Not Good at Nice

Five years ago, Aeryn had been a Peacekeeper soldier on Earth temporarily, at a school where she couldn't read anything and understood almost nothing anyone was saying.

Today, she had been graduated for three years, lived here long enough to at least fake that she belonged here, and was watching a two-year-old fling his food to the floor because he didn't like it.

"We're going to have to have this talk again, aren't we?" Aeryn sighed, not sure if she should be mad at this point or just resigned to the fact that daily mopping of food from the floor had become a part of life.

Talyn shook his head, and asked hopefully, "Cookie?"

There was another sigh, and Aeryn decided she was going with resigned.

[Look, it's the anniversary, of course I'm spamming the flist with my characters. Open for the boy or calls or whatever.]

They'd waited a while to bring Talyn home, mostly because Aeryn didn't really want to subject a newborn to intergalactic space travel just yet. However, they couldn't hang out in the Uncharted Territories forever, and it was actually a really good idea not to stay there for too long, and that meant it was time to bring the baby back finally.

Having become nicely- and wholly- attached, Aeryn was still holding Talyn as they walked into the apartment. "Welcome home," she told him, not caring that he had no idea what she was saying.


[For the babydaddy!]