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#Druig saying personal space and then going to bed knowing that Gil is still sleeping over basically every night
softquietsteadylove · 11 months
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Hiiii! I really loved your latest request with baby Druig being very protective of Thena!
Would you do another one where he still hasn’t forgiven Gil and would interfere between them and calling out loudly „PERSONAL SPACE!“?
Would be amazing!❤️❤️
"Hey, you're back," Gil smiled as the front door closed gently.
"Hey," Thena smiled as Druig kicked his shoes off and flung them so he could unpack his new toy.
They had decided a day with just her and Druig would be good for him. He was still a little sensitive after the whole 'crying' incident. He had been asked to forgive and forget, but it seemed that he had agreed before his mind could really grasp it completely.
"How is he?" Gil whispered, holding out his hand for Thena to come over to him.
"Better," she whispered back, sighing with relief now that they were no longer in a massive toy store or the mall or wherever else they had gone. She leaned against him, his hand on her back. "Although he's still a little clingy."
Gil just nodded. It made sense for Druig to be subconsciously hovering, even if he wasn't aware of it.
"Personal space!"
Gil sighed. This was exactly what they had been trying to work on. Even since they resolved his latent anxieties, he had still insisted on a certain amount of 'personal space' between his mother and Gil at all times.
But he accepted the boundary, lifting his hand from Thena's back and stepping away from her. "Hey, buddy, how was your day?"
Druig eyed him for just a moment, clinging to his plush toy. "Good."
"Good?" Gil repeated. He knew that Druig's trust wouldn't just get repaired overnight. Even if he wasn't actively thinking it, Druig was now wary of the person who was always by his mother's side. "What have you got there?"
"Darling?" Thena cooed, bending down and letting him run over to her. He rested his hand on her knee for support.
"Issa cheetah," he mumbled, still clinging to the seated plush in his arms.
"A cheetah, eh?" Gil grinned, "like Makkari's favourite animal?"
Druig nodded.
"I'll bet she'd love to see it," Gil suggested gently. "Maybe you can bring it for show and tell."
"Maybe," Druig mumbled.
Thena traded a look with Gil before picking Druig up in her arms. "And how was your day?"
"Pretty normal," he smiled at her. Just looking at her was a relief, really. "Got some grading done, there's chicken in the oven."
Druig kicked his feet a little, "is there one for me?"
"Yes, buddy, there's a plain one just for you," Gil promised. His immediate thought was to ruffle the boy's hair, but he held back. He wasn't sure how receptive to that Druig would be in his current state. "I was about to start the pasta. Would you like to help me?"
"Hm," Druig pursed his lips, making both parents smile at how much he looked like Thena when he did. "Yes."
"Okay, Darling," Thena acquiesced, kneeling again to set him down gently. She ran her hand through his hair, "and what do we have to do when we help in the kitchen?"
Druig glanced down at his cheetah. "Put away our toys."
"Very good," she whispered, accepting the cheetah from him for safe keeping, "and?"
"And wash our hands!" he nearly screamed, already running to the kitchen to do so.
Thena sighed, moving slower to follow him with his cheetah in hand. She looked up at Gil, "quick--while he's not looking?"
Gil grinned, wasting no time in leaning down to kiss his girlfriend. He kissed her fervently, his hand sliding up her back while the other held her hip. She whimpered into it, which he swallowed greedily.
"Mister Dad! I need my stool!!"
They broke apart with equal frustration and fondness. At least he hadn't regressed into calling him 'Mister Gil' again. Thena ran her hand over his arm, "you go. I'm going to get changed."
"Okay," he chuckled, kissing her cheek again before parting ways. He gave her a wink, "until tonight?"
She smiled, smoothing down her hair for the sake of it, "I'll look forward to it."
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