Gourmet suite at the Arms Hotel, Sunday

[sharp_as_knives]

This was the most crowded Hannibal could recall being in quite some time. There were several children in the master bedroom, one of whom was apparently his, her other father in another bed in his room (yes, thank you, Angela, but they were not a couple here, and you could stop looking at them like that), and Jono's friends on the pull-out couch in the living room.

On the bright side, it was a built-in audience for breakfast. So Hannibal was brewing some excellent coffee while he worked as quietly as possible at cinnamon polenta pancakes, sweet potato & pork belly hash, rosemary grapefruit, thick-cut bacon, and toast from some very good, dense bread he had.

And mimosas for the adults. He had a feeling they still might need a drink.


[OOC: open to those who stayed the night and anyone with a need to drop by!]

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[furnaceface]

//Um... Kathe?// Jono glanced at the little girl in his arms, and then at Kayla. Oh no. //My daughter? C'mere, luv. I can carry both of you at the same time.//

Probably. He was mostly certain he could hold two little girls without breaking at the middle or something.

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

"Daddy," Kathe said, big-eyed. "That girl's got wings!"

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

And that girl had a stupid face. Not that Kayla was going to say that out loud. Because a lady never started fights.

She just finished them.

Instead of responding to the baby because she was beneath Kayla's notice and not at all because she couldn't think up something both withering and subtle enough to not get in trouble for, she just pouted at her uncle. "You don't have kids," she informed him. "You have us. You always said you didn't need kids of your own, cause we were all the ones you ever could have asked for."

This was a grievous betrayal, Jonothon.

[furnaceface]

//She's got wings,// Jono agreed, nodding and bouncing Kathe on his hip again, because ladies, please. //And I have two arms. Plenty of room for two little girls, both of them little girls that I love very much.//

Please no fighting? He was completely not equipped to deal with fighting.

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

Kathe gave him big, sad eyes. "Daddy why's she saying you don't need me?"

[furnaceface]

//Because, er...//

Help.

//Because she's bad at sharing, luv.//

No. Really. Help.

//I love you both.//

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"NO!" Well, okay, yes. Actually she really was bad at sharing. "That's what you said! You said that havin' me was better than havin' your own kids! You said so! You said so! You said so!"

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

Kathe did the only reasonable thing for a little girl of her disposition:

She burst into tears.

[furnaceface]

Aaaand now Jono was flanked by two very upset little girls, and he could tell that both of them were genuinely upset at this turn of events. So he did the only thing he could do, gathering them both into his arms and just trying to pour out all of the love and reassurance he could muster for the both of them to feel.

//No, nonono, I love you, and I love you, you're both my little girls...//

SMALL CHILDREN WERE SAD. THE WORLD WAS A TERRIBLE PLACE AND IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

Kayla's own tears weren't far behind. "We--we have a song!" she wailed. "A song an' an' bedtime stories an' you said that you were ascared to have kids so me'n Nommy were perfect an' an' an'--"

He couldn't have a little girl he loved as much as Kayla! He just couldn't!