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emmafan123 · 08-21-2010, 06:29 AM

OOC: I should get off now Deeee Derupersss!

But I'll definitely be on tomorrow!

Ferris was upstairs in the nursery with little Gabe, currently burping the little baby who was about to fall asleep but kept letting out tiny hiccups that made a clear indication that he needed to be burped. Or at least that was how his father interpreted it. It was in the nursery that the young man first heard Vianna's footsteps coming up the stairs, giving a large, amused smile as she called out that she was home and addressing him with the title of 'dear' as though he was a housewife. "In the nursery!" he called back with a soft chuckle. But it was then that he realized he had a baby resting against his bare chest, a towel over his shoulder to catch anything that Gabe might decide to show the world, a clip that helped fasten a onesie in his hair (don't ask), a blanket on his lap, all the while rocking in a rocking chair. Lovely. Before he could change any of his very housewife-y situation, the nursery door was already opening and his face grew serious, brown eyes widening as they set on the girl who he knew must've been completely amused by the sight of him. "Not one word," he said firmly, eyes narrowed as he continued to gently pat Gabe's little back, looking very much like a passive-agressive-housewife-whose-just-had-a-long-day without meaning to.

08-21-2010, 06:29 AM	#1619 (permalink)
emmafan123 Niffler Join Date: Jun 2005 Posts: 20,190	Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor OOC: I should get off now Deeee Derupersss! But I'll definitely be on tomorrow! Ferris was upstairs in the nursery with little Gabe, currently burping the little baby who was about to fall asleep but kept letting out tiny hiccups that made a clear indication that he needed to be burped. Or at least that was how his father interpreted it. It was in the nursery that the young man first heard Vianna's footsteps coming up the stairs, giving a large, amused smile as she called out that she was home and addressing him with the title of 'dear' as though he was a housewife. "In the nursery!" he called back with a soft chuckle. But it was then that he realized he had a baby resting against his bare chest, a towel over his shoulder to catch anything that Gabe might decide to show the world, a clip that helped fasten a onesie in his hair (don't ask), a blanket on his lap, all the while rocking in a rocking chair. Lovely. Before he could change any of his very housewife-y situation, the nursery door was already opening and his face grew serious, brown eyes widening as they set on the girl who he knew must've been completely amused by the sight of him. "Not one word," he said firmly, eyes narrowed as he continued to gently pat Gabe's little back, looking very much like a passive-agressive-housewife-whose-just-had-a-long-day without meaning to. __________________