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Post by Callie on Jun 20, 2007 21:55:41 GMT -4
Callie was very pleased that her mother had agreed they could go and find daddy and show him her drawing, he'd been very busy lately, even at dinner times, some days.
She was also curious to see where her daddy worked, she didn't get to see it often, was always shooed away quickly. It interested her, lots of shiny things and strange equipment that was absolutely fascinating to a nine year old.
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Post by Emma Frost on Jun 20, 2007 22:02:58 GMT -4
Emma’s heels clicked down the hall as they approached the laboratory door where Henry should have been working, to the best of her knowledge.
“Now, keep quiet, you don’t want to surprise Daddy, alright?”
Surprise was something Callie could master easily, especially with her jumpy adoptive father working behind lab tests. The way that man focused… he used to focus on her like that. Emma’s eyes glazed over momentarily as she ritualistically pressed on the key pad to open the door.
She breathed out the daydream in a sigh.
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Post by Callie on Jun 20, 2007 22:06:39 GMT -4
Callie nodded earnestly. She'd done it once before, been so noisy that her father had snapped out of what he was doing and dropped a test tube.
She definitely did not want to repeat the experience.
This time she'd just follow her mother's lead. And hide behind her if needs be.
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Post by Emma Frost on Jun 20, 2007 22:24:54 GMT -4
Placing a hand behind the child's head, Emma glanced up at the man who would be her husband, if he could only step away from the slab before him long enough to look at her, and shook her head. She worked. Hard.
She wanted to go to sleep. To end the day. But she had family.
Henry seemed oblivious to this fact.
"Hello, Henry."
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Post by Callie on Jun 20, 2007 22:29:46 GMT -4
Callie stood patiently, fiddling awkwardly with the hem of her jumper as she waited for her daddy to finish his Very Important Grown Up work and notice the two of them.
She hoped very much he liked her drawing, and that he wouldn't be mad at them for interrupting. But mummy had said it would be ok to come here and show him, so surely he couldn't get mad, right?
He didn't ever get mad at mummy.
Well, as far as Callie knew.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Jun 20, 2007 23:14:23 GMT -4
Henry McCoy looked up from his computer screen. It took the smallest of intervals for his brain to shift from the speculations and computations going on within his mind to the recognition that he had company.
Following recognition came a smile.
"Wwwell", he said as he rose from his desk with his arms held up in greeting. "What brings the two most beautiful ladies in the kingdom to my door?" There was a slight, almost unconscious glance at the door across the hall behind them. It was quickly forgotten. "Please come in...! C'mere, gorgeous", he said and he bent a little with arms open toward Callie. "I need kisses."
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Post by Emma Frost on Jun 20, 2007 23:21:58 GMT -4
The glance was almost lost on Emma. Almost.
She smiled softly anyway and approached the blue, furry man, nodding to Callie that it was alright to run to her adoptive father. He was all smiles, and surprisingly enough seemed pretty relaxed for his high-tension job. As a result, the muscles in her shoulders relaxed greatly as well.
“For a moment, I thought you were speaking to me.” Her eyebrow arched in an amused fashion as she watched Henry interact with Callie.
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Post by Callie on Jun 20, 2007 23:28:27 GMT -4
Callie's nerves evaporated instantly and she grinned.
There were few things guaranteed to make Callie seem like a normal child, one of them was the controversial Mister Fuzzy, the other was her father in a good mood.
It was too sought-after and too much fun to ruin with anything other than complete enthusiasm.
She ran from her mother, arms open wide to give her father the best hug that a nine year old can manage.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Jun 20, 2007 23:42:29 GMT -4
Henry laughed and lifted Callie effortlessly from the ground.
"As a matter of fact", Henry answered as he crossed to her. He held one arm tightly around Callie and pulled Emma close in the other. "I was."
Henry brought his forehead near hers and paused to look at her for just a moment. His face was serene and serious. Then, the hint of a smile raised a corner of his mouth and he closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss her.
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Post by Emma Frost on Jun 20, 2007 23:59:32 GMT -4
Emma beamed widely for the first time in weeks and pressed her soft forehead to his, feeling the relaxed essence present in his mind flow into her. Leaning in further and placing her hand on top of the blue furry one that was wrapped around her waist, Emma kissed him gently, nuzzling him with her thin (authentic) nose.
“I love you, too, gorgeous.”
A chuckle escaped her lips as she let herself be genuinely happy if only for a moment.
Slowly, she lifted a hand to Callie’s a gripped it in her own.
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Post by Callie on Jun 21, 2007 0:02:26 GMT -4
"Bleh." Callie announced with a grin, looking away from her parents being all soppy and kissy.
When her mother took her hand, Callie looked back, smiling brightly "Can we show daddy the picture I drew now, please?" she asked.
That, after all, was their very important business reason for visiting, and they needed a very important business reason to disturb daddy at work - not that he really seemed to mind, at the moment.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Jun 21, 2007 0:12:27 GMT -4
"And I you", Henry replied to Emma softly. He smiled and turned his attention to Callie at the sound of the anticipated "Bleh."
"Picture?", he repeated. Henry set her gently on the ground and pushed his glasses up from where they had slid toward the end of his nose. Hands on knees he knelt to Callie's eye level. It made him look even more inhuman.
And this was no bad thing.
"What picture?", he asked with exaggerated concern.
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Post by Emma Frost on Jun 21, 2007 0:19:06 GMT -4
Emma laughed sweetly at Callie’s sour face when she and her husband showed affection. Typical child.
The worry in Henry’s voice made Emma snap back to reality. She had to get her mind together, be ready to talk seriously with her husband… not talk adoringly to her Mr. Fuzzy. Oh Lord… she had a Mister Fuzzy.
Emma sucked in a deep breath at her realization. There was a connection there that she hadn’t ever seen. She withdrew the picture from the inside of her jacket and handed it to Henry.
“This picture.”
Still holding her daughter’s hand, Emma shook it a little, “Do you want to tell Daddy about your beautiful piece of work, baby?”
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Post by Callie on Jun 21, 2007 0:23:45 GMT -4
"Do you like it daddy?" Callie grinned hopefully "See, there's you.." she said, letting go of her mother's hand to point at the picture "And there's mummy, and me..."
She paused for a moment, but then decided, well, if mummy didn't mind, surely daddy wouldn't either "And that's Mister Fuzzy." she finished proudly.
She looked up expectantly at her father, eyes wide and waiting for his opinion.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Jun 21, 2007 0:39:40 GMT -4
Henry's eyebrows went up. His expression of concern before was kidding. This time, it was quite a bit more real. His widened eyes met Callie's face-to-face.
"I think it's a wonderful picture", he said in soft, deep tones. He nodded just to make his point.
Seconds later, as he straightened, the startled look he gave his wife said something different.
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