shimmerandsing | Small surprises.

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Small surprises.

Alison didn't like it when her husband wasn't home. There were a variety of reasons for it, but the main reason was because he wasn't with her when he was gone. She had spent most of the day in a funk, waiting for Longshot and Asuka to return home from a clan mission. She couldn't complain too much when he was sent away. The jonin knew Alison was pregnant and somewhat clingy where her husband was concerned. So, if he had been called away, it was probably very important.

She still missed him, though.

So, she spent most of the day in her music room. Her single had done remarkably well since its release and now she was looking to find more good material to record. She had almost an album's worth already.

She was taking a break from working, having a sandwich for lunch in the kitchen, when she saw the glowy orange light from John's arrival. She hoped Lisa was with him. The girl had not been in her room this morning and that had worried Alison, too.

"Hi, guys!" She called. "Come have some lunch with me."

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"See anything good, cutie pie?" She asked as she knelt down and shuffled dishes around in the fridge. The pasta was in a covered dish somewhere. Probably in the back... ah ha!

She pulled it out and reached up to put it onto the counter. Before she closed the fridge again, she poked around to be sure they still had cannoli. Yep. Hidden in the back in a bowl cleverly marked "brussel sprouts".

"Mmm." He grabbed an orange because it was ORANGE. "This!"

He held it up for her inspection. "Does this go with pasta?"

Though it was a good thing he couldn't read, because anything marked brussel sprouts would still get pilfered later.

Alison laughed and nodded. "Oranges go good with anything. You can have that if you want it. Want me to peel it for you while the pasta heats up?"

She slipped the pasta into the microwave and set it for a couple of minutes. Then she took a seat at the table and settled him lightly in her lap.

Why put him down when he was so much fun to hold and cuddle?

"Yes, please," he said with a grin. He held it up for her to take. Once she did, he settled back on her lap and watched her peel it.

He did not mind being held and cuddled. Ali was always so nice about doing it. That's why they were married, right? For all the nice snuggles and stuff.

He absently toyed with the wedding band on his necklace.

She hummed as she peeled the tough skin off the orange. She didn't mind doing it for him. Oranges always smelled wonderful when they were freshly peeled. They tasted good, too.

Once all the peel was off, she made sure to pick off as much of the bitter, white pith. Then she pulled the orange into three sections and handed him one.

"There you go, sweetheart." The microwave dinged just as she was finishing peeling the orange, so she stood up and sat him down in her seat. "I'll be right back. I'm going to get our pasta."

"Mrokay," he replied around a mouthful of orange. He wiggled in the seat as he chewed, head bobbed one way than another. He sniffed at the air. Orange was stronger than pasta.

He waited until he swallowed before speaking again. "I only want a little pasta. I'm saving room for cannoli."

How utterly unsurprising. Alison chuckled as she stirred the pasta and made sure it wasn't too hot. "Okay, sweetheart. We'll save room for cannoli."

Well, he might. She didn't want any. The pasta sounded tastier to her.

She brought the bowl and two forks over and set them on the table. Then she scooped the little blond up and settled him in her lap again. She handed him a fork as she snagged a piece of orange to eat before she dug into the pasta, herself.

Longshot speared at the pasta with varying degrees of effectiveness. When he didn't get anything on his fork, he pouted. Darn noodles weren't playing fair. He ate bits here and there. He was trying to save room in his little belly for a big cannoli.

He looked up at Ali and smiled for no apparent reason.

She noted his difficulty with the pasta and tried not to smile. He was so darn cute when he frowned. She took his hand holding the fork and speared a meatball from the bowl.

When he smiled at her, she melted. Awwwwww.

"Hi there, cutie." She smiled back at him and kissed his forehead.

"Hiya," he said softly. He did not tilt his head back upright. He brought his fork up to his mouth and chewed on the meatball looking up at Ali.

"You're pretty," he whispered in a conspiratorial fashion. "That why you married me?"

Alison's smile got softer and she kissed his forehead again. "Thank you, sweetheart."

"Well... actually. I married you because I love you with every little bit of my heart and because I just don't ever want to spend a day of my life without you." She winked at him. "You're my sweetie. My very best friend, ever."

"Yer welcome!" He chirped. He grinned while chewing his meatball at being kissed.

"Aww, mush!" Though he did look a little confused. "You only got one heart? I got two."

He poked himself in two separate places on his chest.

"Yep. I've only got one." She chuckled at him poking his chest. "So, I have to love you twice as hard so I can keep up."

"Our babies have two hearts, though. They get that from their Daddy." She kissed the top of his head and helped him twirl a little bit of pasta onto his fork.

"Oh. I unnerstand that." He nodded and put his head back upright. He wiggled his head as the pasta twirled.

"Whatcha wanna do after lunch?" He twirled the pasta out of the bowl and splattered himself across the chest with sauce. "Ooopsie."

"Hmmm. That's a good question. Want to watch a movie? Lisa brought over some more cartoons we haven't watched."

She chuckled at the pasta spill and grabbed a napkin off the table to clean him off. As she did, she slipped a hand under the table real sneaky like and lightly tickled his foot. Then she snatched her hand back quickly, looking as if nothing had happened.

"Mm. We c-" and then he was tickled! He shrieked! He giggled! He wiggled! He bumped his knee into the table! "Owie."

He rubbed his knee lightly and then was over the pain. "Lisa bring anything good?"

Ack! She hadn't meant to hurt him! Her hand covered his knee gently and she kissed the top of his head apologetically. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to make you bump your knee."

She squeezed him gently for a moment and then sat back. "She brought some more Disney cartoons. The ones with all the singing. One has Mickey Mouse and all kinds of magic in it."

"It's okay, Ali. I don't hurt anymore." He smiled up at her. "Though I might feel better with a cannoli..."

He sat back against her. Hey! The squishy pillows came, too! "That sounds good. I wanna watch that."

"A cannoli might make you feel better, huh? Well, I guess I should get you one, then. I can't have you wounded." She stood up and sat him back down in her chair. "I'll be right back."

She grabbed the 'brussel sprouts' out of the fridge and took a small plate from the cabinet. He'd already had part of an orange and some pasta, so one cannoli should be plenty. She didn't want to give him a tummy ache.

Cannoli plate in hand, she returned to her seat and plopped him down in her lap once more. "There you go, sweetheart."

"YAY!" Longshot dug into his cannoli like he was never going to get another one. He may have gotten himself a little sticky in the process. But it didn't matter to him. The cannoli was good eats.

"Thank you very much," he enunciated clearly before nodding his head.

"You're welcome very much," Alison laughed softly as she watched him demolish his cannoli. "I'm glad you like it."

She smiled and stroked his hair back softly as she watched him eat. Oh, he was going to need a bath tonight. Between the cookies, the orange, pasta sauce, and the cannoli it was a wonder he didn't stick to every surface he encountered.

There was one surface he was going to stick to. Longshot squirmed around until he was looking at Alison. He grinned and hugged her.

"Cartoon time!"

Ack. Cannoli ick all over her shirt. Ah well. It would wash out. She laughed and hugged him back.

"Yep. Cartoon time. But, first..." She swept him up and carried him to the sink. Another wet washcloth was applied liberally to all his cannoli creamed surfaces.

"PLECH!" He did not know what it was with all these adults and trying to feed him a wet washcloth. It still tasted terrible. But ha ha! Ali did not get the bit of cannoli cream stuck in his armpit for later.

"If you didn't open your mouth while I was washing it, you wouldn't have to taste the towel, you know." She laughed at the sound and the face he made. Once he was relatively clean, she swung him around and held him upside down as she carried him into the living room.

In the living room, she put him down carefully on the couch and kissed his forehead. "Get comfy. I'll find our cartoon."

She smiled and wandered over to the stack of movies left laying around the television. She'd have to remember to clean these up before a certain puppy she knew decided to have a snack.

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