haha, babyfic! maybe they could take in an abandoned Aboriginal baby or something? (it seems like the kind of thing Laurence would do, not at all realizing what a shit-ton of work babies are.) the only thing that could be better would be mpreg.
...don't look at me like that.
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"Laurence," Tharkay asked, with absolutely no inflection, "is that a baby?"
"Her whole family has died of smallpox!" Laurence said defensively. "There was no-one to take her in."
"And so... you decided that you were somehow qualified to raise an infant?"
"Well, better than letting her starve to death," Laurence snapped. He tightened his grip on the baby; the increased pressure woke her, and she immediately began to wail.
"Oh, no," Laurence said. He stared down at her blankly. "What do I do?"
"How should I know? I've never had a baby!"
"Oh, now, now, who's a sweet little darling?" Granby cooed, swooping down to lift the baby out of Laurence's grasp. She stopped screaming, seemingly more out of confusion than anything else. "Who's a lovely, lovely sweet girl? Whatever is the matter, sweetheart? Are you hungry, hmm?" He bounced her up and down a little, and she settled with a final, uncertain hiccup. "Well, let's get you to the kitchens and find you something to eat, shall we?"
"John," Laurence said.
"Oh, there's no need to worry, Laurence; I helped my mother with my younger sisters, you know." Granby flashed him a quick smile and carried the baby off in the direction of the kitchens. Laurence could hear him crooning to her until he turned the corner.
"I hope you're happy now," Tharkay said awfully. "By the time he's done feeding it, he'll be attached. We'll never be rid of that baby now."
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Re: man, i'm a wee bit tipsy and overtired. sorry in advance if this comment comes out crazy!
Date: 2009-04-04 10:53 pm (UTC)...don't look at me like that.
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"Laurence," Tharkay asked, with absolutely no inflection, "is that a baby?"
"Her whole family has died of smallpox!" Laurence said defensively. "There was no-one to take her in."
"And so... you decided that you were somehow qualified to raise an infant?"
"Well, better than letting her starve to death," Laurence snapped. He tightened his grip on the baby; the increased pressure woke her, and she immediately began to wail.
"Oh, no," Laurence said. He stared down at her blankly. "What do I do?"
"How should I know? I've never had a baby!"
"Oh, now, now, who's a sweet little darling?" Granby cooed, swooping down to lift the baby out of Laurence's grasp. She stopped screaming, seemingly more out of confusion than anything else. "Who's a lovely, lovely sweet girl? Whatever is the matter, sweetheart? Are you hungry, hmm?" He bounced her up and down a little, and she settled with a final, uncertain hiccup. "Well, let's get you to the kitchens and find you something to eat, shall we?"
"John," Laurence said.
"Oh, there's no need to worry, Laurence; I helped my mother with my younger sisters, you know." Granby flashed him a quick smile and carried the baby off in the direction of the kitchens. Laurence could hear him crooning to her until he turned the corner.
"I hope you're happy now," Tharkay said awfully. "By the time he's done feeding it, he'll be attached. We'll never be rid of that baby now."
~should be shot~