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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"Good question. I kind of want some pasta. There's some left over from what Maria sent us last."

She grinned at his compliment and squeezed his hand gently. She made sure to keep a good grip on him so that he couldn't go hurtling down the stairs as they descended.

"There might even be some cannoli hidden away, if you'd rather have that than a cookie."

"Pasta's good," he agreed after some thought. "Got it."

He swung her hand a bit as they went down the stairs.

"Cannoli?" He then promptly tried to pull Alison down the stairs faster...

She laughed and caught him before he could yank her down the stairs. She swung him up into her arms and kissed his cheek. "Easy there, cutie!"

Once she had a secure hold on him, she bounced him gently as she made her way down the stairs. The siren call of cannoli was strong.

"I promise it will still be there when we get to the kitchen."

"Yipe!" He was suddenly in Ali's arms! That wasn't the kitchen. He giggled a little at the bouncing.

He leaned back and gave her his most serious look. "Promise?"

Even at four, cannoli was important.

Alison stopped on the second floor landing and met his serious look with an equally serious look. If it was important to him, it was important to her.

"I promise. Really and truly." Then she smiled and kissed his forehead. He was too cute to stay serious at for very long. "And, if by some weird crazy miracle there isn't any left we'll just have to go visit Maria and get some. Okay?"

She bounced him again as they walked down the last flight of stairs and headed for the kitchen.

"Okay," he nodded. Then he threw his arms around her neck and hugged her. "I love ya."

He stayed that way with his face buried against her neck until they were in the kitchen.

Eeeeeeeee! Alison grinned hugely and hugged Longshot to her. "I love you, too. More than anything in the whooole wide world."

She swayed from side to side and swung him a little as they walked into the kitchen. Then she shifted him to one arm so she could open the fridge and find the pasta.

He giggled at the swinging and let his legs sway back and forth. When she opened the fridge door, he finally let go of her neck. He grabbed the front of her shirt and leaned down to try to spy something good in the cold, cold fridge.

"Hmm."

"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."

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