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Entry tags:
- au,
- craig/david,
- r
Fic: Of Best Friends and Lunchboxes (1/12)
Title: Of Best Friends and Lunchboxes (1/12)
Author: Viktoria Angelique (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
v_angelique)
Pairing: DW/CP
Rating: series up to R; PG this part
Disclaimer: This is very, very untrue, and AU in fact, so even more untrue! Also, I'm borrowing real people including Dave's wife and daughter, but only the names are real, the rest--completely fictional.
Warning: This part includes het, but not really het. Just, you know, person in marriage.
A/N: I've been working on this one for a while, ever since I first got the innocent!Dave idea. One incarnation of that is my New Cuba RP Dave, and the other is this story. I hate kids in real life, so I don't know why I'm writing a parental fic, but here it is. Oh, and Friday posting should more or less be a regular thing, as it's all written, but due to my work schedule could sometimes be Thursday or Saturday.
Previous Chapters
Dave fingered the Dairy Milk wrapper for a moment, smiled, and considered slipping it into his cart, having a little taste in the car—she wouldn’t notice.
But then he shook his head, continued down the aisle, and reminded himself that he needed to hurry, fetch the milk, a litre skim, block of cheese, “don’t be late now, Davey, you know ‘Liza needs her milk before bed or she’ll get fussy.” He would have laughed at himself, a grown man afraid to buy a packet of crisps or a chocolate, if it weren’t so serious.
Because Kate would know.
Kate always knew, always sensed, always was one step ahead of Dave. She would taste the chocolate on his tongue, that delicious milky taste that he found himself craving like a pregnant lady in her third trimester, now. Then again, she would only know if he kissed her, and these days the whole tongue thing was becoming less and less frequent.
“Natural consequence of having children,” their marriage counsellor assured them with his plastic smile, and Kate grinned back and patted Dave’s hand. They were fine; they were normal. They could go on being a typical Christian couple; all was right as rain.
Dave suspected depression.
“Honey?”
Dave sighed, pressed the mobile to his ear as he fished a few dollars out of his trousers to pay for the groceries. “Yes, dear?”
“You left over fifteen minutes ago. What’s the hold-up?”
“Just driving defensively, darling. It’s dark out.”
He could almost see Kate biting her lip. “All right, well, hurry home, would you?”
“I’ll be right there.”
Dave sighed again, and the woman at the till smiled sympathetically. He loved Kate, of course he did. He loved their little girl, and though some road bumps had appeared as of late, his level of overall satisfaction with his life was fairly high. He had a good, well paying job in real estate. He had a wife, a daughter, a house that was nearly paid for, and a church in which he was involved. He turned the key in the ignition and frowned.
The late-model family sedan purred to life, and its various modern displays lit up automatically—including a GPS tracking system that not only gave directions on command, but also relayed information about the car’s position to Kate’s computer. She had gotten the system installed as a “security precaution,” in case something happened to Dave when he was on the road, but it still gave him the heebie jeebies.
“Dave, honey, you did get skim, right?”
“Yeah, it’s right here.” He passed his wife the bag from the corner store, following behind as she headed to the kitchen, scrutinizing the contents as she walked.
“I’m sorry, love, I don’t mean to be so hard on you, it’s just that her bones are growing and we want her to have calcium but not excess fat…”
“Yeah, I know,” he interrupted, crossing the room to pull on his daughter’s toes and smiling as she squealed with delight. “It’s no problem, really.”
Eliza Jane was only two years old, but already she was starting to take after her father with bright blue eyes and fair curls of red hair. The curls, of course, came from her mother, who was the kind of blonde you would expect to see on the cover of Playboy or the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. In reality, Kate was more likely to be in a feature of Good Housekeeping, but she was still just as beautiful as she had been when Dave married her seven years ago, and he recognized that.
“Honey, I told you about the church building day tomorrow, right?” Dave asked, crossing the room to the large laminated refrigerator calendar as Kate fed their daughter the warmed skim milk from a sippy cup.
“Yeah, you did. I’ll probably be over around noon or so with lunch for the men. ‘Liza has a play date with Angela Houston over in Bundeena, so I’ll take her there around ten and then pick up some fried chicken and potato salad for everyone.”
“And iced tea?” Dave asked hopefully, his lips moulding into a pout.
Kate smiled for a moment and nodded. “And iced tea.”
“Brilliant, love. You’re the best,” he exclaimed, kissing her cheek and heading for the stairs. “I’m just going to take a quick shower while you put ‘Liza down. I’ll see you upstairs.”
“Okay, just leave me some hot water!”
Dave smiled as he headed into the master suite, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it in the laundry bin on the way to the bathroom. He thought back to when he had first met Kate back in school—no one had believed it when he, the geeky kid who liked art and photography and sat in the front row, managed to snag Kate Agnew, the pretty blonde cheerleader from Victoria, in their senior year.
Back then, Kate was a bit more playful, but she was still the same person. Dave had admired her level-headedness, her organization, and her drive. Kate had big plans, and when she managed to find a space for Dave in them, well, that was just fine with him. They were best friends at first, though they did occasionally go on dates, but in college it got serious. At her pleading, he switched his major from art history to business, and they talked of starting a life together.
Kate joked that she wouldn’t marry anyone who made less than $40,000 a year, so Dave set out looking for a job that would please her enough to tie the knot. Kate’s uncle partially owned a real estate agency, and so he agreed to hire Dave as an assistant. A year later, Dave took the realty exam and passed. A year after that, he proposed. Kate said yes.
They were both Catholic, and therefore avoided what their parents called “living in sin.” They went on plenty of dates, but Dave lived in an apartment in downtown Sydney and Kate lived with her parents in the suburbs. She had majored in education, and was working at a day care, but made it clear that her eventual aspiration was to be a homemaker. Dave wanted kids, and had been raised to believe that contraception too was a sin, so he went along with the idea.
After a long engagement, they finally married when both were 25. Dave was a fairly successful realtor by this point—his sincerity and kindness making up for what he lacked in sales drive—and they were able to make a significant down payment on a house, with Kate’s parents help. It was a two-bedroom bungalow in the suburbs, with a third bedroom that could be used as a playroom for their first child. At 28, Kate finally became pregnant.
The first child miscarried, and it was quite a shock for the two of them. It was then that they first joined a church closer to home, and began praying in earnest for a happy, healthy baby. Two years later, their wish came true, and Kate had a baby girl. Dave was overjoyed, and put most of his Saturdays into painting the nursery, building furniture for the baby, and rubbing Kate’s tummy enthusiastically. He had always wanted kids, and secretly he thought the lack of pregnancy initially might be his fault.
Although he confessed regularly, Dave harboured a secret. He didn’t much like having sex with Kate. It was okay, but it was difficult for thoughts of his wife to give him an erection, much less an orgasm. He had been a virgin when they met, and remained one until the day their marriage was consummated. He loved her, but rarely had sexual thoughts about his wife.
When the baby was born, their sex life slackened off, and Dave was almost relieved by this fact. He had produced one child, and he hated to think that his lack of a libido was going to be responsible for their inability to have another. In order to maintain the status quo, Dave threw himself into his work, often coming home late or bringing work home, and got involved with the church as well, dedicating many of his Saturdays to fundraisers or community projects.
This new enthusiasm worked out quite well, as Kate was all about improving the community, and had her own responsibilities to take care of. She quit teaching when the baby was born, and spent most of her time caring for her daughter, decorating and redecorating the house, and getting involved with her many friends, whether it was for knitting circle or book club or Bible study.
Dave decided not to mention to Kate that he knew how and liked to knit, too. He didn’t think it’d go over too well.
After a long hot shower, Dave towelled off and brushed his teeth, sliding into bed as Kate headed to the bathroom and pulling the doona up to the level of his shoulder. By the time she came to bed, he was fast asleep.
Author: Viktoria Angelique (
v_angelique)Pairing: DW/CP
Rating: series up to R; PG this part
Disclaimer: This is very, very untrue, and AU in fact, so even more untrue! Also, I'm borrowing real people including Dave's wife and daughter, but only the names are real, the rest--completely fictional.
Warning: This part includes het, but not really het. Just, you know, person in marriage.
A/N: I've been working on this one for a while, ever since I first got the innocent!Dave idea. One incarnation of that is my New Cuba RP Dave, and the other is this story. I hate kids in real life, so I don't know why I'm writing a parental fic, but here it is. Oh, and Friday posting should more or less be a regular thing, as it's all written, but due to my work schedule could sometimes be Thursday or Saturday.
Previous Chapters
Dave fingered the Dairy Milk wrapper for a moment, smiled, and considered slipping it into his cart, having a little taste in the car—she wouldn’t notice.
But then he shook his head, continued down the aisle, and reminded himself that he needed to hurry, fetch the milk, a litre skim, block of cheese, “don’t be late now, Davey, you know ‘Liza needs her milk before bed or she’ll get fussy.” He would have laughed at himself, a grown man afraid to buy a packet of crisps or a chocolate, if it weren’t so serious.
Because Kate would know.
Kate always knew, always sensed, always was one step ahead of Dave. She would taste the chocolate on his tongue, that delicious milky taste that he found himself craving like a pregnant lady in her third trimester, now. Then again, she would only know if he kissed her, and these days the whole tongue thing was becoming less and less frequent.
“Natural consequence of having children,” their marriage counsellor assured them with his plastic smile, and Kate grinned back and patted Dave’s hand. They were fine; they were normal. They could go on being a typical Christian couple; all was right as rain.
Dave suspected depression.
“Honey?”
Dave sighed, pressed the mobile to his ear as he fished a few dollars out of his trousers to pay for the groceries. “Yes, dear?”
“You left over fifteen minutes ago. What’s the hold-up?”
“Just driving defensively, darling. It’s dark out.”
He could almost see Kate biting her lip. “All right, well, hurry home, would you?”
“I’ll be right there.”
Dave sighed again, and the woman at the till smiled sympathetically. He loved Kate, of course he did. He loved their little girl, and though some road bumps had appeared as of late, his level of overall satisfaction with his life was fairly high. He had a good, well paying job in real estate. He had a wife, a daughter, a house that was nearly paid for, and a church in which he was involved. He turned the key in the ignition and frowned.
The late-model family sedan purred to life, and its various modern displays lit up automatically—including a GPS tracking system that not only gave directions on command, but also relayed information about the car’s position to Kate’s computer. She had gotten the system installed as a “security precaution,” in case something happened to Dave when he was on the road, but it still gave him the heebie jeebies.
“Dave, honey, you did get skim, right?”
“Yeah, it’s right here.” He passed his wife the bag from the corner store, following behind as she headed to the kitchen, scrutinizing the contents as she walked.
“I’m sorry, love, I don’t mean to be so hard on you, it’s just that her bones are growing and we want her to have calcium but not excess fat…”
“Yeah, I know,” he interrupted, crossing the room to pull on his daughter’s toes and smiling as she squealed with delight. “It’s no problem, really.”
Eliza Jane was only two years old, but already she was starting to take after her father with bright blue eyes and fair curls of red hair. The curls, of course, came from her mother, who was the kind of blonde you would expect to see on the cover of Playboy or the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. In reality, Kate was more likely to be in a feature of Good Housekeeping, but she was still just as beautiful as she had been when Dave married her seven years ago, and he recognized that.
“Honey, I told you about the church building day tomorrow, right?” Dave asked, crossing the room to the large laminated refrigerator calendar as Kate fed their daughter the warmed skim milk from a sippy cup.
“Yeah, you did. I’ll probably be over around noon or so with lunch for the men. ‘Liza has a play date with Angela Houston over in Bundeena, so I’ll take her there around ten and then pick up some fried chicken and potato salad for everyone.”
“And iced tea?” Dave asked hopefully, his lips moulding into a pout.
Kate smiled for a moment and nodded. “And iced tea.”
“Brilliant, love. You’re the best,” he exclaimed, kissing her cheek and heading for the stairs. “I’m just going to take a quick shower while you put ‘Liza down. I’ll see you upstairs.”
“Okay, just leave me some hot water!”
Dave smiled as he headed into the master suite, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it in the laundry bin on the way to the bathroom. He thought back to when he had first met Kate back in school—no one had believed it when he, the geeky kid who liked art and photography and sat in the front row, managed to snag Kate Agnew, the pretty blonde cheerleader from Victoria, in their senior year.
Back then, Kate was a bit more playful, but she was still the same person. Dave had admired her level-headedness, her organization, and her drive. Kate had big plans, and when she managed to find a space for Dave in them, well, that was just fine with him. They were best friends at first, though they did occasionally go on dates, but in college it got serious. At her pleading, he switched his major from art history to business, and they talked of starting a life together.
Kate joked that she wouldn’t marry anyone who made less than $40,000 a year, so Dave set out looking for a job that would please her enough to tie the knot. Kate’s uncle partially owned a real estate agency, and so he agreed to hire Dave as an assistant. A year later, Dave took the realty exam and passed. A year after that, he proposed. Kate said yes.
They were both Catholic, and therefore avoided what their parents called “living in sin.” They went on plenty of dates, but Dave lived in an apartment in downtown Sydney and Kate lived with her parents in the suburbs. She had majored in education, and was working at a day care, but made it clear that her eventual aspiration was to be a homemaker. Dave wanted kids, and had been raised to believe that contraception too was a sin, so he went along with the idea.
After a long engagement, they finally married when both were 25. Dave was a fairly successful realtor by this point—his sincerity and kindness making up for what he lacked in sales drive—and they were able to make a significant down payment on a house, with Kate’s parents help. It was a two-bedroom bungalow in the suburbs, with a third bedroom that could be used as a playroom for their first child. At 28, Kate finally became pregnant.
The first child miscarried, and it was quite a shock for the two of them. It was then that they first joined a church closer to home, and began praying in earnest for a happy, healthy baby. Two years later, their wish came true, and Kate had a baby girl. Dave was overjoyed, and put most of his Saturdays into painting the nursery, building furniture for the baby, and rubbing Kate’s tummy enthusiastically. He had always wanted kids, and secretly he thought the lack of pregnancy initially might be his fault.
Although he confessed regularly, Dave harboured a secret. He didn’t much like having sex with Kate. It was okay, but it was difficult for thoughts of his wife to give him an erection, much less an orgasm. He had been a virgin when they met, and remained one until the day their marriage was consummated. He loved her, but rarely had sexual thoughts about his wife.
When the baby was born, their sex life slackened off, and Dave was almost relieved by this fact. He had produced one child, and he hated to think that his lack of a libido was going to be responsible for their inability to have another. In order to maintain the status quo, Dave threw himself into his work, often coming home late or bringing work home, and got involved with the church as well, dedicating many of his Saturdays to fundraisers or community projects.
This new enthusiasm worked out quite well, as Kate was all about improving the community, and had her own responsibilities to take care of. She quit teaching when the baby was born, and spent most of her time caring for her daughter, decorating and redecorating the house, and getting involved with her many friends, whether it was for knitting circle or book club or Bible study.
Dave decided not to mention to Kate that he knew how and liked to knit, too. He didn’t think it’d go over too well.
After a long hot shower, Dave towelled off and brushed his teeth, sliding into bed as Kate headed to the bathroom and pulling the doona up to the level of his shoulder. By the time she came to bed, he was fast asleep.
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