There was going to be something very special about the Christmas that was approaching in this particular household this year. No oft-repeated declarations that the little mistress of the house wanted a baby to play with, that much was certain, because the bigger mistress of the house was growing rounder by the day providing it. It was going to be their first Christmas as a proper family - husband, wife, and daughter, with their dog and feline, and the prospect of a baby brother in the new year sometime. And though Lyneth was always excitable about Christmas, she just didn't seem to be able to keep a lid on it this year.
Despite the damp fog that had settled over the city in the last couple of days, she was brimful of exuberance, and unfortunately, Des was the one responsible for corralling her today, while Piper was out. The little girl burst in from the garden, waving his umbrella around, shedding raindrops everywhere and singing at the top of her lungs. "Deck the halls with Daddy's brolly, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!"
Thankfully, Desmond adored Lyneth so much that he just couldn't bear to scold her, even when she probably needed scolding. There was little chance of her becoming spoiled though, as it was all in good fun, and even if she did manage to make a mess, it made Oisin happy to clean up after her (even if he did grumble about it). "Lynnie!" Des laughed as she burst into the kitchen. "You're not supposed to bring the rain in with you!" He made a grab for the umbrella before they were both soaking wet.
It wasn't so much the raindrops scattered from the umbrella that would have Oisin whooping in delight as the splatter of mud from the little girl's wellington boots all over the kitchen floor. She relinquished the umbrella with a cheeky giggle, spinning about to hug her Daddy tight about the hips. No more knee hugs from a toddler - with Lyneth grown up just a little bit more, it was far more comfortable to be hugged by her. "It's nearly Christmas!"
"You wouldn't know it from the weather," Des muttered. He'd been hoping for some snow for Christmas. It just didn't seem right that it was raining, but there was enough time left that they might still have a white Christmas. "Are you satisfied now that Pinea will be okay inside for a few weeks?" he asked, stretching out his arms to collapse the umbrella without showering her with water as she hugged his hips. There was something he wanted to talk to her about now that Piper wasn't there, but first things first.
The little half-Fae nodded excitedly, finally remembering to take her wellies off and leave them by the door. Oisin was on the ball today - he might have been barely visible, but the mud and water was already gone from the slate tiles that covered the kitchen floor. "Are we makin' gingerbread or cookies or somethin' sweet today, Daddy?"
"Hmm, you remember what happened last year when we tried to make gingerbread?" Des asked, as he set the umbrella near her boots to dry. He noticed that Oisin was really on his toes today, but he said nothing of it, having learned the hard way that the little brownie preferred it that way.
She cackled wickedly at the memory of the minor disaster that had been their first attempt at making gingerbread cookies to hang on the tree the year before. Somehow baking with Lyneth always seemed to end up with everyone wearing more flour than had gone into the bowl in the first place. "I was littler then," she pointed out, tipping back her head in a tumble of curls to grin up at her father. "Maybe it won't be so sticky this time."
Somehow, Des couldn't imagine the words Lyneth and sticky not being part of the same sentence when it came to baking in the kitchen, no matter how old she was. He swore she always ended up wearing more flour than what they put in the dough, but he couldn't deny that they always had a lot of fun. "Practice does make perfect, so they say," he admitted, a pushover really for just about anything Lyneth wanted. He bopped her gently on the nose. "Anyone lately tell you that you just keep getting cuter and cuter?"
"Jus' you," she told him with her familiar beaming smile firmly in place, her expression bright beneath those sparkling turquoise eyes. "And besides, Mummy's been out shopping and she'll be all tired when she comes home and we was going to make her something sweet for the baby."
"Okay, what did you have in mind?" he asked, all too willing to go along with her plan. He kind of missed picking her up in his arms and carrying her around on his hip, but she was still small enough that she wasn't afraid to climb up onto his lap or into their bed or ride on his back from time to time. She was growing up too fast for him, but that was only more reason to enjoy every second with her while she was still little.
"Choklit!" Some things never changed. No matter how big Lyneth got, that particular sweet treat was always going to be right at the top of her list of wonderful things she liked to have and to share. "Mummy said there's Nutty-lar in the fridge, and she said that we could make choklit tarts with them, and she left the ress-pee on the board." She pointed toward the whiteboard that hung on the wall, covered in various notes to remind the adults in the house what they were supposed to be doing. Stuck in the center was Piper's recipe for short crust pastry.
"Chocolate tarts?" Des echoed, doubtfully with a worried frown. That sounded almost as hard to make as gingerbread. He'd never been very good in the kitchen - at least, as far as baked goods went - until he met Piper and started playing around in the kitchen with Lyneth. He glanced at the whiteboard, knowing that if Piper had left a recipe there for them and told Lyneth where to find the ingredients, that was her way of telling them what she wanted them to make. "Okay," he said, reaching over to pluck the recipe off the board and read it over. "Let's see what it says."
Thankfully, it was one of the simplest recipes in Piper's formidable array of baked goods. All they needed was flour, butter, and a little salt and water, to make the pastry, and to spend a little time cutting out the round shapes before dolloping Nutella into each one. Even better, it was only twenty minutes in the oven. Piper knew her cheeky little miss very well, and appreciated that Des didn't always want to be dragged into making complicated treats when Lyneth was in the mood.
He skimmed over the recipe, deciding it shouldn't be too hard a task for them, and set out gathering the ingredients with Lyneth's help. "We're going to need flour and butter to make the dough. A big bowl for mixing it up in, a rolling pin, and Nutella." He glanced up from the recipe and over at Lyneth. "You get the butter and Nutella, and I'll get the rest," he instructed.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Daddy Man!" Cackling impishly, the little girl saluted, turning in a whirl of chestnut curls to head over to the fridge. She contemplated it for a moment, and turned back to find the step they'd had to find for her once it had become clear that she was bound and determined to "help" in the kitchen. Little fairy hands heaved at the handle on the fridge door to open it as she set her little step in place, only just getting it open before the little girl clocked her head on the edge as she straightened up. "Ow ....What does Nutty-lar look like?"
Despite the damp fog that had settled over the city in the last couple of days, she was brimful of exuberance, and unfortunately, Des was the one responsible for corralling her today, while Piper was out. The little girl burst in from the garden, waving his umbrella around, shedding raindrops everywhere and singing at the top of her lungs. "Deck the halls with Daddy's brolly, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!"
Thankfully, Desmond adored Lyneth so much that he just couldn't bear to scold her, even when she probably needed scolding. There was little chance of her becoming spoiled though, as it was all in good fun, and even if she did manage to make a mess, it made Oisin happy to clean up after her (even if he did grumble about it). "Lynnie!" Des laughed as she burst into the kitchen. "You're not supposed to bring the rain in with you!" He made a grab for the umbrella before they were both soaking wet.
It wasn't so much the raindrops scattered from the umbrella that would have Oisin whooping in delight as the splatter of mud from the little girl's wellington boots all over the kitchen floor. She relinquished the umbrella with a cheeky giggle, spinning about to hug her Daddy tight about the hips. No more knee hugs from a toddler - with Lyneth grown up just a little bit more, it was far more comfortable to be hugged by her. "It's nearly Christmas!"
"You wouldn't know it from the weather," Des muttered. He'd been hoping for some snow for Christmas. It just didn't seem right that it was raining, but there was enough time left that they might still have a white Christmas. "Are you satisfied now that Pinea will be okay inside for a few weeks?" he asked, stretching out his arms to collapse the umbrella without showering her with water as she hugged his hips. There was something he wanted to talk to her about now that Piper wasn't there, but first things first.
The little half-Fae nodded excitedly, finally remembering to take her wellies off and leave them by the door. Oisin was on the ball today - he might have been barely visible, but the mud and water was already gone from the slate tiles that covered the kitchen floor. "Are we makin' gingerbread or cookies or somethin' sweet today, Daddy?"
"Hmm, you remember what happened last year when we tried to make gingerbread?" Des asked, as he set the umbrella near her boots to dry. He noticed that Oisin was really on his toes today, but he said nothing of it, having learned the hard way that the little brownie preferred it that way.
She cackled wickedly at the memory of the minor disaster that had been their first attempt at making gingerbread cookies to hang on the tree the year before. Somehow baking with Lyneth always seemed to end up with everyone wearing more flour than had gone into the bowl in the first place. "I was littler then," she pointed out, tipping back her head in a tumble of curls to grin up at her father. "Maybe it won't be so sticky this time."
Somehow, Des couldn't imagine the words Lyneth and sticky not being part of the same sentence when it came to baking in the kitchen, no matter how old she was. He swore she always ended up wearing more flour than what they put in the dough, but he couldn't deny that they always had a lot of fun. "Practice does make perfect, so they say," he admitted, a pushover really for just about anything Lyneth wanted. He bopped her gently on the nose. "Anyone lately tell you that you just keep getting cuter and cuter?"
"Jus' you," she told him with her familiar beaming smile firmly in place, her expression bright beneath those sparkling turquoise eyes. "And besides, Mummy's been out shopping and she'll be all tired when she comes home and we was going to make her something sweet for the baby."
"Okay, what did you have in mind?" he asked, all too willing to go along with her plan. He kind of missed picking her up in his arms and carrying her around on his hip, but she was still small enough that she wasn't afraid to climb up onto his lap or into their bed or ride on his back from time to time. She was growing up too fast for him, but that was only more reason to enjoy every second with her while she was still little.
"Choklit!" Some things never changed. No matter how big Lyneth got, that particular sweet treat was always going to be right at the top of her list of wonderful things she liked to have and to share. "Mummy said there's Nutty-lar in the fridge, and she said that we could make choklit tarts with them, and she left the ress-pee on the board." She pointed toward the whiteboard that hung on the wall, covered in various notes to remind the adults in the house what they were supposed to be doing. Stuck in the center was Piper's recipe for short crust pastry.
"Chocolate tarts?" Des echoed, doubtfully with a worried frown. That sounded almost as hard to make as gingerbread. He'd never been very good in the kitchen - at least, as far as baked goods went - until he met Piper and started playing around in the kitchen with Lyneth. He glanced at the whiteboard, knowing that if Piper had left a recipe there for them and told Lyneth where to find the ingredients, that was her way of telling them what she wanted them to make. "Okay," he said, reaching over to pluck the recipe off the board and read it over. "Let's see what it says."
Thankfully, it was one of the simplest recipes in Piper's formidable array of baked goods. All they needed was flour, butter, and a little salt and water, to make the pastry, and to spend a little time cutting out the round shapes before dolloping Nutella into each one. Even better, it was only twenty minutes in the oven. Piper knew her cheeky little miss very well, and appreciated that Des didn't always want to be dragged into making complicated treats when Lyneth was in the mood.
He skimmed over the recipe, deciding it shouldn't be too hard a task for them, and set out gathering the ingredients with Lyneth's help. "We're going to need flour and butter to make the dough. A big bowl for mixing it up in, a rolling pin, and Nutella." He glanced up from the recipe and over at Lyneth. "You get the butter and Nutella, and I'll get the rest," he instructed.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Daddy Man!" Cackling impishly, the little girl saluted, turning in a whirl of chestnut curls to head over to the fridge. She contemplated it for a moment, and turned back to find the step they'd had to find for her once it had become clear that she was bound and determined to "help" in the kitchen. Little fairy hands heaved at the handle on the fridge door to open it as she set her little step in place, only just getting it open before the little girl clocked her head on the edge as she straightened up. "Ow ....What does Nutty-lar look like?"