Post by Kit Darling. on Apr 28, 2022 21:04:29 GMT -5
I don't want it
And I don't want to want you
But in my dreams I seem to be more honest
And I must admit, you've been in quite a few
Halley's Comet
Comes around more than I do
But you're all it takes for me to break a promise
Silly me to fall in love with you
It's been a long week, with Anastasia being far grumpier than usual, that meant less sleep for Kit and Nathan both. Yet, Kit still kept her spirits high and kept her head on straight. She's sprawled out in the middle of the ring, covered in sweat as she scrubs her hands across her face. Training with Michael Bishop was a hard fought task, but she always seemed to manage to make it work. Though, it's evident that Kit is exhausted from the heavy bags beneath the eighteen year old's eyes. She's almost positive Mike has noticed as well.
Sitting up against the turnbuckle behind her, she takes a long sip from her water bottle, sighing softly as her head hangs low after a moment. Was it such a bad decision to have started her family too soon? It didn't feel like it, though some may have begged to differ. Perhaps she should have been spending the rest of her youth enjoying the little things. But, she loved her daughter, and Nathan, both. Her own family made from stardust it felt like. The best parts of her equal in both Anastasia and Nathan. There's something to be said about true happiness.
She's snapped out of her own little daze when Michael Bishop's booming voice breaks through her concentration. "Hey, kid. You doin' alright?" One of his large hands comes to rest against one of her shoulders, though she puts on a slightly shaky grin. "Never been better." There's a beat, before Mike sighs softly. He pinches the bridge of his nose, perhaps out of frustration, before he holds a hand out towards the young woman. "Come on, you need to rest. I'll take over baby duty and you're taking a nap." Before she even has the chance to argue, he points a finger in her direction.
"Not ifs, ands, or buts about it. Chop, chop. Before I change my mind." Kit grimaces momentarily, but it's brief, as she swiftly makes a move to collect het things. Water bottle, towel, some other odds and ends all tossed into her gym bag before it's zipped soundly. Mike's already snatched her car keys from the palm of her hand before she has a chance to do anything else. "And no driving. I'll drop your car off later." He's already making his way towards the exit of the gym, Kit following behind with a slight pout.
The drive back to Kit and Nathan's is mostly quiet, aside from the sound of the radio in the background. Kit's head rests against the window, though she doesn't make a move to say anything. When they finally arrive, she's tugging her bag along, draped across her shoulders as she leads the way inside. The house is oddly quiet, though she's almost positive that means Nathan and Anastasia have both managed to finally get some proper sleep. Until the sound of wailing fills the air and Kit gives an apologetic half-smile in Mike's direction. Trudging up the stairs, Mike is hot on her heels as gym bag is discarded in the hall haphazardly.
Both man and woman walk into the nursery, where Nathan is trying to soothe a clearly disgruntled Anastasia. The look on his face is a mixed look between stressed and tired, though he still puts on a small smile for the two of them. "Looks like you two got here in the nick of time. Little Dove here decided to wake up from a nap in less than ten minutes. It's a new record." Kit sighs softly, shaking her head as she walks over to carefully trade off.
"Go get some sleep, I've got it." Kit presses a quick kiss to Nathan's cheek, not wanting to show too much PDA in front of Mike. The two men share a fist bump along the way, before Nathan is out of sight and Anastasia is curled up soundly in Kit's arms. "Alright, kiddo. What's the problem now huh?" Gaze drifts towards the digital calendar on the wall, a schedule for feeding time written in digital handwriting. "Aha, I see the issue. We're running a little behind today, aren't we?" She lightly pokes Anastasia's nose, with as much gentle touch as she can muster.
Mike walks over, holding both hands out towards Kit. "You go make the bottle, I'll hold her until you get back." Kit gives an almost hesitant glance, but nods towards the rocking chair in the corner of the room. "Here, she likes to be rocked sometimes when she's fussy. It might help a bit, I know she can be a lot to manage when she gets like this." She hands Anastasia off to Mike, who manages to get her to stop crying almost immediately. Kit tosses a glance in their direction, where Mike lightly shushes the baby in his arms.
It takes mere minutes to make Anastasia's bottle, a moment of calm. She leans against the counter, both hands pressed against it, before she lets out a gentle sigh. A pair of hands come up to rub her shoulders, familiar hands that belong to one Nathan O'Connor. "I know it's tough, but we'll figure this out. One step at a time." He presses a kiss to the spot behind her ear, then one atop her head for good measure. If there's one thing Kit loved about Nathan the most, it was that he was so patient. The calmest person to keep her level headed. It wasn't hard for her to lose her cool, you had to really push her to the limit to get that out of her. But, parenthood had its ups and downs, though she wouldn't give any of this up for the world.
All it takes is a hand off to Mike with the bottle, a shift from them both, before Kit curls up in the rocking chair. She takes in the sight ahead of her, Mike soothing the small baby in his arms. All is quiet in the household. For now. She wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.
Sitting up against the turnbuckle behind her, she takes a long sip from her water bottle, sighing softly as her head hangs low after a moment. Was it such a bad decision to have started her family too soon? It didn't feel like it, though some may have begged to differ. Perhaps she should have been spending the rest of her youth enjoying the little things. But, she loved her daughter, and Nathan, both. Her own family made from stardust it felt like. The best parts of her equal in both Anastasia and Nathan. There's something to be said about true happiness.
She's snapped out of her own little daze when Michael Bishop's booming voice breaks through her concentration. "Hey, kid. You doin' alright?" One of his large hands comes to rest against one of her shoulders, though she puts on a slightly shaky grin. "Never been better." There's a beat, before Mike sighs softly. He pinches the bridge of his nose, perhaps out of frustration, before he holds a hand out towards the young woman. "Come on, you need to rest. I'll take over baby duty and you're taking a nap." Before she even has the chance to argue, he points a finger in her direction.
"Not ifs, ands, or buts about it. Chop, chop. Before I change my mind." Kit grimaces momentarily, but it's brief, as she swiftly makes a move to collect het things. Water bottle, towel, some other odds and ends all tossed into her gym bag before it's zipped soundly. Mike's already snatched her car keys from the palm of her hand before she has a chance to do anything else. "And no driving. I'll drop your car off later." He's already making his way towards the exit of the gym, Kit following behind with a slight pout.
The drive back to Kit and Nathan's is mostly quiet, aside from the sound of the radio in the background. Kit's head rests against the window, though she doesn't make a move to say anything. When they finally arrive, she's tugging her bag along, draped across her shoulders as she leads the way inside. The house is oddly quiet, though she's almost positive that means Nathan and Anastasia have both managed to finally get some proper sleep. Until the sound of wailing fills the air and Kit gives an apologetic half-smile in Mike's direction. Trudging up the stairs, Mike is hot on her heels as gym bag is discarded in the hall haphazardly.
Both man and woman walk into the nursery, where Nathan is trying to soothe a clearly disgruntled Anastasia. The look on his face is a mixed look between stressed and tired, though he still puts on a small smile for the two of them. "Looks like you two got here in the nick of time. Little Dove here decided to wake up from a nap in less than ten minutes. It's a new record." Kit sighs softly, shaking her head as she walks over to carefully trade off.
"Go get some sleep, I've got it." Kit presses a quick kiss to Nathan's cheek, not wanting to show too much PDA in front of Mike. The two men share a fist bump along the way, before Nathan is out of sight and Anastasia is curled up soundly in Kit's arms. "Alright, kiddo. What's the problem now huh?" Gaze drifts towards the digital calendar on the wall, a schedule for feeding time written in digital handwriting. "Aha, I see the issue. We're running a little behind today, aren't we?" She lightly pokes Anastasia's nose, with as much gentle touch as she can muster.
Mike walks over, holding both hands out towards Kit. "You go make the bottle, I'll hold her until you get back." Kit gives an almost hesitant glance, but nods towards the rocking chair in the corner of the room. "Here, she likes to be rocked sometimes when she's fussy. It might help a bit, I know she can be a lot to manage when she gets like this." She hands Anastasia off to Mike, who manages to get her to stop crying almost immediately. Kit tosses a glance in their direction, where Mike lightly shushes the baby in his arms.
It takes mere minutes to make Anastasia's bottle, a moment of calm. She leans against the counter, both hands pressed against it, before she lets out a gentle sigh. A pair of hands come up to rub her shoulders, familiar hands that belong to one Nathan O'Connor. "I know it's tough, but we'll figure this out. One step at a time." He presses a kiss to the spot behind her ear, then one atop her head for good measure. If there's one thing Kit loved about Nathan the most, it was that he was so patient. The calmest person to keep her level headed. It wasn't hard for her to lose her cool, you had to really push her to the limit to get that out of her. But, parenthood had its ups and downs, though she wouldn't give any of this up for the world.
All it takes is a hand off to Mike with the bottle, a shift from them both, before Kit curls up in the rocking chair. She takes in the sight ahead of her, Mike soothing the small baby in his arms. All is quiet in the household. For now. She wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.
I've been loved before, but right now in this moment
I feel more and more like I was made for you