MCA0: Sunday Night

[needsaparrot]

No matter how busy a day certain people might have had today (or yesterday, for that matter), at some point after the ice cream, there comes the bedtime. No, really.

[OOC: For the B-word people and eventually someone else. Whose name is not Madrox, Fray, Weasley, Cooper, Blank, Cox, Krevlornswath, or Animal. *waits to see who I forgot*]

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[notlostyouare]

"Not sleeeeepy," Bronwyn protests. Her argument is perhaps slightly weakened by the face-splitting yawn she emits right after sayin this.

[needsaparrot]

"Try that again once more with feeling?" Xander suggests, turning down the blankets on one of the guest beds.

[notlostyouare]

"NOT! SLEEPY!" Bronwyn yells obligingly. Hey, he'd *asked*.

[needsaparrot]

"How can you not be sleepy?" Xander asks. "We're sleepy."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Verrrry sleepy," Bridge agrees. The yawn he makes *might* be a fake one.

[notlostyouare]

"You should go to sleeps, then," Bronwyn says, nodding seriously.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That's the plan," Bridge admits. "As soon as you're asleep."

[notlostyouare]

"But I'm not sleee--yawnnnnnnnnn-psy!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" Bridge says. "Then what was that yaaaawn-noise I just heard coming from somewhere... over... here!" he gives her a poke in the ribs that turns in to a gentle tickle.

[notlostyouare]

"Eeeheee! It was...was...heeee--- DADDY!" Bronwyn points at Xander through her giggles.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I don't belieeeeeeve you," Bridge singsongs. "C'mon. I'll go grab Notzilla from your Daddy's room and then we can get you all tucked away in bed, okay?"

[notlostyouare]

"But I gots 'zilla and Tedgiraffe!" Bronwyn says, scooting off the bed. "They're in my 'splorin backpack, see?" She runs back with her bag, and pulls out a green stuffed froggie and a fuzzy giraffe, setting them on the pillow.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Okay that's... different. She *hadn't* had them with her last year. He clearly remembers her being confused because both stuffed animals weren't here at Xander's. "Oh," he finally manages to say. "Of course you'd bring them. That was pretty silly of me to forget, huh?"

[notlostyouare]

Bronwyn nods, noticing her other Daddy making a confused face too, but not thinking much of it. Daddies are confused a lot.

"I always takes them with," she says as Xander walks over with an oversized t-shirt for her to sleep in. "'cuz Aunt Z says you have to haves backup! And I can't make more me's like she can."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Aunt Z is very wise," Bridge agrees, helping her wriggle out of her clothes and in to the pyjama-shirt. "And you're pretty wise for listening to her." Even if whether stuffed animals counted as backup is sort of up for debate- on the other hand, he can't really argue, since that was the exact argument *he'd* used when toting Tedgiraffe around those times he'd turned small.

[needsaparrot]

"I think you should go to sleep even if you're not quite all that sleepy yet, so Notzilla and Ted have backup. I bet they're tired," Xander adds. Even if their brains, being made of stuffing, aren't quite as discombobbled as his is right now.

[notlostyouare]

"Well, I *guess*..." Bronwyn says slowly. Notzilla and Tedgiraffe did look awfully lonely up there on the pillow all by themselves. So she scrambles up on to the bed and under the covers, pulling both of the stuffed animals tight.

[needsaparrot]

Xander pulls the blankets up to her chin and kisses her on the cheek, trying not to wonder too loudly how many more times he'll have the chance to do this before Fandom does its Fandomy thing again.

"Good night, baby."

[notlostyouare]

"M'almost a big kid," Bronwyn points out sleepily, looking expectantly towards her other Daddy for a good-night kiss from *him*. Which he of course provides.

"Night, night, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daaa- zzzzz."

[needsaparrot]

After they'd watched her sleep for long enough to be sure she really was asleep, Xander turns out the light, leaving the door to the hallway open as a night-light, and beckons Bridge out into the living room.

He points back towards the guest bedroom. "Okay so um?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I don't... I don't even know what to think," Bridge admits, running a hand through his hair nervously. "If going through the portal and coming right back out *did* something, or..." the thought of the portal messing with Bronwyn frankly makes him feel sick to his stomach. Still, he can't quite manage to suppress a yawn of his own as he trails off.

[needsaparrot]

Xander scrubs a hand through his own hair, heading for his bedroom, but shooting another glance over his shoulder at the guest room. "She's ours, though, right? She feels like..." She feels like theirs, but he's not the one who sees sparkles. Not when he's not wearing souped-up Ray-Bans, anyway.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yours and mine, yeah," Bridge finishes. "She *is*, she's just..." a yawn escapes him then, and he hadn't exactly been lying earlier when he'd told Bronwyn he was 'very sleepy'. "I think maybe we should have this talk when we're a bit more... clear headed?"

[zomg sorry i fell asleeps i suck. uh, we could do new post but i've gotta work all morning so, uh. i dunno!]

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah." Xander nods, though it isn't going to stop him from worrying. For all the years he was gone, he'd tried so hard to make sure things he'd found out about the future didn't happen -- how do you guarantee that something will? "Let's get some sleep."

She'd still be there in the morning, right? That's the important part; they can figure the rest of it out later.