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New Goth: Chapter 4, Part 1

Time to get reacquainted...

In the biggest house in Willow Creek live the next iteration of the Goth family. Alexander and James took in Alexander’s youngest brother Milton after Bella’s disappearance and Mortimer’s death. It was especially hard on Milton who was so young and devoted to his mum. Left with a lingering sense of unease Milton has been sleeping in the same room as Alexander and James. It was the best decision with the nightmares the boy had. While the family still wonder where Bella is Milton is slowly growing and developing his resilience.

The happiest household members are cats Gertrude and her kitten Hamlet who spend their days wandering around the mansion and sporting whatever outfit cat loving James can get them into. James. He loves Alexander. And Alexander loves him. Sure he was first attracted to the older man’s money but he loves him now. So much so that he’s fighting his black widow aspiration and trying to enjoy the time he can have with James.

It may be the middle of autumn but with indoor heating the household remains as toasty in the dining room as they were in their bedroom.

Milton: Yes, leftovers for breakfast

Alexander: I’ll make something proper later. Did you sleep okay

Milton: I guess

James: Any nightmares

Milton: No

Alexander: That’s wonderful news, come here

Milton gets up and Alexander sweeps him in to a hug.

Alexander: I love you little brother

Milton: I love you to

Milton: And I love you Uncle James

(Yes James is technically his brother in law but Milton likes to call him Uncle)

James: *sniffles* I… I have something in my eye

Alexander: You big softie, you’ve always been a terrible liar

James: I think my ex-wife would disagree with you about that

Milton: How long were you married

James: *sighs* Far too long, luckily I ran into your brother

Alexander: Lucky for me

Milton: *pulls face* You’re not going to talk kissy stuff now are you

Alexander: Not at all *winks at James*

Alexander: Milton, James and I have been talking and we’d like to give you more space

Milton: What do you mean

James: You best explain love

Alexander: Well, you are my brother, and you’ll always be my brother, but it’s important for married couples to have their own space

As soon as he's said it Alexander can see Milton has misunderstood as his face falls.

Milton: So… you need me to leave and go back to Dina?

James: Not at all! We love you here don’t we Gertrude

Gertrude: *purrs* more human servants is acceptable

Alexander: We would just like to give you somewhere you can make your own rather than you sleeping on that airbed. You’re staying here so we may as well move you in properly

Alexander: We’re thinking we could move you into the suite of rooms that James and I shared before we got married. What do you think about that

Milton: *hesitantly* I don’t know

Alexander: You can think about a while if you like

Milton: I mean my own rooms would be cool but…

Alexander: I’m listening

Milton: It’s so posh there

Alexander: *laughs* Don’t worry, we can redecorate

Milton: We can?

James: Why have money if you don’t spend it

Alexander: We’ll swing by the shops on the way out and it should be set up when we get back

Milton: Back from where

Alexander: I need to go see Dina. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to

Milton: No! I… It was our house, I don’t want to be afraid of it

Most of Milton's nightmares take place there but he hasn't told Alexander that.

Alexander: If you’re sure

Milton: Are you talking to her about money

Alexander: Not today. I’m hoping she’ll let me collect some of mum’s things

Milton: Mummy… I miss mummy

Alexander: Yeah. I miss her to

It’s cloudy when they arrive at the place they both called home once. The house had been in the Goth family for generations. Now the only Goth blood inside were the toddler twins Dina conceived with Mortimer before his untimely death.

Milton: Do I need to talk to Dina and Nina? Or Mortimer and Eve

Alexander: No I can talk to Dina, Nina will probably be polishing the silver or something. Don’t worry about the toddlers, I imagine they’re swamped with expensive toys

They enter the hallway and Alexander goes to find Dina. Milton decides to check out his nursery. He’s pleased to see it hasn’t been torn to shreds yet, and the toys he called friends are still there, not ruined by his younger siblings. Maybe if Alexander didn’t get Dina too angry he could ask to take them home, they can’t be worth that much to her.

Alexander: Hello Dina

Dina: What are you doing in my house

Alexander: Newsflash, you left the door unlocked. Not a great idea with toddlers around

Dina: *scoffs* don’t pretend that you suddenly care about my children, you’ve been ignoring them

Alexander: Actually Dina I’ve been busy with Milton and-

Dina: I know. Getting married to money and stealing my son away must take up so much daylight

Alexander: Milton is my mother’s son, not yours

Dina: Mortimer wanted me to look after him. The legal papers say so

Alexander: Then Dina, you should have looked after him! Instead you completely missed him running away for hours. What kept you from noticing? Counting the simoleons in the vault or was the latest reality show too captivating to turn off?

Dina: You spiteful- Get the hell out of my house

Alexander: *sighs* I’m sorry, I got carried away

Dina: Entitled orphan brat, you’re no different than me, you went after a wealthy married man

Alexander: I love James

Dina: And I loved your father

Alexander: You knew him for how long? Mum wasn't even gone when you slept with him

Dina: That is not relevant! And for your information your parents had problems before I came along

Alexander: Look Dina, I know that. Believe it or not I didn’t come here just to argue

Dina: Doesn’t look that way to me

Dina: You’re a jealous hypocrite

Alexander: Look, I’m not here for the money

Dina: Good, because it’s not yours anymore

Alexander: I’m here for Milton. He’s been having trouble adjusting to the loss still so I wanted to get mum’s journals

Dina: Her what

Alexander: Her journals. She kept them since she was young. I think it will help him be closer to her to read them

Dina: I haven’t seen them

Alexander: You don't need to. They’re in the bookshelf upstairs. Just give me five minutes to grab them

Dina: Fine. You may as well take his ratty toys while you’re at it

Even though it curls his stomach, Alexander manages a thank you to the blonde before heading to collect the journals. He's doing it for Milton, he's doing it for Milton.

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elisajdb · 9 days

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A Day at the Park

It was the first sunny day in East City in two weeks. The beautiful Spring sun brought out everyone eager to escape cabin fever. For Goku, Chi-Chi, and their three-year-old son, Gohan, it was their third day of vacation where they could truly explore the city.

It was Chi-Chi’s idea for the family to vacation in East City and Goku agreed. As much as he loved Mount Paozu, Goku didn’t mind getting out of the mountains for a few days. They spent the first two rainy days indoors visiting a science museum which bored Goku but fascinated Chi-Chi and Gohan, an aquarium which everyone enjoyed and an indoor play center Goku adored with Gohan while Chi-Chi took pictures of the two she loved most in the world.

After spending the day at a zoo and shrine, Goku, Chi-Chi and Gohan stopped by a park where they participated in a performance theater before playing with Gohan on the swings, tree house playsets, playhouses and slides with Goku gaining popularity with other kids in the park. When Goku pushed Gohan highly on a swing, other children asked to be pushed so they could go as high. When Goku spun Gohan on the Merry-Go-Round, many kids jumped on so they could spin fast, too.

Chi-Chi stayed back loving her husband and son play together, took pictures and chatted with Moms who were enjoying the break and happy to let Goku take on playing with their children.

After a couple of hours of playtime, Chi-Chi thought her husband and son deserved a break. She ventured to the ice cream cart and ordered ice cream for her family.

“Goku! Gohan! Ice cream!” Chi-Chi called out to her husband and son. Goku turned away to catch his wife signaling them. He slowed the Merry-Go-Round so he can Gohan could go. The children whined. They were having so much fun and didn’t want it to stop but Goku promised to be back after ice cream time with his family.

Gohan saw his Mommy by the ice cream cart and took off running. “Ice cream!” Gohan held his hands out to his mother eager for the sweet treats in her hands.

Goku took his time walking to his family. He laughed at his boy. He was a quiet and shy child but bursts of speed broke out of him sometimes. It was proof to Goku that Gohan had power in him.

One day I’ll see it.

Chi-Chi handed Gohan his two-scoop vanilla and chocolate ice cream cone and Goku a three-scoop vanilla ice cream cone. Gohan did a happy wiggle while his tail bounced as the sweet and cool cream touched his tongue.

“Do you like your ice cream, Gohan?”

Gohan answered with a big lick. “It’s good, Mommy. Thank you.”

“Anything for my sweet baby. Gohan, do you wanna pick out a bench so you, me and Daddy can eat ice cream together?”

“Mm-hmm.” The three-year-old looked around and saw a bench not far from them. “That one!” Gohan pointed and proudly led his family to it. It was a good spot, too. It was under a big tree to provide them shade while they looked at the ducks swimming in the pond.

Gohan reached the bench first. Carefully holding his cone, Gohan climbed onto the bench. He resumed licking his ice cream when a shadow appeared over him. Gohan looked up to see a freckled boy of eight staring down at him.

The child looked angry but Gohan wasn’t bothered. He licked his ice cream and sweetly said, “Hi!”

“Hey.” There was no sweetness in his voice. “This is my seat.”

Gohan looked around confused. “But no one was sitting here.” He checked the bench again for a name. He has a cup with his name on it at home. Daddy has one, too. Gohan knew if your name is on something it’s yours but he didn’t see a name on the bench. “Where is your name?”

“Are you getting smart with me?” the child got angrier.

Gohan licked his ice cream again. “My Mommy tells me I’m smart.”

The child glared at Gohan. Who did this toddler think he is getting smart with a grown kid like him? “You sat here before I could but it’s mine. I get my Dad once a week and we always sit here for ice cream.”

“Mommy told me to pick a bench for us to sit on.”

“Oh,” the child understood and had a bit of sympathy for Gohan. “You live with your Mom? Me, too.”

“I live with my Mommy and Daddy.” Gohan licked his ice cream. “We went to the zoo today. Daddy played with me on the swings and slides. We had fun with the other kids, too.”

The boy did see a big man playing with other kids on the Merry-Ro-Round. They were having fun while his Dad only sat with him on the bench for cheap ice cream. He didn’t play with him on the swings and slides like other kids’ Dads. He didn’t play with him like this kid’s Dad. He didn’t live with him and his Mom like this kid’s Dad.

“Ya bragging you got both parents at home!” The child slapped the ice cream out of Gohan’s hands. “Let them buy you another ice cream while I take my bench!”

Shocked, Gohan looked down at his broken ice cream. The two scoops and cone were getting devoured by ants. His lower lip quivered. Mommy got him that ice cream. Why did the child hit him? Why was he mean to him? He was a good boy. Mommy told him so. Gohan looked up at the child with glistening eyes. His sadness made the kid laugh. It was a cruel and mean laugh.

“Hey!” Chi-Chi approached the child. She stood back to watch how this will play out but seeing her baby boy hurt forced Chi-Chi to step in. “That wasn’t nice, little boy. You do not hit children. Apologize to my son.”

“No!” the child stuck his tongue out. “You can’t do anything or my Daddy will beat you up.”

Chi-Chi’s right eyebrow sharply rose. “Beat me up? Your Dad?” She looked around at the men trying to decipher which one of them had a spoiled child. She heard the conversation between Gohan and this child. He comes here for ice cream with his Dad. He was a divorced man. Chi-Chi looked around separating the couples from the single men until she spotted a man approaching with two ice cream bowls. He was tall with a round stomach and thick arms. He looked dirty with his dingy mechanic shirt and oiled-covered cap. “Is that your Daddy?” Chi-Chi went to the approaching man. “Hello.”

“Sorry, Lady,” the man brushed past Chi-Chi to his son. “I have a kid. I ain’t trying to be a father to another.”

Another? As if she would want him. “I’m a married woman and my son has a father. I wanted to talk to you about your son. He knocked the ice cream out of my son’s hands. My son did not deserve that.”

“So what?” the father handed his ice cream to his son. “Your boy shouldn’t be sitting on our bench. This is the bench my son and I sit on when we come here. My son was protecting his territory.”

“Territory?” This isn't your home, jerk! “This is a public park. Everyone is free to sit anywhere they want. This bench was empty and I told my son to pick a spot for him, me and his Daddy.”

The man sat down next to his son. He pushed Gohan with his hip, ushering the little boy to get off. Sniffling, Gohan went to his Daddy who looked on to see his wife handle the situation.

“So, it’s your fault your boy lost his ice cream.”

Chi-Chi clenched her fists upon seeing how this man rudely pushed her son off the bench. The audacity! “No. It’s your fault for raising a spoiled, entitled and rude child. Your son can’t buy my son his ice cream but you can.”

The man laughed. If this woman thought she would get him to reimburse ice cream for her wimpy son…. “And it’s your fault for raising a crybaby. Well….” The man noticed Goku. He sized up Goku’s slim frame and scoffed. He could take him if it came to blows but he knew it wouldn’t. The crybaby’s father was shorter than him. He looked at his arms. They weren’t too small or too big. He could take him. “You and that beanpole husband.”

“My husband is not a beanpole! You will stop insulting my husband and son.”

“‘You will stop insulting my husband and son’,” he mimicked Chi-Chi. She was an annoying one. The man handed his bowl to his son and stood up to Chi-Chi. He looked down at her expecting his extra eight inches in height and wider frame to intimidate the slender woman. “Your son overstepped taking my bench. You can get all Momma Bear on me and try to trigger your wimpy husband to set me straight but let me stop you before your embarrass yourself.”

“Embarrass?”

Ah, so she was slow, too. He had to break it down to her. “I know your type. Loudmouth women who send their husbands to a fight they can’t win because they can’t shut up. If you don’t want me to break your husband in half and embarrass him in front of your crybaby son, I suggest you leave right now.”

A scoff escaped from Chi-Chi’s lips. Now he was insulting her. “I don’t need my husband to step in for me. I can handle you on my own.”

The father laughed loud and boisterous. What did this petite woman think she could do against a guy like him? “What are you gonna do?” He laughed in Chi-Chi’s face. “Bet you never had anyone put you in your place.” He looked at Goku who watched them while finishing his ice cream. Wimpy husband cares more about his ice cream than protecting his woman. “I know he hasn’t. Women like you need a good, hard----” he was startled as Chi-Chi grabbed the collar of his shirt.

“Listen,” he warned Chi-Chi, “I’m not above hitting a woman to put her in her place so you----” he didn’t finish his words for Chi-Chi lifted him off his feet and flung him hard where he soared out of the park like a flying baseball.

He would’ve gone past the park’s parking lot if not for the oak tree catching him.

Onlookers stared in shock while Goku whistled at Chi-Chi’s arm. “Your arm’s gotten better. If it wasn’t for that tree, he would’ve gone for half a mile.”

Chi-Chi dusted her hands proud of her throw. It was good she thought smugly. “There are some benefits to marrying the world’s strongest man.”

“Yup.” Goku would’ve tried to not manhandle the guy if he had to step in but he couldn’t argue against Chi-Chi’s approach. “Guess he won’t be coming back to the park.”

“He shouldn’t return until he and his child learn some manners.”

“Speaking of the kid,” Goku looked at the shaking kid. He had never seen anyone do that to his Dad. His Dad was always the one who put his hands on others and left them crying. To see this small woman do it, frightened him and sent him running.

As the child ran off to his Dad, Goku exhaled, “Guess that takes care of that.”

Goku knelt to his son who still clutched his pants leg sniffling. It was good Mommy took care of the mean Dad but his ice cream was gone. “Gohan,” Goku gently patted Gohan’s head. “Daddy will buy you another ice cream since Mommy kick that guy’s butt.”

“Yay!” Gohan jumped into his Daddy’s arms.

Goku stood with Gohan in his arms and went back to the ice cream cart with Chi-Chi. Everyone in line for ice cream saw what happened and parted like the Red Sea for Goku and Chi-Chi. This quickly brought them to the front of the line to a trembling ice cream man.

“Hi!” Goku grinned. “Can we get three ice cream, Sir? Gohan, what do you want?”

Gohan pointed to a picture of a chocolate and vanilla ice cream cone. “That one.”

“I want three scoops on a cone. I want a white, blue and pink cone. Chi-Chi, what do you want?”

Chi-Chi looked at the pictures on the cart. “I’ll take a single cone of lavender ice cream.”

The ice cream man quickly prepared the ice cream.

“How much?” Goku asked.

The total was seven zeni but he felt if he charged them, he would be tossed out of the park next. “Buddy, you can have these on the house.” When Goku didn’t appear to understand, he elaborated. “It’s free!”

“Free?” Goku thought that was so nice of the man. “Thanks. You’re nice.”

“Here you go,” the ice cream man shakily handed the ice cream to Goku who passed it to Chi-Chi and Gohan.

Chi-Chi licked her ice cream. “What do you say, Gohan?”

Gohan smiled with smeared vanilla and chocolate on his lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“And?” Chi-Chi gently prodded her son.

Gohan bowed at the ice cream man. “Thank you, Mr. Ice Cream Man.”

The people in line parted again to allow the Son Family to walk away and settle on the empty bench. Normalcy resumed as children and parents played around them. A happy father, mother and son sat on the bench, licked ice cream and enjoyed the warm spring day around them.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Gohan added as he forgot to thank his Mommy for handling the bully kid and his Dad.

“You’re welcome.” Chi-Chi licked her ice cream. “See, Gohan. It pays to have martial arts parents. Me and Daddy can fight the bad guys and bullies while you fight with your strong mind.”

“You got that right.” Goku licked his ice cream. “Mommy and Daddy will always protect you, Gohan.”

“That’s right,” Chi-Chi agreed. “We’re gonna protect you because you are meant for great things and it’s not fighting, Gohan. With your mind, you will change the world.”

Gohan nodded and licked his ice cream. His tail and feet wiggled as he thought of his mother’s words. Mommy always told him he is special. She told him he is very smart and always encouraged his learning. It made him happy to think Mommy thought he will change the world.

But how will I do that?

Thirty Years Later

Son Gohan stood on stage nervous. It wasn’t the first time he was on stage to receive an award. He wasn’t a novice to public events or speaking. He was Valedictorian of his graduating high school and college class but today was extremely important. It was so random for that day at the park to come to mind but as Gohan saw his proud Mom, Dad, brother, wife and daughter, and mentor, Piccolo, Gohan realized it wasn’t random for his mother’s words that day put him on the path to this special day.

“…… so today, we honor the youngest to receive this year’s Nobel Prize in Physiology and Medicine. Son Gohan. Please step forward and receive your Nobel Prize from the King.”

#goku #chichi #gochi #dragonball #dragonball z #gohan

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sylkiddsey · 5 months

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Prompt: “Are you hurt? What happened?”

Set in season 12

It’s ridiculous, actually.

It’s ridiculous that the one weekend she takes away from Chicago, work, Matt and even their daughter, she lands herself in a hospital bed.

Last week, she had called Scott and told him she wanted to drive up there, just her, and spend some quality time with Amelia. They’ve always had quite the bond and she knows Julia’s presence in Sylvie’s life has caused jealousy from three-year-old Amelia.

Sylvie understands because Amelia has never grown up with a mom. Scott is a great dad, attentive, loving and kind, but he’s a guy. Even if he pretends to love the girly activities, it’s not the same. That’s partly why she and Amelia have been so close. She’s the big sister and Amelia isn’t used to sharing the love, especially her amazing fiancé’s love.

She didn’t want her sister to feel slighted or overshadowed so she drove to Rockford to spend a girl's weekend with her favorite toddler. Even if Amelia might have preferred Matt coming to see her.

It was supposed to be perfect, and it had been the first day. They got their nails done, which was surprisingly easy considering Amelia is an antsy toddler. Sylvie took her shopping and spoiled her rotten with toys and outfits. They grabbed lunch at a diner and drank enough milkshakes to go into a coma.

The first day was perfect, but of course it wouldn’t last.

The second day, Sylvie decided to take Amelia to the only decent park in Rockford. When she finally got there— after packing a picnic basket full of food and activities—she realized the place wasn’t really that nice. The giant castle shaped play tower was made of rotting and chipping wood. One of the swings had hung limply from where the chain broke. The big green slide had a chunk of missing plastic at the bottom.

It looked rough, but Amelia loved it. She never seemed to care half the equipment was broken. To her, it was paradise.

Sylvie decided to see the beauty in the place too. In hindsight, that is where she went wrong. She should’ve found a different park or gone to one of those indoor trampoline places right off the bat.

She shouldn’t have gotten on the wooden play tower, but Amelia wanted her to. She wanted her big sister to enjoy the fun so, of course she couldn’t say no.

She should’ve said no though. Instead, she hauled herself up the ladder, hissing in pain when a splinter of wood invaded her thumb. When she reached the top, she plucked the splinter out with two fingers and returned her attention on Amelia.

Her little sister apparently loved the tallest part of the tower. She claimed it had the best views and was fit for a princess. At the very end of it was a spiral yellow slide. On one of the walls there was a giant plastic steering wheel that pointed out the directions.

However, there was one more exit aside from the slide. A chipped pale red fire pole. Amelia had wanted to slide down it so she could be a firefighter like Matt.

The sentiment melted Sylvie’s heart, but she said no. Amelia was far too young to hold herself up on the pole. Plus, it was rough and bumpy from too many spray paint coats. She would’ve torn her little hands on it.

Ironically, Sylvie didn’t want Amelia to get hurt on it, but it’s the exact thing that puts Sylvie in some small ER.

She had been leaning against the wooden wall as Amelia sat criss-crossed, playing with two of her favorite toys Sylvie had packed in a backpack. Her little sister had been in the middle of a heated discussion between her plastic pig and cow when Sylvie heard the distinct sound of wood snapping.

Before she could process any of it, everything had gone dark. In the next minute, she was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. When the gray-haired PIC had slammed the back doors shut, she had startled to consciousness. Her first thought had been about what happened to her little sister.

Luckily, Amelia was fine. Apparently, the wooden frame Sylvie was leaning against snapped and she fell backwards, banging her head on that stupid off-brand fire pole. She had hit hard enough to completely lose consciousness long enough for one of the mothers at the park to call 911.

She was humiliated and more concerned about Amelia. She probably traumatized her sister, but the kind PIC had informed her that one of the mother’s had her and apparently called Scott to come meet them there.

Now, she’s in a cramped exam room with a bloody bandage on her temple as she waits for the one working CT scan to have an opening. This ER is nothing like Chicago Med. It’s understaffed and only has two physicians working alongside the sweet nursing staff.

Sylvie knows she’s going to be here forever. Scott had just left with Amelia to grab some candy from the vending machine so she’s alone, listening to her heartbeat from the monitor.

She’s bored and she wishes she had her phone. Unfortunately, it was left behind at the park. During Scott’s panic to get to his child and then to her, he forgot to grab her phone from the nice mom who used it in the first place.

When she had been with the PIC who kinda reminded her of Mouch if she squinted, she had asked how the mom knew to call Scott.

Amelia’s three. She doesn’t know her dad’s number and Scott isn’t even one of her top contacts. How did that woman know who to call?

She had asked George whom she had properly introduced herself to once he pushed pain meds into her IV that question when his younger partner pulled the rig onto the street.

He hadn’t had an answer which looking back, she should’ve known. Then again, she was most likely concussed and dazed.

It wasn’t until Scott waltzed into her private room with a teary-eyed Amelia on his hip that she got her answer.

Apparently, the bystander who called an ambulance found Sylvie’s phone and dialed her emergency contact.

The woman called Matt; her poor fiancé who was hours away in Chicago with their child. When the woman called him, he told her to find Scott’s contact and call.

Sylvie can already imagine how that phone call went. Matt’s a professional. He’s a good person to have in your corner during an emergency but she knows he was probably freaking out when some woman called and told him his fiancé hit her head and wasn’t responsive. She knows that call had to have been torture since he was so far away, but he had enough sense to be efficient with that woman. He knew someone would need to take care of Amelia for her.

She feels terrible that she made him get that call. He’s a few hours away and is powerless to help her. He had to put his faith in the woman on the phone and the paramedics.

Scott had told her that Matt called him soon after the woman did when he was on his way to the ER. During that conversation, Matt had asked for the details Scott didn’t know and said he was already on the road to see her. She should’ve known he’d get in his truck and drive to Rockford to sit with her in some understaffed ER while she waits for a CT she might not even need.

Now, she doesn’t even have her phone to call Matt and tell him she’s fine. She knows he’s worried. She knows he’s probably breaking speed laws on the highway. She imagines if he heard her voice, he’d know she’s fine and not severely injured in another county.

She should’ve asked Scott for his phone before he left. Hopefully he remembered to call or text Matt on his own, so he at least knows she’s awake.

Sandra, the middle-aged admitting nurse with a head of curly red hair walks in. “Sorry, miss Brett. The CT scan will be a little longer.”

Sylvie knows everyone here is doing their best. It’s not the staff’s fault they are underfunded and understaffed. She understands hospital politics better than most after being a paramedic this long. She understands other people take priority over her unnecessary head injury. She’s conscious, alert and only mildly feeling pain in her head. She’s stable so she can’t get pissy that no one has given her the CT yet.

She gets it.

“That’s okay,” Sylvie smiles. She sits up on the gurney and blinks quickly to dissolve the dizziness. She rung her bell pretty good at that stupid park. “Sandra, do you think I can make a call?”

Sandra smiles, folding the clipboard against her chest. “Sure, do you want me to bring you your phone?”

“Oh, no. Um…my phone is still at the park. I was hoping I could borrow yours?”

She raises a red eyebrow. “Yeah, sure.” She reaches into her hot pink scrub pants and pulls out the world’s tiniest flip phone. It’s also bright pink and clearly ten or more years old. “Here, dear.”

Great. This is not exactly what she imagined. She takes the phone and flips it open. She stares at the small numbers and then remembers she doesn’t know Matt’s number off the top of her head.

Damn it!

How can’t she remember his number? She’s so used to his contact programmed in her phone, but still, she should know the man she’s marrying’s number.

“You alright, dear? Are you having memory issues?” Sandra asks.

No. This isn’t an issue relating to her head injury. Her issue is that she’s become too comfortable with easy technology. She should know Matt’s number.

She feels like she could cry.

“I don’t…know his damn number,” she whispers, flipping the phone shut. “I can’t even call my fiancé right now.”

The tears she’s sealed back fall freely down her face. This is all her fault. She ruined the weekend and probably traumatized her little sister for life.

She wants Matt. She needs to hear his voice. Better yet, she needs him here.

Sandra swoops in with a box of tissues and a consoling shoulder squeeze. “Here honey.”

She’s a very good nurse. Sylvie takes one from the box and dabs her eyes. The ring Matt gave her glints against the hospital's fluorescent lights.

“Is your fiancé your emergency contact?” Sandra asks.

Sylvie nods. “Yeah, he’s um…on his way. The woman at the park called him first and I really need to get ahold of him. He’s probably going out of his mind.”

The nurse flashes a small grin. “I can find his number in your emergency contact files for you. Then you are welcome to use my phone.”

“Thank you,” Sylvie whispers.

Sandra returns her attention to the clipboard and starts flipping through pages, using her finger as a guide as she skims through.

Sylvie waits patiently, keeping her hands folded in her lap. She strokes her diamond with the pad of her thumb.

Sandra flips another page just as the door to her room flies open. It’s definitely not the doctor based on Sandra’s startled reaction. She furrows her brow, but then smiles easily.

Sylvie’s view is obstructed by the other women. She leans to the left and Matt’s in the doorway.

She’s so glad he’s here.

Sandra leaves with a quick ‘I’ll give you privacy’ just as he walks in. He looks very disheveled. His t-shirt is smeared with streaks of pale-yellow paint and he’s sweaty.

Right, he was working on the nursery while she was away. He must’ve gotten the call in the middle of it.

“Oh thank god,” he mutters, closing the space between them. His paint covered hands instantly frame her face. “Are you hurt? What happened?”

She chuckles even though the situation isn’t that funny. It’s the fact he somewhat knows the answers to those questions already that has her giggling.

“I’m okay,” she assures, clamping her hands around his wrists. “It’s really not that bad. I’m just waiting for a CT to make sure it isn’t anything more than a concussion. I’m okay.”

He doesn’t look like he believes her. The worry in his eyes doesn’t go away. “You haven’t gotten a CT yet?”

“No. The machine is backed up. This place is small so it might be a while. I’m sure it’s fine. George didn’t see the need to take me to a full-sized hospital.”

“George?”

“Right, sorry,” she chuckles. “That was the PIC. He was a really nice guy.” Her joking around doesn’t seem to calm Matt at all, so she switches gears. She turns her head and presses her lips to his palm. “I’m okay. It’s just a concussion and a few stitches. I’m fine.”

He straightens out and nods. “Okay, you’re fine.” His posture relaxes again, and he takes a seat on her gurney, gripping her hand. “I got here as quick as I could.”

She squeezes his hand. “You really didn’t have to, Matt. This is no big deal.”

He scoffs and brings her fingers to his lips. “Baby, a lady called and told me you were unconscious and bleeding hours away. That’s not exactly a minor thing. I had no idea how badly you were hurt, and it wasn’t like I could just get to you right away. I mean, I was worried.”

She feels so terrible about all of this. She didn’t mean to scare him. “I’m so sorry. I wish she didn’t call you.”

“I don’t. Sylvie, I need to know if you’re hurt, okay? I don’t care how far I am. I need to know.”

She nods. “No, I know that. I was trying to call you when I got here but everything kept going wrong. I just didn’t want to worry you. I knew you’d be freaking out.”

“That’s my job,” he replies as if that’s the simplest statement in the world. “I love you. We’re getting married so I’m sure as hell gonna show up when something happens. I don’t care how far away I am.”

She doesn’t know how she got so lucky with him. “Thank you…for coming.”

He strokes her cheek with his thumb. “Of course, Sylvie.” He does a scan of her body for any other injury. “How did this even happen, honey?”

“Faulty playground equipment and a poorly placed fire pole,” she quips.

Matt gives her an adorably confused look.

“I was leaning against a wooden wall and it broke. I fell backwards and I guess I must have whacked my head on the pole. Next thing I know, I’m in an ambulance. George, the PIC, informed me that someone had already called Scott. Thank you, by the way, for making sure someone called him.”

“Well, I didn’t even really know how to react in the moment,” he admits. “One minute I’m cursing through putting together a crib and the next some frantic lady is calling me. She wasn’t exactly full of information but once I knew what had happened, I knew you’d kill me if I didn’t look out for Amelia too.”

She laughs. She’d never kill him, but he is right. Amelia was her priority from the very beginning.

She loves that girl.

“Wait.” She straightens. “Julia. Who has her? Is she okay?”

He rests his hand on her shoulders to keep her full climbing out the bed. “She’s fine. I dropped her off with Kidd and Severide. She’s okay so you don’t need to worry about her.”

That’s a hard ask. She’s a mom now.

“I’m so sorry I ruined your alone time with her. I know you were looking forward to daddy daughter bonding.”

Matt chuckles. “Sweetie, she’s not even one yet. I think I’ll have plenty of opportunities to bond with her. And unfortunately, she’s probably even happier with Severide right now.”

Sylvie holds her lips together to keep from laughing. Julia does adore her uncle.

“Anyway, as much as I love that girl,” Matt says, bringing his hand to her face. “I love this girl a helluva lot too.”

She blushes. “I love you very much, you know? And truthfully, I’m so glad you’re here right now.”

He kisses her. “I’ll always be here for you.”

She’s more than okay with that.

#brettsey #based on a prompt #prompts #sylkiddsey prompts #Happy New Years everyone!

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thornescratch · 1 year

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Imagine you’re watching your toddler happily ride the indoor kiddie swings when all of a sudden Dylan Strome goes by, trying to keep his legs from dragging on the ground.

#Bruh have you been skipping leg day?#Also this has real 'Chara riding the Rowdy Rooster' vibes to it #Dylan Strome #Weslie Strome #Caps Dads #Caps with kids #Washington Capitals

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illarian-rambling · 2 days

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Crayon: what was your OC like when they were four years old? Were they loud? Shy? Were they the resident "weird kid" or did they get along with others their age?

Fun question, I'll answer for everyone :)

Izjik was a cocky little bastard of a child. She had no sense of an indoor voice and was more than comfortable punching someone right in the nuts if they said something she didn't like. Her one redeeming quality was that she was, and still is, honest to a fault, and would get into fights for honorable reasons as often as selfish ones.

Sepo was a very quiet boy. He didn't hang out with kids his own age too often and was considered off-putting. He definitely took a long time to learn that staring at people is considered impolite. Mostly, he'd sit alone and read. Big indoor kid vibes.

Twenari was much more outgoing at age four than at age twelve. She was constantly asking people questions and running off to look at things. Her magic wasn't as controlled then, so random ice bolts weren't uncommon. She was definitely a mama's girl.

Djek was a pretty needy toddler, constantly hanging off a parent's leg or trying to get their attention. He also had a hell of a lot of energy. Getting him to go to bed was a herculean trial at best. He was the sort of kid who projected an aura of free birth control for any childless people around.

Astra was also a super energetic kid, constantly trying to run off or eat bugs. Her parents definitely needed a child leash for her. Even as a little girl, she loved putting things together and taking them apart. She also had a bit of a sullen streak at times and pouted frequently.

Mashal was the second son of a noble family, so he was given a lot more freedom than his older brother. He liked to run in the woods, swing his wooden sword, and steal sweets. As much trouble as he got up to, it was always outweighed by just how damn cute he was. Even at a young age, he loved helping people, for better or worse.

Ivander’s flamboyance was cranked to 11 as a toddler. He loved bright colors and sparkles, and definitely got in trouble for drawing on the walls more than once. He was a total chatterbox and was committed to telling everybody all about everything.

Elsind was a bit of a shy kid. At four, they didn't have fine enough control over their form to be allowed outside except under the cover of night. Her one friend was her mom. She loved stories and looking at picture books.

Avymere, even at four, was very severe. Their mother was assassinated shortly before, so they already had a keen understanding of death and danger. Because of their anger and prickliness, they didn't make many friends apart from their father, who always treated them with love.

I love thinking about my ocs as kids! Two of my favorite flashbacks are Izjik and Ivander as teens. Thanks for the ask <3

#writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #ask games

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luvsimskaos · 2 months

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On the days Elijah doesn't go school, he's helping his father in the fields and with the fields. It's nice for both being able to spend time together but the work also get done faster.

Then as the work is done Elijah loves to play with his siblings. Elijah tries to be the best big brother he can be, and it seems to work because all of his siblings adore him.

Sable despite the rough labor recovers and is able to take care of Daphne. She's happy for her baby girl, it seems Sable won't be the only girl in the household.

The twins, unlike when Elijah was toddler, prefer to stay inside to play. It might be because their parents prefer to keep them indoor, with Cato's health risks. The twins don't mind, staying inside is fun and big brother Elijah takes them when it's time for outside play.

When the day is close to ending and his younger siblings with his parents, Elijah loves to play on the swing. It's a quiet moment for him, when he's able to get away from the chaos of everything.

#simblr #the sims gameplay #the sims 4 #the waring legacy #the waring legacy 1890 #ts4 decades challenge #black simblr #black simmer #sims 4 #sims 4 decades #simmer #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 historical #sims 4 gameplay #sims gameplay #ts4 story #ts4 simblr #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 6 months

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Me and my sister discussed old daycares we went to together and one of these daycares, we went to up until I was 3 and she was 5 - that's when we moved to another city. Thus, I only have vague memories of this daycare.

The things I remember:

The playroom was large. They had a little slide indoors, which was so fun. My other daycare had a super small playroom in comparison.

I was not allowed to take naps, because apparently I "disrupted the other children", so I had to stay up with a teacher who read stories to me and another kid. He stayed up because he got picked up early by his mom. Funny thing about this, when I got to the new daycare after we moved, I did take naps. Although, at that point I hated naps and could never sleep.

There was a swing that only could spin around. The older kids liked to spin this super much and I, being 3, was terrified because they were spinning so fast.

I ate snow a lot

We had some Lucia performance in a large room with all the kids from the daycare

One time someone came to draw our bodies. I actually have this pictured in my daycare book.

”By drawing the body we practice on the body perception. Here Linda draws Sara. She lies on the floor in the playroom and laughs. This Sara thought was fun. - It tickles, laughs Sara.”

One time we went to the library and I remember feeling isolated because on the way there, I was put in a single stroller. All the other kids sat in twin strollers.

THEY HAD THIS PICTURED TOO

You can see my sadness /j

Already feeling isolation at age 3 help

One of our teachers told us a story about how her sister once got stuck in the toilet and yelled ”don’t flush!”. We thought this story was hilarious (because. Toilets are funny). But then at night I got a nightmare about someone getting flushed down the toilet…

Oh and I swear I have a memory where me and a boy walked around wearing only diapers playing with water in a room. We have this pictured too in my daycare book, but the thing is… this happened when I was 1 years old. So remembering it would have been impossible? I must have somehow thought I remembered it, or maybe there was another thing I did in that room later.

Now it sounds like I actually remember a lot from this place, but tbh all these memories are very vague. It’s just like ”One second of being in this room” types of memories.

Here are some other fun pictures from my daycare book. One is the playroom, with the slide (I’m the one in red)

I really wonder what happened to the girl in white. Barely remember her since we were literal toddlers but it’s interesting to know what happened to all the kids you used to know.

Oh, also: I have always been an artist, ever since I was two

Now, this was sweet and all. But, my sister was 5 so she has more memories of this place than me. And...

Her memories were unhinged.

So, here's what my sister remembered:

Every single kid from her section decided to run out to the fields that was next to the daycare. My sister also ran, but she stopped before the fields began. Then SHE got yelled at for even attempting, but she does not mention any other kid getting yelled at.

A boy got his tounge frozen on a pole, so the teachers had to go pour hot water on it. Then every other kid decided to try it, including my sister. So every single kid was like "now my tounge is stuck!", "now my tounge is stuck!"

Apparently one of my sister's teachers was a grumpy lady who always looked mad, and who forced my sister to poop outside because "we don't go inside during recess" ??????????????? (i have been substituting at daycares. If a kid needs to go, you go in with them and you let them go. what the actual fuck)

Two girls decided to rub their butts together (they were fully clothed). Now, they were like 4-5 so to them this was just having fun, maybe they did a high five and thought it would be funny to try that with their butts. Butts are fun. But a teacher saw them and GATHERED THE ENTIRE GROUP IN A CIRCLE and was like "Did you know what -name- and -name- did? They rubbed their butts together! That is completely unacceptable. I never want to see any of that behavior from any of you."

My sister remembered getting yelled at for simply doing the thing everyone else was doing, but apparently it was wrong when she did it. I can relate to this very much, it happened to me a lot too, although not at this daycare.

Maybe if we had not moved, I might have experienced some more unhinged things at this daycare like my sister, but according to my parents, my sister's group in general was kind of loud and "wild", so it could also be the group itself (similarly to how my elementary school class drove many teachers to nuts, but those teachers seemed to get along with other classes)

Another thing I can mention: I don't remember this at all, but apparently, me and a boy had discovered that if both of us helped to push the front door, we could open it. So, we had escaped out to the parking lot x) I wish I remembered that.

#daycare memories in general are often kind of unhinged

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sim-berry · 7 months

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About Me- Simblr Edition

Thank you @akitasimblr for tagging me! Fun fact: I play so much Sims that I’ve had dreams that I was a sim!😳

Your 3 traits: Hot-Headed, Music Lover, Lazy (for Sims 3: Loner, Hates Outdoors, Virtuoso, Hydrophobic, Nurturing)

Your aspiration: Big Happy Family/Super Parent🤱🏻

In-game World You’d Live In: Willow Creek or Brindleton Bay

Favorite Townie(s): Sergio Romeo (the founding spouse for my iconic legacy challenge that I played years ago), Bella Goth, Penny Pizzazz

Most Used Pack(s): Parenthood, Growing Together, Cool Kitchen Stuff

Favorite decor object (no cc): that fur rug from City Living, any indoor plant, the little pencil holder to place on desks

Something You Want in the Game: more stuff for infants- using those push-walkers, using pacifiers, practicing walking, baby swings, even more quirks etc. Also: children being able to help out with babies and toddlers, more pregnancy interactions, those bouncy kid rides that Sims 3 has. Give me all the family gameplay!

What Color is Your Plumbob Right Now: Green, my needs are good. Current mood is Fine, but about to turn into Asleep (it’s midnight for me right now)!

I’ll tag anyone who reads this and wants to do it! Let’s get to know our fellow simmers💚

#simblr #sims 4 #sims challenge #coco’s stuff

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bubbas-baby-boy · 2 years

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100 AgeRe Questions

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1🐝 What Age(s) Do You Regress To ~ 3-6

2🍯 Do You Pet Regress As Well / What Animal ~ no

3🥮 How Long Have You Been Regressing ~ almost a year

4🐌 Is Your Regression Voluntary, Involuntary, Or A Mixture ~ mixture

5🐻 What's Your Personality Like When Regressed ~ timid, shy, small

6🐴 How Often Do You Regress ~ once a week

7☕ What Helps You Get Into Headspace ~ bottles/pacis/coloring

8📜 Are You A Baby, Toddler, Or Big Kid Regressor ~ baby-toddler

9🦇 Do Your Likes Change When Regressed ~ not really

10⏳ Do You Have A Baby Voice In Headspace ~ yes

11🍪 What Makes You Instantly Small ~ certain words

12🧋Why Do You Regress ~ trauma

13🌙 Pink Or Blue ~ blue

14⭐ Dragons, Unicorns Or Fairies ~dragons

15☁️ Dinos, Princesses, Space Or Safari Theme ~dino’s AND space

16💫 Neon, Pastel, Neutral Or Dark Pallets ~dark

17🐮 Favorite Regression Clothes ~ onesies and thigh highs and overalls

18🌸 Favorite Color ~ sunset

19🐭 Do You Collect Stickers ~ i hve some but not really they don’t feel good to me

20🧁 Coloring Book Or Paint By Numbers ~ paint by numbers

21🍧 Playdoh, Legos Or Slime ~ slime

22🦄 Finger Paint Or Brushes ~ brushes

23🧼 Crayons, Colored Pencils Or Markers ~ colored pencils

24☀️ Do You Have A CG / Name For CG ~ Dada/Bubba/Bubs

25🌻 Do You Have A Baby Sitter ~ kind of, it’s not official

26✨ Do You Have Any Sibbies ~ yes. one

27🧺 Do Your Parents Know About Your Regression ~ no

28🧋 Favorite Nicknames / Pet Names ~ babba, baby boy

29🍕 Ideal Playdate ~ park time at night with stars out

30🐱 Sleep In Crib Or With CG ~ with CG but i’d love to try sleeping in a crib

31🍼 Favorite Snack ~ sweets/candies

32🧸 Favorite Juice ~ apple juice

33🍪 Favorite Icecream Flavor ~ strawberry cheese cake with white choclate chips

34🩹 Favorite Type Of Milk ~ almond milk/angel milk

35🐶 Sweet, Sour, Spicy, Bitter Or Savory ~ sour

36🍰 Favorite Dessert ~ cheesecake

37🍦 Favorite Type Of Chocolate ~ white

38⏳ Mac & Cheese Or Nuggets ~ dino nugs

39🎒 Favorite Movie ~ scooby doo

40🍬 Favorite Cartoon ~ scooby doo

41🚀 Favorite Game ~ hide and seek but only if i’m hiding

42🎀 Favorite Disney Princess ~ merida

43⚾ If You Could Have Any 1 Superpower What Would It Be ~ telepathy

44🍄 Anime Or Cartoons ~ cartoons

45🍓 Favorite Carebear ~ never seen it

46✏️ Shows Or Movies ~ movies

47🐛 Do You Believe In Fairies ~ yes

48🐸 Do You Have A Comfort Character ~ scooby doo, coraline

49🌱 Do You Like Rain At Night ~ yes

50🦕 Are You Easily Scared ~ yes

51🧃 Are You Also A Carer ~ never tried

52🌵 Are You Independent Or Dependent ~ independent

53🍃 What Pulls You Out Of Headspace ~ big talk, having to do “big things” for myself

54🍏 Are You Scared Of Bugs ~ some bugs

55🦝 Favorite Toy Series ~ honey acre farms, monster high

56🚛 Do You Use Pacis ~ yes

57🦴 Do You Use Diaps ~ no

58🦈 Gear Wishlist ~ https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/ROR6VX8NCPJX?ref_=wl_share

59🍵 Favorite Regression Item ~ clothes

60🐾 Sippy Cup Or Bottle ~ bottle

61🦊 Oldest Stuffie ~ pinky pie

62🎃 Do You Sleep With A Stuffie ~ yes

63🔥 How Many Stuffies Do You Have ~ too many to count

64🍂 Newest Favorite Stuffie ~ pickles

65🏵️ Build A Bear, Amusement Park, Or Disney Store ~ build a bear

66🥧 Stuffed Animals Or Dolls ~ stuffies

67👽 Do You Have A Bedtime ~ yes

68🍭 Do You Keep An AgeRe Journal ~ yes

69⚡️ Do You Have Rules ~ yes

70🍥 Blankie Or Paci ~ blankie

71🌈 Night Light Or Glow-In-The-Dark Stars ~ both

72🌿 Bedtime Stories Or Lullabies ~ bedtime stories

73🎩 Favorite Thing To Do Outside While Small ~ swing

74🐵 Favorite Thing To Do Inside While Small ~ watch movies and paint

75🦋 Blanket Fort Or Bouncy House ~ blankie fort

76🐯 Stroller Or Walk ~ stroller

77🔮 Dress Up Or Tea Party ~ tea party

78🦜 Do You Like The Playground ~ yea

79💖 Early Bird Or Night Owl ~ night owl

80📝 Indoors Or Outdoors ~ outdoors even though it kills me

81💕 Warm Or Cold Weather ~ cold

82🦢 Dogs Or Cats ~ both

83☎️ Do You Have Any Pets ~ yes, one dog and two cats

84💌 Favorite Animal ~ wolf

85🍒 Favorite Holiday ~ halloween

86🐇 Favorite Season ~ autumn

87❤️ What’s Your Big Age ~ 18

88🌼 What’s A Nostalgic Place For You ~ summer camp

89🐳 Playdoh, Legos Or Slime ~ slime

90🐙 Do You Collect Anything ~ crystals

91🐠 Bubble Baths Or Bath Toys ~ bubble baths

92🍑 Are Your Agere Interests More Fem Or Masc ~ masc

93☔️ Do You Stim More While Regressed ~ equally as much really

94🎨 Favorite Place To Regress ~ home

95🧵 Favorite Regression Youtuber ~ haven’t found one

96🌈 Favorite Site/App For Regression Community ~ tumblr

97💐 What Do You Wanna Be When You Grow Up ~ a psychiatrist or a journalist

98📒 What’s The Most Nostalgic Electronic For You ~ computer

99📀 A Toy You Always Wanted But Never Got As A Kid ~ i can’t think of one

100🪐 What Is Your Favorite Thing To Learn About In Headspace ~ space and dino’s

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leos-regression-cove · 2 years

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All The Lessons I Never Learned

4. Unknowns

Synopsis: Loki decides to try to bond with his brother and gets a tour of the tot's playroom.

Word count: 2,159

Stand Alone?: Nope!

Warnings: Potty training/diapers

Notes: The Team Thor shorts are so integral to this fic. If you haven't already watched them, oh my gosh please go find them on Youtube

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Loki felt awfully bad for crushing his poor mother’s heart but… he was hardly taking care of himself. What in gods’ names made them think he could take this on?

And then Loki had a second, much scarier thought:

What would happen if he didn’t?

Thor could get sent to a littles home alone.

His mother could get hurt.

She could die.

He could get cut out of the family.

He could get cut off from his family’s money.

He could finally get fired from the company.

And then what would happen? He’d be on an even worse path than he was now.

But… maybe there was something worse on this end. Maybe Thor would be too much. Maybe this would be a fate worse than death.

There was only one way to test that theory.

Loki swallowed his pride, put on a happy face, and trudged back upstairs to Odin’s office.

“Loki!” Thor spit out his pacifier and set down his crayons with a thunk onto the coloring book he was working on to run up and hug his brother. “Loki, um daddy hep colow and on big business call so be real quiet, kay?”

Loki snickered at the loud way Thor spoke despite his words, as Odin shooed them out of the office room and held a finger to his lips.

Once the door was shut, Loki held his brother’s hand. “So do I get a tour of your playroom, now, like you promised?” he asked.

“Uh-huh!”

Thor led him down one of the flights of stairs to a big room that the original designers had probably intended to be either another office, or perhaps a bar.

When Loki had lived there, it had been both.

It was much larger than Odin’s current office, but in those previous years, before internet conferencing had become mainstream, that extra space had been necessary for meetings and nights with close friends when there were three or four kids in the house.

Now, it was unrecognizable to Loki in the most magnificent way.

And the best part was that he could immediately tell almost everything he needed to know about Thor’s headspace from looking at it.

The cabinets which had once lined the south wall, the first thing Thor pointed out, had been entirely ripped out and replaced with a wooden play kitchenette, and plenty of furniture for games of house, as well as a playstand made for Thor’s size. Loki was shocked at the sheer amount of baby-doll furniture Thor kept-- it covered an entire corner of the massive room.

“Dis ‘s Mjollnir. He’s my dolly.” The little took a coiled, 6 foot long, slightly faded, red snake plush out of the white play highchair and showed it to Loki, who recognized it from when he was a child, too. Thor kept it cradled in his arms as if it were a baby as he moved onto the next section of the room.

Loki made a mental note that Thor did, in fact, have a proper doll. A fabric one, custom-made to look like him, too, but he did not seem to care, and preferred using the snake instead.

In many pieces of doll furniture, where a doll’s legs would’ve gone through different holes, like on the highchair and baby carrier, there was a stretchy, mesh pouch so the snake didn’t fall through as replacement.

On the back wall, the one furthest to Loki but adjacent to the pretend-play stuff, there was a good sized indoor play structure for the active little, with a slide, a swing, and plenty of vinyl mats and soft, padded shapes for tumbling.

Thor made sure to demonstrate how impressive it all was for Loki by climbing, sliding, falling, and trying to play hide-and-seek in the structure.

Loki’s eyes scanned over to his left as Thor got up and bounced over there. There was a toy organizer, absolutely filled to the brim with different, toddler and preschool friendly items, and then a lovely train table with a large junction of Thomas-The-Tank-Engine toys.

Loki remembered hearing about when Thor had gotten the impressive table and how excited Odin had been about it. Thor had played with it every time they went to the toy store and begged for it, and then apparently hadn’t touched it since that Christmas morning.

Frigga had laughed and laughed about the whole thing. There were a couple things she spent good money on when it came to Thor: The playground, the things in his bedroom, and the kitchenette, but everything else had been cheap. Money was no object to them, but there were plenty of places in Thor’s toy collection when the cheap had greatly outdone the expensive. Just like in the case of the doll and the train set.

Loki quite liked the next part of the room, not only because it was near the end of his tour, but because it was a massive, cushioned, pile of pillows and blankets in front of a big tv in the hollowed center of a built-in wall bookshelf, filled with movies, games, and more bins of toys like Duplo and wooden building blocks.

“This my timeout spot,” Thor said, a little less enthusiastically, pointing at the final corner of the room. It was also covered with pillows and plush animals and blankets, but surrounded by a large princess canopy that hung from the ceiling and could surround a bed.

“This? Really? This is your timeout spot?” Loki didn’t mean to be rude, but seriously? Make this lovely space a spot for punishment?

Thor nodded.

“Can’t be, this is a lovely reading nook.”

“No id isn’t! Silly bubba!” Thor chuckled.

“Oh, but it is! Isn’t it just the prettiest?” Loki asked, twirling the mosquito netting in his fingers and examining the crown of it before sitting down inside. “Pick out a story and come sit with me, and I’ll read it to you.” Loki patted a spot next to him, but instead, Thor brought him a story and then sat right in his lap. No wonder mother could no longer care for him with her fragile bones, Loki thought as he pretended the weight didn't bother him.

He put an arm around Thor's midsection and held the picture book awkwardly in one outstretched hand, refusing to sit up straighter so he could tuck his head over his brother's shoulder. Instead, he chose to attempt to decipher the words from an almost uncomfortable distance, as Thor had chosen one of those story books that begins as a simple sentence and adds more and more every single page to make one massive tongue twister for the adult reading at the end. It didn't help much that the story was entirely in Norwegian. But what did he expect? It was the language of the country and the language of family.

“Thor, do you speak English?” Loki asked when he had closed the book. He remembered Thor learning it in elementary and middle school, but had he retained it? He’d need it if he was coming home with Loki.

Thor nodded. “Mhm!” To prove himself, he spoke English for the first time that Loki had ever heard (aside from his “hello”s of course), “Teach n’ school! N’ with daddy,” he nodded. His English was about on the same level as his Norwegian: Generally about what you’d expect from a three year old, with mix-matched tenses, off pronunciations, a lisp which seemed to come and go when he spoke too fast, and cadence that sometimes slurred together to make a two-to-three word sentence sound like one big word, and with some missing or misplaced articles.

“That’s very impressive,” Loki replied. “Daddy teaches you?”

“Yeah. I listen. Good listena.”

“You’re a very good listener from what I’ve seen.”

Thor got up after that and walked away to his toys, thinking the conversation over.

“Where are you going?” Loki asked, following him and putting the book away, while he was at it.

“Makin’ lunch,” Thor said, as he opened and shut the wooden doors in his play kitchen, switching back to his native tongue. “Sit!” he commanded Loki.

There was no dining table in Thor’s pretend-play area, so Loki sat on the ground, crisscrossed, while Thor took care of the toy snake and made his brother some lunch out of fake, wooden fruits and vegetables, which Loki graciously accepted and set on the floor at his feet.

“So is ‘house’ your favorite game?” Loki asked as he set the plate aside.

“Yeah cuz’ jus like mumma.”

“I don’t remember mother ever cooking.”

“Jus like a mumma,” Thor corrected himself.

Loki nodded. Thor was imitating the image of mothers he had seen in storybooks and on television. “You don’t want to be like daddy?”

“No. Daddy’s boring.”

“Daddy’s boring? With all his office work?”

“Mhm.”

“You don’t want to be the rich businessman, going to work in an office everyday to provide for the family?” Loki asked in his most rehearsed, slightly mocking tone. Mimicking the things Odin had told him when he had first gotten his job and moved to the states.

Thor caught on and shook his head with a grin.

“Neither do I,” Loki whispered like this was a big secret. Maybe he could get along with this little better than he thought.

Around that time, maybe a few minutes later, as Loki continued to observe his brother’s play and ask plenty of questions, Frigga knocked on the door and poked her head inside.

“Are we ready for naptime?” she asked.

Loki looked at his brother, currently putting Mjolnir the snake down in the doll cradle.

Thor then looked rather sadly at his mother, and shook his head.

“He doesn’t seem all that tired to me,” Loki commented. “Do you think we could let him forgo? Just for today so he can spend some time with his cool big brother who never visits?”

“Yah! Bi’ bubba stay,” Thor agreed.

Frigga gave her sons a severe look, but Loki was too busy being pleased with the reputation he was earning as the admired and cool older brother. “Well, if he misses his nap now, then we’ll need to move bedtime up an hour. How does 6:30 sound?” She asked. “Right after dinner so you can go night-night with a full tummy?”

This tactic was incredibly effective. Thor’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

“Well, it’s that or a nap now, so you choose.”

The option proved too much for the little one, and Thor began to go red and cry.

Loki had not seen his brother have a tantrum in quite a long time, so when the little began to yell and fuss, he couldn’t help but be at least a bit surprised.

Thor threw himself onto the floor and thrashed defensively. The display could’ve been comical if Loki was not stuck in the center of it.

“...Is this common?” he whispered to his mother.

“We’re working on it,” she replied, seemingly unphased.

“Thor,” she spoke in a calm voice, and getting, in Loki’s opinion, dangerously close to the little. “Why are we angry? Or maybe we’re sad? Why do we feel like that?”

Thor spoke in a yell, muddled by snot and tears and heavy, frustrated, and exhausted breaths. “Wanna pway wit’ Loki!” Tears kept coming after that, but he was slightly softer.

Loki couldn’t help but feel a little bit honored and took a second to mull it over before stepping over and crouching down like his mother was. “I’ll be right here to keep playing after your nap, brother,” he said in a similarly calm tone to Frigga. “It’s just like when I stepped away and left you with daddy, right? You can step away and leave me with mother. I know you’ll come back for me.”

Thor nodded and began to still, setting his thumb in his mouth in a desperate attempt to self soothe, which Frigga let him have as Loki helped the both of them up.

“Darling, before we get you all cozy, do you need to use the potty?” she asked.

Thor shook his head.

“Can I check?”

Another shake of the head, a little more anxiously this time.

“I can step out if that makes it more comfortable,” Loki quickly added.

“Actually, can you set out the changing supplies in his room for me when you go? Did Thor show you where they were? Next to the dresser?”

“He did.”

Thor whined, embarrassed by his mother as she wiggled his pants down to check on his pull-up, and at that moment, to spare his brother’s dignity, Loki left to find that bag of changing supplies and laid them out for his mother and Thor, before exiting the room, grabbing one of the thick books out of his own chambers, and finding a cozy spot in one of the many sitting rooms to pass a few chapters by him.

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THE BEST INDOOR PLAY AREAS FOR KIDS IN DUBAI

Indoor playgrounds are great because they offer different activities like climbing structures, slides, swings, etc., which promotes physical development as well as cognitive skills in children. It is an indoor play area that is typically located in a mall or some other public space. The idea of an indoor playground was first introduced by the American architect, Frank Lloyd Wright. He wanted to create a safe environment for children to play in while they were at home. He thought that children should have the freedom to be able to explore and express themselves without having any restrictions imposed on them.

Why do Kids Need an Indoor Play Area?

The benefits of an indoor play area for kids are many. They provide a safe place for kids to play and explore without the worry of getting hurt. Furthermore, it is a great place for children to learn by playing and socializing with other children.

The indoor playground is not only beneficial for the kids but also for their parents, teachers, and caregivers. It helps them out by providing them with a safe place to play so that they can take a break from their busy schedules.

Best Indoor Play Areas in Dubai for Kid's Activities

Here is a list of the best indoor play areas in Dubai for kids.

The list includes some of the most popular and well-known indoor playgrounds in Dubai, including:

The Dubai Mall - Kid's World Children can enjoy a myriad of activities and play games with their friends in the indoor playground. Some of these activities include an inflatable slide, a merry-go-round, a ball pit, and more. Activities in the outdoor playground include an outdoor climbing wall, slides for toddlers and kids, swings for toddlers and kids, and a spinning teacup ride.

The Dubai Fountain - Kids' Kingdom It's where the children can cool off with a splash of water from the giant wading pool or watch their favorite play at the water-play area.

Al's Park - Kid's Adventure Park The park comes with boardwalks, a ropes course, sandboxes, a pirate ship, and more.

The Landmark Mall - Kids' Discovery Zone It has dedicated kids-only play areas and a supervised "safe zone" for younger children.

They come in many different shapes and sizes, from indoor parks with slides, tunnels, and climbing structures to playhouses with themed rooms.

How to Find the Best Indoor Play Area for Your Child with These Tips

It is important to find the best indoor playground for your child. This is because an indoor playground will offer your child a variety of activities and games to enjoy.

The first step in finding the best indoor play area for your child is to ask yourself what kind of activities you want them to experience.

Once you have this in mind, it’s time to look into the different features that each play area has. Some features are more important than others, so it’s up to you which ones you want or need. the most.

Safety Features

One of the most important features to consider when you are shopping for a play area is safe. With that in mind, here are some features to look out for:

• Age range: It’s important to know how old your kids are when they will be using the play area and how they will be using it. Some play areas are designed for very young children, while others are more geared towards older children and adults.

Considerations:

• Is there a fence around the play area? A good fence prevents kids from wandering off into unsafe territory.

• Does the play area have padding to protect against falls? Falls can be especially dangerous for young children.

• Is there a guard rail on the sides of the play area? This prevents kids from falling off the edges and into a wall, which is an even worse fall than a fall into an unsafe spot.

• Is there enough space in the play area that kids?

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