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v-angelique.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Apr. 26th, 2007 12:04 am)Title: Theatrics
Author: Viktoria Angelique (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not even close to true.
Summary: In the summary of last year's Sunday in the Park with Kids, I present you this offering for Jack's first birthday. Perhaps it'll be an annual thing.
"Shhh," Dom cooed, rocking Jack back and forth in his arms as Billy tried to gently bounce Luke on his lap. "I don't much like her voice either, love, but you're going to get us kicked out."
Billy rolled his eyes, trying to concentrate on the performance of Les Miserables and its rather disappointing Eponine for another moment before gently tugging Dom's elbow, slinging the monstrosity of a baby bag over his shoulder, and whispering apologies to the glaring fellow theatre patrons in the balcony as they snuck out into the lobby.
"I knew this was a bad idea," Billy sighed as they walked down the grand staircase side by side. "He's much more of a Bon Jovi and Aerosmith fan."
"Your child has horrible taste."
Billy shrugged, not denying it.
"Though I'll concede trying to get them involved in theatre at such a young age may be pushing it a bit," Dom added, a smile turning up the corner of his lips. Billy grinned and shifted Luke on his hip as Jack quit crying and gave Billy an expectant look over Dom's shoulder. Once they were out the door and onto the pavement in front of the small local theatre, Billy stopped and put the bag down.
"Switch."
Dom sighed and shifted the one-year-old in his arms to one side, taking Luke and passing Billy his own child in return. Though the two were being raised as brothers, and the four of them were very much a family, each child showed just the slightest preference for his own father. Dom suspected this wouldn't be the case once they got to the age of asking for money or a new car.
"So are we having a party for their birthdays?" Dom asked as they continued on towards home.
"Dommeh, they're one year old. They don't have any friends to invite to a party."
"We have friends," Dom argued. "And there will be cake. I like cake," he added with just the shadow of a pout. Billy shook his head and wrapped his arm awkwardly around Dom's baby-free side, the two infants now leaning dangerously to make faces at each other.
"You can have cake, lad," he murmured, and Dom grinned. "Now are my babies ready to go home and go to sleep?"
Dom laughed and pressed a kiss to Billy's neck as they walked. "Oi, I think we just might be."
Author: Viktoria Angelique (
v_angelique)Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not even close to true.
Summary: In the summary of last year's Sunday in the Park with Kids, I present you this offering for Jack's first birthday. Perhaps it'll be an annual thing.
"Shhh," Dom cooed, rocking Jack back and forth in his arms as Billy tried to gently bounce Luke on his lap. "I don't much like her voice either, love, but you're going to get us kicked out."
Billy rolled his eyes, trying to concentrate on the performance of Les Miserables and its rather disappointing Eponine for another moment before gently tugging Dom's elbow, slinging the monstrosity of a baby bag over his shoulder, and whispering apologies to the glaring fellow theatre patrons in the balcony as they snuck out into the lobby.
"I knew this was a bad idea," Billy sighed as they walked down the grand staircase side by side. "He's much more of a Bon Jovi and Aerosmith fan."
"Your child has horrible taste."
Billy shrugged, not denying it.
"Though I'll concede trying to get them involved in theatre at such a young age may be pushing it a bit," Dom added, a smile turning up the corner of his lips. Billy grinned and shifted Luke on his hip as Jack quit crying and gave Billy an expectant look over Dom's shoulder. Once they were out the door and onto the pavement in front of the small local theatre, Billy stopped and put the bag down.
"Switch."
Dom sighed and shifted the one-year-old in his arms to one side, taking Luke and passing Billy his own child in return. Though the two were being raised as brothers, and the four of them were very much a family, each child showed just the slightest preference for his own father. Dom suspected this wouldn't be the case once they got to the age of asking for money or a new car.
"So are we having a party for their birthdays?" Dom asked as they continued on towards home.
"Dommeh, they're one year old. They don't have any friends to invite to a party."
"We have friends," Dom argued. "And there will be cake. I like cake," he added with just the shadow of a pout. Billy shook his head and wrapped his arm awkwardly around Dom's baby-free side, the two infants now leaning dangerously to make faces at each other.
"You can have cake, lad," he murmured, and Dom grinned. "Now are my babies ready to go home and go to sleep?"
Dom laughed and pressed a kiss to Billy's neck as they walked. "Oi, I think we just might be."
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Did I just say 'awww' to a ficlet revolving around kids and parenting? I believe I did. What's wrong with me? I think Auntie Flow is making me clucky tonight. Note to self: read extra raunchy Monaboyd porn immediately to eradicate any possible effect on ovaries.Ha!! Looks like Billy actually has three babies!!! Totally adorable. :)
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hahaha, you're in luck: I'm going to finish up some "extra raunchy Monaboyd porn" as soon as I turn in my essay tonight. *g*From:
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'tis finished! will post tomorrow to make sure I haven't typo'd anything monumentally stupid in my half-asleep state. *g* also once I think of a title...From:
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oh joy! I'm sure I'll be randy, I mean, ready to read it as soon as you post it!From:
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I'll tell you this though, the thought of Dom as a little baby makes me turn to absolute *MUSH* on the inside. I started a Monaboyd fic in which Billy is in an orphanage, and when he's about eight years old, infant!Dom is brought in. I couldn't resist a scene with Billy holding
itsybitsybaby!Dom. *is verklempt* Hmm. *sighs wistfully* I need to work on that some more, but it's another one of those fics of which I've only developed 3/4 of the plot, and it's sitting dormant in my fic directory, awaiting inspiration for an ending so that I can finish it. Someday. :P
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You know, you sent me that and I have totally meant to get back to you about it, because I really love that story idea. And I've been thinking about it, I just can't manage to find five minutes to write down my thoughts and send them to you. Because I suck, apparently.
Anyway, poke me via email.
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I'll email you in a bit here. I'd love to get working on that fic again. :)
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Psh. Mommy gene, whatever. Though I guess it's a bit more normal for me not to have one because, you know, lesbian. *laughs*
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Not necessarily. I don't think your sexual orientation has anything to do with wanting to have children or not. My friend's mom is gay, and I think she basically married just to have kids, and then got divorced.
I always feel like a bit of a freak around my sister-in-law and her friends. They all either have or want kids (and a couple of them even went through fertility treatment), but here I am, the only one who doesn't want kids, and I'll bet I'm the most fertile. :P They're always trying to persuade me into thinking that I'll change my mind. I'm like, "Um, I'm thirty years old. I think I know my own mind by now, thanks v. much."
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