nursery while Corinda is away.”
Cythera set her mouth stubbornly. “I can manage my own children, Gary,” she said. “I don’t need an army of nurses - Corinda is only gone for one week.”
“I know,” Gary replied. “But perhaps you could send them for just a day, and take a break.” He kissed his son on the forehead. “They’re little monsters, you know.”
Cythera smiled, rocking Zenoby. “They take after you, then.”
Gary wiped a spot off Gimlyn’s chin, making the boy giggle. “Mother wants to know when we’re having another,” he said, innocently.
“She cannot be serious,” Cythera replied flatly. “Zenoby is not even six months old.”
“Mother said we should, what was the phrase? Strike while the iron was hot?” Gary sounded amused. “She seems to think we’re not keeping up with Jon and Thayet. They’re about to have their fifth, after all.”
“They have a kingdom to secure, it is a different situation.” Cythera replied impatiently. “We have no reason to rush.” She shot Gary a dark look. “I hope you weren’t encouraging her.”
Gary chuckled. “I told her we would have more children when – and if – we wanted to,” he replied. He leaned over and kissed his wife on the forehead. “I am more than happy where we are now.”
Cythera smiled up at him. “I am too.”
Gary is so sweet!
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!