ds snippet: kidfic! for shoemaster

[schmerica]

shoemaster wrote me cuteness commentfic last week, and she has agreed to take her payment in the form of kidfic, rather than the pony I promised. Yay!

(This is unrelated to any other kidfic I have written in the past; don't try to match it up with the Carrie stories.)

Could you invent a world for me?
by Pearl-o
4/2007

*****

Papa says, "It was easy. We just went right down to downtown Inuvik, went right up to the baby store, and walked in the doors. There were blonde babies and redhead babies and Inuit babies and boy babies and girl babies, babies everywhere you looked, but your dad and I walked in, and we didn't even have to think about it, we went straight to you, right in a beeline. There was no other baby there for us."

"There's no baby store in Inuvik," you say.

"Not anymore, there's not." Papa grins. "We got a sweet deal on you, too, cupcake. Very economical, your dad liked that."

*****

Daddy says, "Well, you see, human reproduction is sexual in nature. The woman produces the ova, that is the egg cells, and the man produces the spermatozoa. When the sperm and the ovum meet, fertilization can occur, and then that fertilized cell can grow into a baby." Daddy pauses, chewing on his lip thoughtfully. "Perhaps a book would be helpful at this stage. Wait here a moment."

He disappears into the living room, and when he comes back he has a large white picture book in his hands. He sets it down on the table with a smile.

"There we go!" Daddy says, opening the first page. "You see, when the daddy and the mommy--"

"But you're both daddies," you point out.

Daddy frowns at you for a second. "Oh, well, true enough."

*****

Papa says, "Dief. It was all Dief's fault. You just followed him home one day, and man, you know what Dief's puppy dog eyes are like when he wants something. It was like with a donut, only even better. 'Can I keep it? Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?' And you know me and your dad couldn't stand that, not for too long. So we said, okay, Dief, but she's your responsibility, you're in charge. You have to feed her and take her for walks and get up in the middle of the night when she's cranky. Can you do all that? And Dief, you know, cross his heart and swear to die, stick a needle in his eye. But then after a while, you know Dief, he gets distracted, and me and Dad, we started hanging out with you, and finally we couldn't help it. We said, Dief, what would you think about letting us share her with you? And Dief is a giver, so he said okay. And that's why you didn't grow up as a wild naked half-wolf freak girl."

*****

Daddy says, "Ah."

There's a long pause.

Daddy says, "We went on an adventure, your father and I. We set off together into the north, just he and I and the dogs, and we sought the Hand of Franklin. And we never did find it, after all, but ... it wasn't in vain, for it just led to another adventure. One that hasn't ended, not even yet. And instead of the reaching-out hand, we found you instead."

He kisses you on the forehead.

*****

(Aunt Maggie says, "It was a long process, the adoption, and it was hard on both of them. Things would be going well, and then there would be another speedbump on the road, and it would look like it was never going to happen. But, well, your fathers are very determined people, and they knew what they wanted, and they were willing to work to get it. And in the end, it all worked out, after all, and they had you."

You say, "That's a good story.")

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[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Fraser! He is a dork like that, sometimes. He knows how to tell all the facts in the world, and how to tell all the important symbols, but sometimes he doesn't get the balance quite right.