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storypaint) wrote2009-03-27 01:42 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-03-27 01:42 pm
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Some are Born, and Some are Made (Vanessa gen)
Title: Some are Born, and Some are Made
Fandom: Juno
Length: 165 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writing_game: B Character: Battle-weary +2
Pairing: Vanessa + child gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She rested her head in her hands for just a moment before she heard her son begin to wail, and even with the dark circles under her eyes, she had to smile.
"Christopher!" she said finally, running her hand through her hair, and the toddler stopped, staring up at his mother. He wouldn't know how to explain why he knew he'd gone a little far, but there was something in her nervous gestures that made him pause.
"Please, son, your mother needs some rest," she said. She picked him up and hugged him, but then put him to bed firmly. No bedtime story, even. He just watched, wide-eyed, as she left the room.
Vanessa went to the kitchen and sat down at the table. She had to finish that report tomorrow, and then there was Christopher's playdate, interviewing at preschools, grocery-shopping...
She rested her head in her hands for just a moment before she heard her son begin to wail, and even with the dark circles under her eyes, she had to smile.
She was a mother now. That was all that mattered: she was who she was born to be.
Fandom: Juno
Length: 165 words
Prompt:
writing_game: B Character: Battle-weary +2 Pairing: Vanessa + child gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She rested her head in her hands for just a moment before she heard her son begin to wail, and even with the dark circles under her eyes, she had to smile.
"Christopher!" she said finally, running her hand through her hair, and the toddler stopped, staring up at his mother. He wouldn't know how to explain why he knew he'd gone a little far, but there was something in her nervous gestures that made him pause.
"Please, son, your mother needs some rest," she said. She picked him up and hugged him, but then put him to bed firmly. No bedtime story, even. He just watched, wide-eyed, as she left the room.
Vanessa went to the kitchen and sat down at the table. She had to finish that report tomorrow, and then there was Christopher's playdate, interviewing at preschools, grocery-shopping...
She rested her head in her hands for just a moment before she heard her son begin to wail, and even with the dark circles under her eyes, she had to smile.
She was a mother now. That was all that mattered: she was who she was born to be.
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