Alphonse, Emery, & Brianna Hunter
You belong here.
You were meant for me.
You belong here.
You were meant to be with me.
You’ve got the better part of me.
Always have and always will
You’ve got the better part of me, oh.
And you know that I’m right.
And I know I’m asking too much.
And I know I’m taking control.
But, a heart that’s not worth breaking isn’t worth much, not at all.
Isn’t worth much at all.
You belong here.
You were meant for me.
You belong here.
You belong here with me.
You were meant to be with me.
You are the better part you’ll see.
Always have and always will.
You’ll be the better part of me, oh, for the rest of my life.
And I know I’m asking too much.
And I know I’m all control.
But, I’ll give you all I have.
It isn’t much, much at all.
I’m not much at all.
Alphonse jumped as he quickly turned to face her with a slight defensive glare before he relaxed. “Dinnaw dae tha’ Rayd,” he sighed.
Alphonse was never aware of the existence of Father’s Day. Yes, he realized it was a holiday but he never had a father to celebrate it with. So, he zoned out the holiday’s existence entirely.
He hummed as his eyes opened slowly at Em’s kiss and yawned a bit. “Moornin’ hen,” he mumbled with a light smile.
A bright smile broke of Emery’s features when Alphonse responded. “‘Appeh Father’s day,” she told him softly, making sure to keep her tone low so as to not disturb the still sleeping baby. She shifted and sat of the edge of the bed as she ran a hand through his messy bedhead.
Emery nodded towards the tray at the end of the bed. “Ah made ya breakfas’,” she told him, still having a hard time keeping the smile off her face.
“Fathers Deh?” he asked tiredly as it hit him, though he had to admit seeing Em as happy and excited as she was now. It made him crack a light smile as he leaned into her touch. “Thenk ye hen.”
Emery woke early, leaving Alphonse and Brianna asleep in the bed. Today was a special day for the woman who had lived all over the world. She was going to pick up a rather American tradition, and since they’d moved to the States it seemed like the right thing to do.
Father’s day. Emery had never had a reason to celebrate it. Never thought she would, until Alphonse had surprised her and gifted the massive ring on her finger and his adopted surname. Emery leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to both the baby and Alphonse’s foreheads, leaving them for the moment as she went to make Alphonse breakfast. She didn’t get terribly fancy with it, simple eggs, bacon, toast, and jam. Coffee was added to the tray along with a little box. It wasn’t much as Emery didn’t want to spend any of the money Alphonse had saved up to keep them floating until they could get everything sorted out.
Excitement played along her lips as she padded back to their bedroom, tray balanced in her hands before she sat it on the end of the bed, so as it couldn’t be easily knocked off. Stepping around the mess of blankets on the the floor - she’d fold those later - she leaned down to kiss Alphonse gently on the lips. “Wake oop, sleepeh,” Emery mumbled happiness keeping her from letting him sleep longer. And she was being selfish, wanting to spend time with him alone before Brianna awoke also.
Alphonse was never aware of the existence of Father’s Day. Yes, he realized it was a holiday but he never had a father to celebrate it with. So, he zoned out the holiday’s existence entirely.
He hummed as his eyes opened slowly at Em’s kiss and yawned a bit. “Moornin’ hen,” he mumbled with a light smile.
“Moornin’,” he smiled lightly as he kissed the top of her head, not bothering to try and get more information from her. They both were in the same job, so he understood her being apprehensive to not tell him something. “Hoo’ ye fehlin’ thes moornin’?”
Emery smiled lightly at the little kiss, closing her notebook, and setting the pen on top of it. “Soore,” she told him truthfully, tipping her head back to look up at him, amused in the change of height now. If she had been standing Emery would have been the tallest. ”An’ ya?” Emery would keep the subject of work silent unless it involved him directly.
“Ah’m joos’ a wee tahered es all,” he assured as he looked down at ther with a soft smile. He wasn’t sure how much he enjoyed being taller than her, but he did enjoy it nonetheless. “Yer soore? Dooes et have soomethayn t’ dae weth meh?”
“Well, that is certainly a face I’ve missed seeing.”
“Disappear for a few months and I had begun to think something tragic happened to you, Mister Hunter.”
“Tha’ sae lass? Wayll, Sorreh.”
“Ah gawt a bad joob, aynvoolved a lawt oof blackmehl an’ had t’ gayt rehd oof th’ bastrit mahsaylf whayn Ah coul’. Sorreh lass.”
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“Hen? Ayverethin’ gaein’ alraht?” Alphonse asked as he leaned on her desk, not meaning to break her concentration if she was but something seemed off as she was thinking. Maybe he was just because he had someone to worry about, and it made him…a bit sensitive.
She glanced up quickly at the sound of Alphonse, almost having forgotten that he was here, that in tune to what she was doing. Not that she could ever really forget about him. Her body wouldn’t let her, oh no. “Woork,” Emery told him rather vaguely. Not any slight to him, just merely how she was. “Good moornin’,” she ended giving him a warm smile.
“Moornin’,” he smiled lightly as he kissed the top of her head, not bothering to try and get more information from her. They both were in the same job, so he understood her being apprehensive to not tell him something. “Hoo’ ye fehlin’ thes moornin’?”
Emery kept popping her lips in contemplation as she tapped a pen along the blank page of a notebook, her tea sitting beside her getting cold as she ignored it, surprisingly. Her right foot tapped along with the pen, both beating out a steady four-beat rhythm.
“Hen? Ayverethin’ gaein’ alraht?” Alphonse asked as he leaned on her desk, not meaning to break her concentration if she was but something seemed off as she was thinking. Maybe he was just because he had someone to worry about, and it made him…a bit sensitive.
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I WILL SMITE ALL FIRE ANTS!!!
|| I actually am like really allergic because as a child I played in a fire ant hill (I was like 2) and was practically eaten alive. So each time I get bit now, it just gets worse and worse. -flops-
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I WILL SMITE ALL FIRE ANTS!!!
|| I actually am like really allergic because as a child I played in a fire ant hill (I was like 2) and was practically eaten alive. So each time I get bit now, it just gets worse and worse. -flops-
