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dorksidefikerTitle: The Deans
Author:fullmetal_cute
Fandom: Runaways
Table/Prompt: Table 1/5. Son
Character/Pairing: Frank Dean, Leslie Dean, Karolina Dean
Rating: PG
Word Count: 260
Summary: Leslie really wanted a boy.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing, as I’m sure you all are well aware.
Leslie looked at her daughter and pursed her perfect lips. “I wanted a boy,” she said, laying back on the bed and turning her head away.
Frank put the infant back into the bassinette, shaking his head. “A girl is perfectly acceptable, you know.” He secured the dull metal bracelet around the baby girl’s wrist, making her stop glowing. “She’s a blonde,” he noted.
“The midwife?” Leslie asked, determined to turn the conversation to more important matters.
“Taken care of,” her husband replied. “The maid will have a little more ash to clean up, but there won’t be any problems.”
“Good. Now get that thing out of my sight. I’m too tired to have to deal with it any more.”
Frank clucked his tongue, rolling the bassinette out. He paused at the door and looked back. “What are we going to call her, anyway? We need something for the press release… not the mention the birth certificate.”
Leslie grunted. “Name her after a state. That seems to be the thing these days. And throw in some extra letters or something.”
“I hope you’re less surly for the photo shoot,” Frank said, earning him a dark look from his wife. If there had been anything within reach, he likely would have had to duck.
Author:
fullmetal_cute Fandom: Runaways
Table/Prompt: Table 1/5. Son
Character/Pairing: Frank Dean, Leslie Dean, Karolina Dean
Rating: PG
Word Count: 260
Summary: Leslie really wanted a boy.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing, as I’m sure you all are well aware.
Leslie looked at her daughter and pursed her perfect lips. “I wanted a boy,” she said, laying back on the bed and turning her head away.
Frank put the infant back into the bassinette, shaking his head. “A girl is perfectly acceptable, you know.” He secured the dull metal bracelet around the baby girl’s wrist, making her stop glowing. “She’s a blonde,” he noted.
“The midwife?” Leslie asked, determined to turn the conversation to more important matters.
“Taken care of,” her husband replied. “The maid will have a little more ash to clean up, but there won’t be any problems.”
“Good. Now get that thing out of my sight. I’m too tired to have to deal with it any more.”
Frank clucked his tongue, rolling the bassinette out. He paused at the door and looked back. “What are we going to call her, anyway? We need something for the press release… not the mention the birth certificate.”
Leslie grunted. “Name her after a state. That seems to be the thing these days. And throw in some extra letters or something.”
“I hope you’re less surly for the photo shoot,” Frank said, earning him a dark look from his wife. If there had been anything within reach, he likely would have had to duck.