time together isn't ever quite enough •• cp

[gene]

If he was anything, Gene was an absolutely sucker for kids. Especially the ones with distant parents. He had gone through the same, and, as a result, they seemed to be drawn toward him. Of course, it helped that their parents were usually off in some conference room, leaving them bored out of their minds in their suites. That is, until they get fed up with the whole situation of being abandoned and start wreaking a little havoc around the hotel. While he’d never been a particularly rowdy child himself, Gene could wholly empathize with their troubles. Thus, he was always the first to rush to their side ‘less some, less kind, employee might exacerbate the situation.

He’d talk to them, make them laugh, and become friends with them. Then, he’d take them out to do whatever it was they wanted to do and ask someone to fill his post. Normally, his boss wouldn’t have condoned this sort of behavior, but he made the exception for Gene, who seemed to be the only one that could calm the little monsters down. Besides, the boy was probably the only person he’d ever met who could be utterly enthusiastic about their job just about every hour of his day. He wasn’t about to throw away a good thing.

Anyhow, it didn’t take very much for Gene to discover that, Sheri, the latest victim of unfortunate parental circumstances, was getting a more than a little stir-crazy inside the admitted enormous walls of the Palace. She wanted to see the snow, something she’d never had back home in Singapore. Of course, never being one to resist making someone else happy, Gene immediately agreed to help her. So, he helped the girl bundle up in some winter clothing and set off to have some lovely fun in the snow.

They did just about everything on the winter checklist: made a snowman, had a snowball fight, sled, and had some cocoa. They were quite exhausted and ready to return to the Palace, when Sheri’s eyes caught the skating rink. Immediately, the girl was dazzled. Now, Gene was rather tired and chilly. Not to mention the fact that he didn’t really know how to ice skate. Nonetheless, he wasn’t about to let a kid go home even the tiniest bit disappointed. Before child could even ask, Gene was walking to the ticket stand.

“You aren’t too tired to do one last thing, are you?”

The enormous smile that lit up the little girl’s face was all the answer he needed. So, the two rented some skates, stepped onto the rink, and immediately fell onto the cold ice. The sight of each other was so funny that the two had to pull themselves up three times only to collapse again in a fit of giggles. Struggling to their feet once again, they took each other’s hands and took the smallest of steps and were delighted to find themselves gliding forward. It was so excited that they nearly managed to fall a fourth time. Luckily, each managed to grab hold of a rail to steady themselves. Both took another step and wit the same result.

This all went on for quite some time until Sheri managed to get the hang of it and started to glide along gleefully. Her lovely escort, on the other hand, was having considerably more trouble. He had to settle for shuffling along slowly and trying not to bump into anyone. It was such a silly sight.

• • • w o r d c o u n t ! 583
• • • l y r i c s ! fireflies - owl city
• • • t a g ! caity-poo
• • • n o t e s ! bleh, i don't know why this took so long

[cp]

THE baby was restless. Caitlyn had tried everything. Singing the soft Spanish lullabies her grandmother had sung to her as a child. Feeding her more milk. Even giving the poor child some child’s paracetamol in case she the poor dear was teething or hand wind or something of the like. Nothing was working though. Which was frustrating Caitlyn a little. With all the older siblings out for the day, The young woman had hoped to get some house-work done. But Cait’s youngest charge had been difficult all day. Fussy and not wanting to be left alone or even out down at some points. It was actually a little heart-breaking. Hearing her little cry over and over.

RUNNING out of options, Caitlyn had decided that maybe the little child was a little stir crazy. It was more then possible right? Caitlyn’s boss was rather particular about her children and didn’t like the young child going outside much. For fear of germs. Well, While the nanny understood the mother’s fears, she also felt a little fresh air may do both the child and herself some good. A short walk in central park, with the little one staying in the pram, wasn’t going to harm anyone. And if it settled the baby down and meant Caitlyn could do the ironing, everyone won now didn’t they?

BUNDLING both herself, and the small child up, Caitlyn ventured out of the Park Avenue Pent house, making her way towards the park. Pram pushed in front of her. While the seven month old seemed putt off by the fact she wasn’t in Caity’s arms, she seemed at least content she could see the woman. Her little tired eyes closing every few moments. Caitlyn smiled down at the child as she walked. Cooing soothingly. Why did the little thing fight it so much? She was tired. Caitlyn shook her head, half bemused by the child. The younger you were, it seemed the less you liked bed time.[] “One day, mi bebé, you will adorer bed-time. Just you wait..”

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TURNING the pram into the park, Caitlyn slowed her pace. There wasn’t too many people about, which was nice. Too many noisy people were not exactly going to help put the little one to sleep now were they? Glancing at the pram, it was nice to see that the child was droopily sucking on a pacifier. Hopefully she’d drift off into a nice sleep soon. And sleep for a good few hours. If Caity was really lucky, she’d be able to do the ironing and the mopping. Oh wouldn’t that be nice. Hopefully the drugs would help the child sleep. Hopefully.

NOW that the child was settled, Caitlyn made her way towards the ice-rink. She was always fascinated by skating. She herself wasn’t a very good skater at all. Yet she could appreciate the beauty of a figure skater. So much so, actually, that it was a favourite winter pass-time. Sitting in the park and watching the skaters. Never skating herself though. Oh no. It would be nothing short of a miracle if someone got her on the ice. She didn’t think she had bin since she was a small child. Finding a spare bench facing the rink, Sophie parked the pram beside it then sat down. Letting her eyes roam over the skaters. So pretty.. [/center]
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` w o r d c o u n t ! 556
` t a g ! geniepoobum
` n o t e s ! maybe. it’s up to you, but maybe this could be the meet-cute? (aka first meeting..)

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[gene]

One, two, one, two. Gene slid his feet one in front of the other, eyes glued to his feet ‘less they should misbehave. He seemed to be getting it. After several more relatively steady minutes of ice shuffling, the boy seemed to work up enough confidence to actually look up. Good thing, too. He had not two seconds to duck to avoid an incoming snowball. He immediately became suspicious, turning about wildly, furiously examining his surroundings as if he had expected a tiger to erupt from the snow banks and viciously maul him any second. Well, one could never be sure nowadays.

What he saw instead seemed to surprise him even more so than the aforementioned tiger. It was a woman. She was a rather lovely woman. Why, if he were more coherent, Gene might’ve thought that she was the loveliest woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Instead, he rather stupidly noted that she seemed to be radiating some sort of light. Rational folks, of course, would know that the boy had not just seen an incandescent woman, but he was simply suffering delusions caused by a very serious medical condition known as love at first sight. The same individuals are aware that symptoms of this disorder include hallucinations, wooziness, and a complete inability to form cogent thoughts.

At that very moment, Gene’s feet seemed to notice his temporary handicap and took absolutely no time to slide unexpected in opposite directions, causing the boy to tumble into a rather painful split. Sheri, who was currently lapping him for the fifth time, giggled and stopped to help her companion to his feet. Even as he was being steadied by the child, the boy’s eyes never left on the striking stranger. Quizzically, Sheri turned to the same direction, but failed to discern anything significant.

“Whatcha looking at?” she asked the boy. Still fumbling to regain his basic motor skills, the boy could only point dumbly. Of course, the young girl was oblivious to his perceived radiance. She simply assumed that this must be one of those silly adult things. “Well, what are you doing all the way over here? Go talk to her,” she said matter-of-factly. “And wipe the silly look off your face. Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?” She chastised and crossed her arms just like a stern parent.

Momentarily caught off-guard by this sudden display of adult-ness from his ward, Gene blankly followed her orders. It wasn’t until he was not twenty feet from the strange woman that he realized that he had nothing to say. He couldn’t very well just introduce himself out of the blue. He’d look like a creeper or a stalker or some other greasy character. He scrambled for potential reasons for approaching the woman. Perhaps he could pretend to have lost his scarf. Oh, but he was plainly wearing it. Maybe he could say that he had mistaken her for someone he knew. Well, what would he say after that? Oh, yes, sorry. I’ll just be off now. Ugh, that wouldn’t buy him anything.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar feeling. Something, someone wanted to be held. He noticed the pram next to the girl. There must’ve been a child inside. Without thinking, the boy approached it and peered in. Yes, he was right. He turned to the woman, suddenly unburdened by his previous insecurities.

“Excuse me. I think your baby wants her back rubbed.”

• • • w o r d c o u n t ! 574
• • • n o t e s ! oh yes. plenty of mental silliness.

[cp]

JUST her luck. Just when Caitlyn had thought the child had settled, the little one started squirming and whinging. Caitlyn was so sure she had been ready for sleep too. Shaking her head, still have bemused at the child, Caitlyn took the breaks off the pram and gently started to rock it back and forth. The child’s mother did not want her baby needing to be held to sleep. Lest there be a night the child needed settling after Caitlyn finished work. It didn’t matter to the mother that the baby was one to like affection more then most. Which would have been fine if it wasn’t CP that then had to follow through with the rules.

FROWNING at the small, whining child, Caitlyn tilted her head to the side. What was wrong with her? She was normally such a good tempered child. Even with the lack of affection at bed-time, she wasn’t usually so whiney. It was really dis-heartening, seeing the child act so out of character. At least when it was one of the older children, they could express themselves. It seemed that the young dear was tryinmg to, but for whatever reason Caitlyn was just not understanding the child’s needs. It was frustrating for all involved really.

WITH a sigh, Caitlyn put the break back on the pram so she could take her eye off the baby without worrying about the device rolling away. Instead, she turned to the diaper bag she had placed on the bench beside her. Looking for the bottle she had brought with them. Perhaps feeding her again may make some difference. In the time it took her to locate the bottle and straighten back up, Someone had appeared. A male someone was standing over the pram. Looking down on the child. What? Caitlyn was used to people cooing over the baby. But normally it was women and the odd father. Not young men.

CAITLYN blinked. Maybe he was just.. clucky? That did happen.. Sometimes right? There was the odd young male that wanted children and got all sentimental looking at babies. Maybe he was just one of those and not the creeper she was imagining. She sat, watching him for a moment. A little dumb-founded as she held the bottle in her left hand. She needed to either feed it to the baby soon, or put it back in the bottle back into the insulated container or it would get too cold for the poor mite to drink. Sometimes Caitlyn wished she had a portable microwave to heat bottles in. It would really help.

SHE was just about to excuse herself and move the pram away from the young man to feed the child, when he spoke. Startling Caitlyn so much so she almost dropped the bottle. Luckily, her re-flexes where still working. Flushing, she blinked at his words. What? Her baby wanted it’s back rubbed? How in the world.. Shaking her head a little, Caitlyn blinked at the young man. He seemed perfectly serious yet casual about the whole affair. Caitlyn blinked, glancing from him, down to the baby. Watching the poor thing, she felt her heart melt. She could trust this stranger.. if it meant soothing the poor child..

BITING her bottom lip, Caitlyn set the bottle in the top of the pram and leant down. She collected the little thing, blankets and all into her arms. Eying the man as she did. Bewildered look still on her features. If it worked… well… that would just.. be too.. odd. Frowning a little, she cooed under her breath at the child. Reaching for the bottle. Balancing the baby on her chest, holding her there with her arm, she took out the pacifier (that surprisingly had not been spat yet). She’d try her method first. Uh, nope. Wouldn’t accept the bottle. Sighing, the young woman gave in. She put both binky and bottle in the pram and began to stroke.

INSTANTLY she settled. Wow. “How in the world…”

` w o r d c o u n t ! 666.. oh my, the devvvilll
` t a g ! geniepoobum
` n o t e s ! soooo cute, I heart you

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[gene]

“Yes, um, I’m good with kids?”

He grinned sheepishly as he watched the young woman holding the baby. Yes, he was perhaps falling a little more in love at this moment, though one might not have thought it possible. It was such a lovely sight that Gene wanted to sit down beside her and take the baby into his own arms. But, of course, he knew that that would be well beyond the boundaries of appropriate conduct. After all, it was quite obvious that he hadn’t made the greatest first impression. At best, he was a somewhat quacky lad, and at worse, a psycho who likes babies.

Instead, he opted only to go for the first part, and sat what he deemed to be a respectable distance from the woman and simply enjoyed being next to her for a few moments. Then, Gene sensed that he was quite probably making his bench mate uncomfortable, and the gentle silence immediately became awkward. His eyes darted this way and that, his hands rummaged through his pockets searching for something, anything of the least bit interest so he could end the silence that was growing more uncomfortable by the second. He kept getting distracted by the scent of vanilla that came from her.

“You perfume is very nice,” he finally blurted out. After a momentary pause, he added. “Where did you get it? I’m looking for a Christmas gift for a friend.”

Well, he handled that one well, even if he had to invent a female friend to help him out. Somewhere in his rule-abiding heart, Gene felt a reflexive twinge of guilt for lying to the woman, despite the fact that they had only just met. He almost wanted to confess his lie to her and ask forgiveness for his transgression, though even this blustering blonde knew that it would simply be much too dramatic. Yes, well, it was much best to just go with it without getting too worked up. After all, should the boy stress the details too much, he might end up injuring himself.

The boy was suddenly aware that, off in his peripheral vision, little Sheri was no long whizzing across the rink, but making all sorts of silly faces and gestures at him. A laugh bubbled in his throat, though he stifled it with a cough. The girl, of course, wasn’t letting up and proceeded to dance about in a most ridiculous fashion. Gene bit his lip and breathed, slowly, though, when the child started wiggling her little bottom at him in a most inappropriate fashion, he had to let out a snorting laughter. Of course, when he recovered, the girl had glided away into the crowd of skaters. That little devil.
“Uh, I was just thinking of a funny story I heard the other day,” he said, more than a little embarrassed for having apparently laughed at nothing. He was really doing poorly at this today. Quickly, the boy changed the subject. “I’ve just realized that I haven’t even asked your name. Well, I’m Gene. Forgive me for my silliness. I get a little loony at times, and I forget to think. It’s really proving quite a problem. Perhaps I should join a support group. I can’t possibly be the only one who suffers…” The boy stopped as he realized that he was rambling. Sighing and shaking his head, he looked up at the girl and smiled.

“Let me start over. I’m Gene. Do you come here often?”

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• • • t a g ! caity-poo
• • • n o t e s ! dialogue is difficult, bleh.