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Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From Of Macaroni Art and Making Grown Men Cry:

“We looked it up, and it said that kids make macaroni art for Father’s Day.”

Wash rubs a growing pain between his eyes. It’s typically how all of his conversations go with Caboose. “Caboose, you’re not supposed to cook the macaroni first.”

Junior lets out a string of honks and blarghs. Wash doesn’t need to understand the words to get the meaning—Junior already tried to tell him that.

Red vs Blue fic: Of Macaroni Art and Making Grown Men Cry

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It’s Father’s Day, and Caboose has a plan. It goes about how you’d expect a Caboose plan to go, so Wash reluctantly comes to the rescue. Part of the retirement fluff series.
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Wash follows the smell of something burning into the kitchen. He takes in the scene—there is paper and markers and glitter strewn over the table, and a pot billowing thick black smoke. And in the middle of it all—Caboose and Junior.

“Caboose, what are you doing? You’re going to burn the entire base down.”

“Oh, it’s okay, Agent Washington. I took the batteries out of the smoke alarm, so it wouldn’t bother anyone.”

Wash stares. “That won’t stop-” He doesn’t bother to finish. Wash pulls the pot from the stove. He can’t tell what was even in it. “Were you hungry? You could have asked someone to make you guys lunch.” What does a Sangheili eat anyway?

“It’s Father’s Day!” Caboose says as if that explains anything.

“What?”

Caboose rolls his eyes like Wash is being the unreasonable one. “It’s Father’s Day, and I’m helping Junior make something for Tucker. Even if he is stupid.” He mutters the last part under his breath before putting on another glowing smile. “We looked it up, and it said that kids make macaroni art for Father’s Day.”

Wash rubs a growing pain between his eyes. It’s typically how all of his conversations go with Caboose. “Caboose, you’re not supposed to cook the macaroni first.”

Junior lets out a string of honks and blarghs. Wash doesn’t need to understand the words to get the meaning—Junior already tried to tell him that. Read more…

New Addition

Finally got some cute pictures to post of the newest family addition.

Introducing Arrow Finnegan…

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Born June 7 at 12:47am. 7lbs, 3oz; 19″ long.

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His daddy just adores him. Totally wrapped around his little fingers (just like grampa but totally not gramma, not at all).

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Mom did great. Eighteen-years-old, and she made it look easy. Started induction at 10pm on the 5th, got the epidural around noon on the 6th, started pushing at 11:10pm, and he was born an hour and a half later. She’s a great mom–I’m so proud of her.

We finally broke down and got me a new phone. I’ve had the same one since 2013, and it’s been mostly unusable for the last two years with most of the screen untouchable. But the camera worked, and with a little trouble, I could get the photos onto my laptop to use, but when I went to upload the pictures of the birth, I couldn’t do it. My DSLR camera broke last year as well, so I was in tears not being able to take pictures of the little guy.

So I got a new Galaxy 10e. The quality is amazing (better than my old phone and the DSLR which is 12 years old). Can’t wait to get more pictures of this sweet boy.

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Slowly, the familiarity waned, and Gil pulled himself awake, slightly confused when he didn’t find himself in the greenhouse on Castle Wulfenbach. Or with Tarvek laying at his side, toes in the grass.

Just a dream, right.

With a heavy sigh, he sat up, stretching. The sent of wet grass hung in the air still from the open window near the bed.

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More Uncalled For Actions:

“But what?” He fiddled with the buttons on his coat, avoiding Tarvek’s eyes again. He hated being so insecure.

“But,” Tarvek said, grabbing Gil’s hand to get his attention, “too bad we already ate breakfast. It’s not really a picnic without food.”

Gil looked at their joined hands then slowly up to Tarvek’s smiling if blotchy face, relief filling him–maybe he hadn’t completely messed everything else.

Still at home waiting to hear back from my daughter that her labor has actually started. Last I heard, she was still 2cm after half the night. Going to try to get some sleep now.

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6/4/19

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More from part 17 of Uncalled For Actions:

“Talk to me, please.” Gil felt tears welling in his own eyes and blinked them away–Tarvek needed him to be the strong one now. “Did I do something wrong again? I don’t understand–you know I’m stupid when it comes to, well, being around people.”

Tarvek shook his head, apparently unable to answer then just walked right past Gil into the small forest. Gil followed a few feet behind, his bloody fingers worrying the edge of his waistcoat.

On a side note… I’m almost caught up with my backlog of sentences for this story. I got horribly behind in March and nearly caught up in April, but never got the last six days done. Then I took all of May off. I now have only two more days from April left to write and then I’ll be into the June sentences which are resetting back to one sentence on the 1st. That should be quick to catch up. I’m hoping to be back on track this weekend (with part 17 posted today).

Of course, my daughter is being induced tonight so who knows when this baby will get here and how that will throw a kink in the works.

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6/3/19

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From Uncalled For Actions:

He snatched Tarvek’s hand and started running, Tarvek struggling to keep up as usual. They wound their way out of the school and through the forbidden halls of Castle Wulfenbach, garnering some attention from the crew, but no one stopped them.

“Where are we going?” Tarvek finally asked when they started heading into a restricted area.

Gil tugged on his hand, but Tarvek dug his heels in, refusing to budge. “Don’t you trust me?” Gil asked, batting his extra-long lashes.

Tarvek chewed his lip for a moment like he was weighing his options or trying to decide if he did trust Gil–his hesitation hurt more than Gil wanted to admit.

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More Gil and Tarvek as kids from Uncalled For Actions:

Gil groaned–why was he being so difficult? “We’ll just say you thought you were better but you were wrong and felt icky after eating so went back to bed, okay?”

“Gil-”

“Come on, Tarvek, what’s one more day?”

Tarvek frowned at his bowl of fruit that he’d barely touched then sighed, letting Gil known he’d finally won. Gil pumped his fist in the air in celebration of his win.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From Uncalled For Actions:

“Well, I think those memories were a little too much for Tarvek to manage yesterday–it happens when we’re away from our loved ones. They call it home-sickness.”

“Oh,” Gil said again even though he had no understanding of homesickness.  Castle Wulfenbach was the only home he knew, and there was no one here that he would miss if he left. Except Tarvek. The thought of being away from him even for one night left his stomach roiling and his heart aching.

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From a future chapter of Uncalled For Actions I was working on last night (yes, I was actually writing!):

Miss Ziegler and several of the kids nodded in agreement, but Tarvek only stared at his paper, brow furrowed.

“And why’s that?”

His frowned only intensified, but then he took a deep, steady breath. “When I was little–before I came to Castle Wulfenbach–my father would get really busy so my mother would take my sister and me on picnics. It didn’t matter the weather. Even in the dead of winter, we would sit on wool blankets and eat steamy bowls of chowder in the snow.”

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