They're there still, those gel packs, in the back of the freezer, but he could hardly be blamed for not thinking straight at the time. All he knew was she needed ice, and it was quickest to grab a handful and drop it in a bag rather than dig into the back of the icebox.
The tears he loves under other circumstances make him feel twice as miserable now. All he wants to do is erase them completely, drain them out of her pretty eyes to let them clear up. But it's nice, nice to have her against him, in his arm, warm, like normal, how he loves her.
"Sh, baby, it's okay." One arm around her shoulders, the other hand moves to stroke her hair back from the temple of her forehead, gently, subtly rocking her. The hand on her shoulder pats, the one in her hair tenderly plays between familiar golden strands he loves so deeply. "Of course I'm here with you, did you really think I wouldn't come? I would never let you go to the ER by yourself, especially not after a thing like that. I want to make sure you're safe. Whenever you need me, I'm here."
He kisses her forehead, murmuring, "Don't apologize. We'll talk more another time, when we've both calmed down. For now, princess, just relax. Daddy's got you, we'll get you looked at soon. Everything will be okay. I'll bet your hand isn't even broken, some ice and some Vicodin and they'll have you all fixed up."
Because a little thing like a knock-down, drag-out verbal dispute isn't going to prevent him from being her Daddy.
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Date: 2013-01-09 07:17 pm (UTC)The tears he loves under other circumstances make him feel twice as miserable now. All he wants to do is erase them completely, drain them out of her pretty eyes to let them clear up. But it's nice, nice to have her against him, in his arm, warm, like normal, how he loves her.
"Sh, baby, it's okay." One arm around her shoulders, the other hand moves to stroke her hair back from the temple of her forehead, gently, subtly rocking her. The hand on her shoulder pats, the one in her hair tenderly plays between familiar golden strands he loves so deeply. "Of course I'm here with you, did you really think I wouldn't come? I would never let you go to the ER by yourself, especially not after a thing like that. I want to make sure you're safe. Whenever you need me, I'm here."
He kisses her forehead, murmuring, "Don't apologize. We'll talk more another time, when we've both calmed down. For now, princess, just relax. Daddy's got you, we'll get you looked at soon. Everything will be okay. I'll bet your hand isn't even broken, some ice and some Vicodin and they'll have you all fixed up."
Because a little thing like a knock-down, drag-out verbal dispute isn't going to prevent him from being her Daddy.