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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-14 08:41 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-14 08:41 pm
Danny/Maka - Oatmeal and Applesauce
jeez...maka likes me today. she's jumping up and down going write about me! write about me!
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Oatmeal and Applesauce
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
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25_foods Prompt: 001. Oatmeal
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Alex Messer has apparently inherited one of his father's favorite hobbies.
Author's Note: Also used the prompt Danny Messer / Kaile Maka / in the shower. I hadn't written food being thrown yet for this. my mind is at peace.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original cahracters are mine, and should not be used without my permisson.
Splat!
Kaile cringed as she felt the warm, wet, slop drip down, over her face and into her hair. She heared her son’s highly amused giggle, and rolled her eyes. He seemed to have inherited his father’s sense of humor, something she would have to thank Danny for later. Wiping the oatmeal away from her eyes so she could see eighteen month-old Alex’s giant grin, with him just as covered in oatmeal as her, she shook her head.
“Well, aren’t we a mess.”
“Mess-schmessh,” Alex gurgled, smacking the puddles of oatmeal left on his tray, splattering the wet food onto his mother’s clothes.
“Oh, you are definitely your father’s son,” she sighed, starting to undo the high chair so she could get him out and clean him up. She had just pulled him up out of the chair, no longer concerned with the fact that he was getting oatmeal all over their clothes, when she heard the creak of the front door opening.
“Dan? Kaile?” she heard her mother-in-law’s voice echo through the entryway, “Somebody home?”
“Kitchen,” Kaile called back to her and she gave Marie Messer a smile as she walked into the room.
“Well, you two seem to be having fun,” she said when she saw the condition her grandson and daughter-in-law were in, “He’s definitely Danny’s son.”
“That is the truth,” Kaile sighed.
“Grumma!” Alex said, reaching for Marie, and Kaile held him back.
“Not right now, buddy. Gotta get you cleaned up first.”
“I can handle it, sweetheart,” Marie said, gesturing for her to give Alex to her, “I’ll get him cleaned up. You go clean up yourself.”
“You don’t have to, I can—”
“Kaile, it’s going to take you forever and a day to get that oatmeal out of you hair already, and it’s going to harden if you take care of Alex first. Trust me,” Marie replied, taking Alex from his mother, “I think I can handle cleaning up my grandson. You go take a shower.”
“You sure?’
“Kaile—”
“Alright, alright, I’m going,” Kaile sighed before disappearing into her and Danny’s bedroom.
***
Danny walked in about an hour later to find his son reading a book with his mother in the living room, “Daddy!” Alex squealed clapping his hands together, and Danny grinned back at the little boy in his mother’s arms, before moving forward, and scooping him up, tossing him in the air playfully. Once he settled him so that Alex was eye level with him, he turned to his mother.
“Where’s Kaile?”
“Probably still getting the oatmeal out of her hair,” Marie replied, and Danny turned to his son.
“You weren’t throwing food at Mommy again, were you?” Alex started off shaking his head no, and Danny started shaking his head no with him, until the boy switched to the up and down motion of yes, and Danny grinned, “I thought so.”
“She’s lucky it was just oatmeal,” Marie replied as Danny sat down next to her with Alex in his lap, “With you and Louie, applesauce was the weapon of choice.”
He gave his mother a sheepish grin, “Sorry, Ma.” At this point Alex had scrambled out of his father’s lap and back into his grandmother’s, ready to finish their story. Danny got up and walked into the kitchen. A pile of mail in the middle of the counter caught his eye, and he started flipping through the envelopes when he felt Kaile’s arms wrap around him from behind.
“Hey,” he grinned.
“How was work?”
“The usual,” he replied, “I heard that Alex has discovered the wonders of throwing food.”
She groaned, “He is never eating oatmeal again. Not until he’s old enough to learn that you don’t throw food.” Danny turned around and pulled her into him, still smelling fresh and floral from her shower.
“Why do I have a feeling today was more than ‘the usual,’” she asked him, and he didn’t answer, pressing a kiss to the skin of her neck. She pulled back and looked him in the eye, “Danny?”
“I’m just happy to be home,” he replied, and she knew by the look in his eyes that he didn’t want to talk about it. She just pulled him into a quick kiss, and they both looked up as Alex came toddling into the room, a giant smile on his face. He ran over to his father and tugged on his clothes, pointing to the box of oatmeal sitting on the counter.
“You want oatmeal?” Danny asked, and Alex nodded eagerly, and Danny looked at his wife. Kaile shook her head and pulled away from him slightly.
“I’m not gonna feed him.”
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Oatmeal and Applesauce
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
25_foods Prompt: 001. OatmealContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Alex Messer has apparently inherited one of his father's favorite hobbies.
Author's Note: Also used the prompt Danny Messer / Kaile Maka / in the shower. I hadn't written food being thrown yet for this. my mind is at peace.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original cahracters are mine, and should not be used without my permisson.
Splat!
Kaile cringed as she felt the warm, wet, slop drip down, over her face and into her hair. She heared her son’s highly amused giggle, and rolled her eyes. He seemed to have inherited his father’s sense of humor, something she would have to thank Danny for later. Wiping the oatmeal away from her eyes so she could see eighteen month-old Alex’s giant grin, with him just as covered in oatmeal as her, she shook her head.
“Well, aren’t we a mess.”
“Mess-schmessh,” Alex gurgled, smacking the puddles of oatmeal left on his tray, splattering the wet food onto his mother’s clothes.
“Oh, you are definitely your father’s son,” she sighed, starting to undo the high chair so she could get him out and clean him up. She had just pulled him up out of the chair, no longer concerned with the fact that he was getting oatmeal all over their clothes, when she heard the creak of the front door opening.
“Dan? Kaile?” she heard her mother-in-law’s voice echo through the entryway, “Somebody home?”
“Kitchen,” Kaile called back to her and she gave Marie Messer a smile as she walked into the room.
“Well, you two seem to be having fun,” she said when she saw the condition her grandson and daughter-in-law were in, “He’s definitely Danny’s son.”
“That is the truth,” Kaile sighed.
“Grumma!” Alex said, reaching for Marie, and Kaile held him back.
“Not right now, buddy. Gotta get you cleaned up first.”
“I can handle it, sweetheart,” Marie said, gesturing for her to give Alex to her, “I’ll get him cleaned up. You go clean up yourself.”
“You don’t have to, I can—”
“Kaile, it’s going to take you forever and a day to get that oatmeal out of you hair already, and it’s going to harden if you take care of Alex first. Trust me,” Marie replied, taking Alex from his mother, “I think I can handle cleaning up my grandson. You go take a shower.”
“You sure?’
“Kaile—”
“Alright, alright, I’m going,” Kaile sighed before disappearing into her and Danny’s bedroom.
***
Danny walked in about an hour later to find his son reading a book with his mother in the living room, “Daddy!” Alex squealed clapping his hands together, and Danny grinned back at the little boy in his mother’s arms, before moving forward, and scooping him up, tossing him in the air playfully. Once he settled him so that Alex was eye level with him, he turned to his mother.
“Where’s Kaile?”
“Probably still getting the oatmeal out of her hair,” Marie replied, and Danny turned to his son.
“You weren’t throwing food at Mommy again, were you?” Alex started off shaking his head no, and Danny started shaking his head no with him, until the boy switched to the up and down motion of yes, and Danny grinned, “I thought so.”
“She’s lucky it was just oatmeal,” Marie replied as Danny sat down next to her with Alex in his lap, “With you and Louie, applesauce was the weapon of choice.”
He gave his mother a sheepish grin, “Sorry, Ma.” At this point Alex had scrambled out of his father’s lap and back into his grandmother’s, ready to finish their story. Danny got up and walked into the kitchen. A pile of mail in the middle of the counter caught his eye, and he started flipping through the envelopes when he felt Kaile’s arms wrap around him from behind.
“Hey,” he grinned.
“How was work?”
“The usual,” he replied, “I heard that Alex has discovered the wonders of throwing food.”
She groaned, “He is never eating oatmeal again. Not until he’s old enough to learn that you don’t throw food.” Danny turned around and pulled her into him, still smelling fresh and floral from her shower.
“Why do I have a feeling today was more than ‘the usual,’” she asked him, and he didn’t answer, pressing a kiss to the skin of her neck. She pulled back and looked him in the eye, “Danny?”
“I’m just happy to be home,” he replied, and she knew by the look in his eyes that he didn’t want to talk about it. She just pulled him into a quick kiss, and they both looked up as Alex came toddling into the room, a giant smile on his face. He ran over to his father and tugged on his clothes, pointing to the box of oatmeal sitting on the counter.
“You want oatmeal?” Danny asked, and Alex nodded eagerly, and Danny looked at his wife. Kaile shook her head and pulled away from him slightly.
“I’m not gonna feed him.”