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two weeks of chenford 2024 day 10 - april 25th
prompt: rescue
type: one-shot ficlet
(warning: series-accurate depictions of injury to a child.)
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For You, I'd Move Mountains
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“Dad, Dad, watch me! Look, Dad!”
Tim glances up from his book and blinks, squinting into the blinding afternoon sunlight just as the small figure launches herself cannonball-style from the deck straight into the water. After a few seconds, her head resurfaces and she grabs the side of the pool again, grinning up at him with her gap-toothed smile.
He grins back and gives his daughter a proud thumbs-up. “Seeing lots of improvement there, A-team.”
Aster giggles and throws herself backwards, showing off with a reverse somersault followed by her little feet kicking wildly and proudly above the surface.
Tim chuckles and watches to make sure she resurfaces safely before returning to his book.
“Incoming!” shrieks another little voice from the porch doors, and Tim registers a neon-orange-clad, black-haired, child-sized streak barreling toward the pool to join her sister. Briar clasps her hands together and dives headfirst into the water like she’s been doing it all her life.
Which, coincidentally, she has.
On the twins’ first birthday, Lucy had enrolled them in infant swim classes after completing a truly impressive amount of research. He had been skeptical but trusted her judgment, and after only a few months of lessons he was watching his two girls as they were unceremoniously tossed one by one into a pool fully clothed, but quickly flipped themselves onto their backs, stuck their faces out of the water, and breathed normally until the instructor picked them up and handed them to their parents for hugs and praise.
And ever since then, Tim could breathe easier when the girls insisted on playing in the water, even though he never really understood the appeal. Truly, they are their mother’s children.
Speaking of . . .
“Aster!” Lucy calls, stepping out onto the deck. “Do you need to reapply?”
“No, Ma!” comes the answer.
“I got her,” Tim says, motioning to the bottle of sunblock on the table.
Lucy smiles a thanks and takes the seat to his left, kicking her feet up onto a nearby flower pot. She breathes a long sigh and leans her head back against the chair. Tim closes his book, crosses his arms, and takes in the sight of his wife next to him.
She looks stunning, as usual. Her face glows in the late summer sun, her cheeks are flushed from the heat and the bottle of beer she's sipping, and she’s wearing those jean shorts and yellow bikini top that he loves.
“I think I’ll take the girls to the beach tomorrow,” she considers. “Bri’s been begging to go.”
Tim raises his eyebrows. “If you want to swim in a glorified fish sewer tank, that’s your funeral.”
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so apparently I really enjoy writing bradford family whump/angst/hospital scenes. whoops
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two weeks of chenford 2024 day 10 - april 25th
prompt: rescue
type: one-shot ficlet
(warning: series-accurate depictions of injury to a child.)
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For You, I'd Move Mountains
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“Dad, Dad, watch me! Look, Dad!”
Tim glances up from his book and blinks, squinting into the blinding afternoon sunlight just as the small figure launches herself cannonball-style from the deck straight into the water. After a few seconds, her head resurfaces and she grabs the side of the pool again, grinning up at him with her gap-toothed smile.
He grins back and gives his daughter a proud thumbs-up. “Seeing lots of improvement there, A-team.”
Aster giggles and throws herself backwards, showing off with a reverse somersault followed by her little feet kicking wildly and proudly above the surface.
Tim chuckles and watches to make sure she resurfaces safely before returning to his book.
“Incoming!” shrieks another little voice from the porch doors, and Tim registers a neon-orange-clad, black-haired, child-sized streak barreling toward the pool to join her sister. Briar clasps her hands together and dives headfirst into the water like she’s been doing it all her life.
Which, coincidentally, she has.
On the twins’ first birthday, Lucy had enrolled them in infant swim classes after completing a truly impressive amount of research. He had been skeptical but trusted her judgment, and after only a few months of lessons he was watching his two girls as they were unceremoniously tossed one by one into a pool fully clothed, but quickly flipped themselves onto their backs, stuck their faces out of the water, and breathed normally until the instructor picked them up and handed them to their parents for hugs and praise.
And ever since then, Tim could breathe easier when the girls insisted on playing in the water, even though he never really understood the appeal. Truly, they are their mother’s children.
Speaking of . . .
“Aster!” Lucy calls, stepping out onto the deck. “Do you need to reapply?”
“No, Ma!” comes the answer.
“I got her,” Tim says, motioning to the bottle of sunblock on the table.
Lucy smiles a thanks and takes the seat to his left, kicking her feet up onto a nearby flower pot. She breathes a long sigh and leans her head back against the chair. Tim closes his book, crosses his arms, and takes in the sight of his wife next to him.
She looks stunning, as usual. Her face glows in the late summer sun, her cheeks are flushed from the heat and the bottle of beer she's sipping, and she’s wearing those jean shorts and yellow bikini top that he loves.
“I think I’ll take the girls to the beach tomorrow,” she considers. “Bri’s been begging to go.”
Tim raises his eyebrows. “If you want to swim in a glorified fish sewer tank, that’s your funeral.”
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two weeks of chenford 2024 day 10 - april 25th
prompt: rescue
type: one-shot ficlet
(warning: series-accurate depictions of injury to a child.)
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For You, I'd Move Mountains
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“Dad, Dad, watch me! Look, Dad!”
Tim glances up from his book and blinks, squinting into the blinding afternoon sunlight just as the small figure launches herself cannonball-style from the deck straight into the water. After a few seconds, her head resurfaces and she grabs the side of the pool again, grinning up at him with her gap-toothed smile.
He grins back and gives his daughter a proud thumbs-up. “Seeing lots of improvement there, A-team.”
Aster giggles and throws herself backwards, showing off with a reverse somersault followed by her little feet kicking wildly and proudly above the surface.
Tim chuckles and watches to make sure she resurfaces safely before returning to his book.
“Incoming!” shrieks another little voice from the porch doors, and Tim registers a neon-orange-clad, black-haired, child-sized streak barreling toward the pool to join her sister. Briar clasps her hands together and dives headfirst into the water like she’s been doing it all her life.
Which, coincidentally, she has.
On the twins’ first birthday, Lucy had enrolled them in infant swim classes after completing a truly impressive amount of research. He had been skeptical but trusted her judgment, and after only a few months of lessons he was watching his two girls as they were unceremoniously tossed one by one into a pool fully clothed, but quickly flipped themselves onto their backs, stuck their faces out of the water, and breathed normally until the instructor picked them up and handed them to their parents for hugs and praise.
And ever since then, Tim could breathe easier when the girls insisted on playing in the water, even though he never really understood the appeal. Truly, they are their mother’s children.
Speaking of . . .
“Aster!” Lucy calls, stepping out onto the deck. “Do you need to reapply?”
“No, Ma!” comes the answer.
“I got her,” Tim says, motioning to the bottle of sunblock on the table.
Lucy smiles a thanks and takes the seat to his left, kicking her feet up onto a nearby flower pot. She breathes a long sigh and leans her head back against the chair. Tim closes his book, crosses his arms, and takes in the sight of his wife next to him.
She looks stunning, as usual. Her face glows in the late summer sun, her cheeks are flushed from the heat and the bottle of beer she's sipping, and she’s wearing those jean shorts and yellow bikini top that he loves.
“I think I’ll take the girls to the beach tomorrow,” she considers. “Bri’s been begging to go.”
Tim raises his eyebrows. “If you want to swim in a glorified fish sewer tank, that’s your funeral.”
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#two weeks of chenford 2024#chenford#the rookie#tim bradford#lucy chen#parenting#tw drowning#tw injury#angst#hurt/comfort#family feels#angela lopez#is a badass and a bff as usual
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How 2 avoid telling ur kid his dad was a wizard
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you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?
i died on the altar waiting for the proof
you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days.
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taun we, showing kenobi the cloning facility: this is the dee bradley bakery
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....so apparently i've created my own little chenford world, and that's where i'm gonna stay now
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OMG I just had the BEST idea for tomorrow's 2 weeks of chenford prompt 👀👀 let's see if I can pull it off in 24 hours
#i started off so strong with this event and then family and traveling stuff happened and i just#I haven't had the time :((((#i feel so bad#but i will definitely have one for tomorrow!!#katie’s sleep deprived ramblings#chenford#two weeks of chenford 2024
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And I want to tell you everything
The words I never got to say the first time around
@chenford-prompts Two weeks of Chenford, day #8: Time
#STOPPPP THIS IS SO CUTE#:''''')#crying#EVERYTHING COMES BACK TO YOU. that is SO them. i cannot#i am deceased
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@3friesshortofahappymeal
paws. touching paws. reaching out. booping me. booping you
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pros of having a brother in the trades: will literally offer to build you a house because it's "fun" and will teach you every single step so you can make repairs and do it yourself in the future
cons: 47 minute monologue on pocket doors and wood paneling and types of insulation
#by 'house' i mean tiny house#my brother is the best#but like me he has the tendency to ramble :)#i think it's endearing
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