Nathan Corlett | Minister of Temporal Affairs (
temporal_affairs) wrote2013-02-28 06:06 pm
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so very dapper
The Joker is awfully domestic, in his way. He makes pretty clothes. Nathan's perfectly happy to be a clothes horse for his sartorially-inclined mate. Some of the clothes are distinctly feminine, and Nathan does not wear those, although the Joker could probably talk him into a kilt, even if that's not a Manx thing but only their neighbors.
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"That's right, that's baby Kerron," Rosalie says, her attention instantly trained fully on her son as soon as he speaks. "He's a little half-vampire like you! He was born yesterday."
"I was born last month," Henry says, nodding to himself.
"Yes, you were," Rosalie says with immense pride.
"I wanna hold the baby," says Henry.
"You'll have to ask his parents," Roaslie says.
"Can I hold the baby," Henry says to Nathan and the Joker dutifully.
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"So terribly cute," sighs Rosalie.
"Adorable," agrees Alice, and Jasper nods.
"We're cute," Henry tells Kerron, and Kerron laughs again.
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"Wuthta!" cries Kerron helpfully.
Jasper looks speculatively at the baby, and at Henry.
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"I think you'd be wonderful parents," Rosalie says to Alice and Jasper.
"Thanks, Rose," says Alice cheerfully.
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"Maaaaaa," says Kerron.
"I can't tell if he wants you or if he's just making sounds," Nathan says to his mate.
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"I'm going to guess just sounds," says Nathan.
"You can have him anyway, just in case," Alice says, offering Kerron back to the most plausible referent of "ma".
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"Are you just going to keep calling him 'munchkin' until he tells us whether he likes his name or not?" Nathan asks, amused.
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"That's because you are the most precious thing," coos Rosalie, plucking her son from her shoulders to kiss his forehead. "In all the world."
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"Is she still? That's a pity," sighs Rosalie. "It's not as though we'd feel like she loved us any less if we had a baby brother or sister who was naturally hers."
"Try telling her that," says Alice. "But I don't think it's that, I think it's about the one she lost, I think filling the void with us adoptees was one thing and having a new baby would be another."
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"I think - this isn't something I'm seeing, just me knowing Esme - that she'll decide yes," Alice says. "For Carlisle's sake partly, at first, but of course she'll fall in love with it the first time she feels it moving."
"Of course she will," Rosalie says serenely.
"Everybody's reproducing all of a sudden," says Nathan.
"There's finally a way for us to do it," says Rosalie, "of course some of us want to."
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