Harper Brown (harped) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-05-18 12:40:00

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alexandrakis smith, graciela pennifold, harper brown, malcolm brown, mortimer dodderidge, psyke bardera

Homecomming!
Who: The Browns + Smiths + friends!
What: Harper and Lavender come home, time for steaks! Annnnnnnd some other stuff.
Where: Brown's house!
When: Monday afternoon/evening.

Harper loved being home. He loved his wife and especially his daughter. It was kind of sad she slept so much, but Psyke and Harper had hardly set her down since they'd been home. Harper was kind of tired and napping with the baby on his chest when he heard people rustling about and hushed talking. Opening an eye he inspected the people coming in and gave a quirk of a smile as Lavender started squirming a little.

He sat up and held her carefully, getting out of the recliner gingerly. Grinning broadly he passed her over to Malcolm and clapped him on the shoulder with a wink to Psyke. "Fairy godfather, eh? You should change her princess diapers good sir. Wash your hands first and after, Imma go cook me some steak."

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psyked
2009-05-18 10:26 pm UTC (link)

Her lips were pressed into a thin line as she watched Malcolm swoop away with Lavender, announcing to the rest of the guests that the real party had arrived. Psyke felt her arms twitch to reach out and make sure that he was handling her head and neck correctly. Augh, why did they think that having people over was a good idea? AUGH, when was having a party not a good idea? What was happening? Why was she thinking like this?!

She was not ready for all these confusing questions!

Psyke finally let out a breath, only to try and force herself not to grimace at Harper's sudden need for---ugh, steak. She felt her stomach shoot up her throat, and she put her hand to her mouth to keep it down. Augh! She had not known that he would be getting wolfish cravings, and for a vegetarian like herself.

Well.

It was just gross!

But she couldn't say that, because her husband had been attacked by a bloody werewolf and had saved hers and their daughter's lives. She was not allowed to complain about grilling meat in the house.

She would just stay far, far away.

Psyke stood in the frame of the open back door, watching Harper with a poorly hidden look of disgust. Not toward him! No, no she thought the scars were a bit rugged, actually, even if they did remind her of that terrible night. Her upturned nose was toward the damn grill, and she swallowed once again.

"Need any help?" she squeaked.

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harped
2009-05-19 03:58 am UTC (link)

Harper prodded one of the steaks with the thermometer thing, it was reading kind of funnily - it seemed much tastier smelling than the 'not ready yet' that the thermometer was pointing at. It was kind of red still but it smelled delicious - maybe it needed a bite. Harper jumped and spun around to face Psyke, laughing nervously but grinning nonetheless.

"Um, well, you don't like the meat filled things, but I saved a spot over here for your grilled carrots and and squares of texture," Harper said, pointing to the clean spot on the grill with one hand and making squeezy fingers with the other, because tofu was totally fun to squeeze and squish, even if it wasn't totally appropriate. "How's Lavender liking being the center of attention?" Harper asked, peering over Psyke's shoulder before grinning at her. "How are you feeling?"

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psyked
2009-05-19 04:30 am UTC (link)

Psyke smiled weakly and came closer, trying to keep her vision from blurring at the smell and sight of the raw, raw meat. Her husband was nearly drooling over it; this was going to be so bloody hard. But it shouldn't be! For better or for worse, right? This was supposed to be what marriage was about! She was supposed to be okay over things like this, this wasn't even a big deal and here she was ready to throw up!

And not because of the meat!

"I'm just tired, Wendy and I were working on the nursery all weekend," she let out, smiling and lying about the complete reason behind her exhaustion. Psyke leaned into his shoulder, puffing her cheeks up a bit, "I'll let Lavender play host for a bit."

Though she was beginning to get a twitch to go back in there and swoop her away from the crowd. Sigh. Sigh. These maternal instincts weren't proving much fun at all.

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