Alexander grimaced in understanding at the description of the sinus headache; he wasn’t prone to them, but Joshua had been, and Alexander clearly remembered the misery they were capable of putting his husband through. Alexander did his best to hide a pained grimace as the familiar agony of remembrance shot through him, and he quickly did his best to distract himself. It had only been four months since he lost Joshua. Sometimes it felt like forever, sometimes it felt like yesterday. “Why watches?” he asked, though the curiosity was more desperate than genuine. He needed the distraction.
Taking a deep breath, Alexander blinked and then gave a small smile, less pained now and much more genuine. “Both,” he said with an amused twist of his lips. “My daughter is in day-care today, so I’m off duty.” As she would be on Wednesday and Friday, too, but he didn’t feel like telling that to a stranger. “So, I’ll be wrangling the house back into order before picking her up so she can destroy it again.” His gentle expression and affectionate tone belied the words, though. He’d do anything for Juliette and if destroying the house was what made the toddler happy, well, he’d just make sure it was ready for her destructive energy.
“She’s almost nine months old,” Alexander said fondly, “so she’s crawling and learning to walk so keeping an eye on her is exhaustive.” The little girl was a tiny whirlwind of activity at the best of time, but as she got better at pulling herself up on the furniture and moving around, Alexander found keeping her in sight and under control became a lot more hands on. To say nothing of the speed at which she could crawl around the house!
Taking a deep breath, Alexander blinked and then gave a small smile, less pained now and much more genuine. “Both,” he said with an amused twist of his lips. “My daughter is in day-care today, so I’m off duty.” As she would be on Wednesday and Friday, too, but he didn’t feel like telling that to a stranger. “So, I’ll be wrangling the house back into order before picking her up so she can destroy it again.” His gentle expression and affectionate tone belied the words, though. He’d do anything for Juliette and if destroying the house was what made the toddler happy, well, he’d just make sure it was ready for her destructive energy.
“She’s almost nine months old,” Alexander said fondly, “so she’s crawling and learning to walk so keeping an eye on her is exhaustive.” The little girl was a tiny whirlwind of activity at the best of time, but as she got better at pulling herself up on the furniture and moving around, Alexander found keeping her in sight and under control became a lot more hands on. To say nothing of the speed at which she could crawl around the house!
