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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[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.