tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-03:3449455siriusstuffsiriusstuffsiriusstuff2019-03-10T15:28:20Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-03:3449455:10515Kid Tested2019-03-10T15:28:20Z2019-03-10T15:28:20Zpublic0<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;">[</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;">Sterekdrabbles challenge for 02/25/19: “</span><span>cart</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;">, <span>reach</span>, <span>rib</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">”]<br /><br />On <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/17926514">AO3</a>.<br /><br /></span></span><p style="vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Mac appeared at the front of the shopping cart, “Daddy, I can’t reach the cereal I like.”</span></span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Stiles’s heart knocked against his ribs. “Why aren’t you with Papa?”</span></span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>“He was lookin’ at things. It was boring.”</span></span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>“OK.” Stiles scooped up his son. “Here comes Papa now.”</span></span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Looking still alarmed, Derek’s face seemed the only one Stiles could see in the crowd.</span></span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>“He’s fine!” Stiles cheered.</span></span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>“Mac,” Derek’s voice, soft as ever, was parent-serious. “Never walk away from me like again. Promise.”</span></span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="vertical-align:baseline"><span><font face="Verdana, sans-serif" size="3">“I’m sorry, Papa. I promise.” Mac hugged his papa’s neck as the three clung together in the dairy aisle.</font><br /><br /><br /><font face="Verdana, sans-serif" size="3">[Mac is a recurring original male child character in a kid fic series of mine. None of it's posted on Dreamwidth.]</font></span></p><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=siriusstuff&ditemid=10515" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments