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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 15, 2007 18:28:59 GMT -5
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It hadn't taken him a long time to decide really for he loved the thought of being able to help out with Tristian a bit more and to have an active part in being around their son. He didn't want to be the type of father that was hardly ever seen by his family. He loved seeing their son and seeing how much he grew and learned in such a short period of time. Those eyes of his amazing him too. They were the most miraculous shade and weren't anything remotely close to either Hannibal's or Kate's eyes. He was curious as to what caused it, but nothing made him love Tristian any less.
It had taken him a little while to get himself situated in the mansion. Sure it wasn't a new place since he stayed here the majority of the time when Kate was in the hospital and he was here everyday after work to see the two of them, but he liked to have things that he was used to being around that were his. He knew he was welcome in the house, and that he could use anything he wanted, but he liked some of his things. He was still in that kid sort of mindset. Legally he was 19 years old and considered an adult because he had a job and he's had his own place that he has lived since he was 17 and a half years old, but he was still a kid. He was a growing kid and that probably wasn't going to change for a while.
Sadly, even though he was growing closer to Kate and Tristian, he hadn't been able to drop the addiction to pot. He still smoked it quite often, but kept it away from Kate and their son. He didn't want either of them exposed to the toxins that it held within the secondhand smoke. That's kind of bad for him to say that because he's the one inhaling it on a daily basis. He'd developed a smoker's cough and it affected him regularly, but usually a heavy dose of cough medicine would kill it off.
He slipped his arms into the coat and shrugged slightly, letting it settle over his body. He pulled the helmet over his head and pulled the keys from his pocket. He pushed the key into the bike's ignition and backed out of the parking space at the restraunt. He added some gas and pulled it out onto the road to where he would head back to the mansion where he now lived. His tall figure stayed close to the bike and he had the road to the mansion memorized. It was easy to remember and he'd taken the group of roads many, many times before.
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He road up the driveway and let his feet settle on the black asphalt below him. Hannibal turned the key to turn of the bike and removed it. He shoved the ring back in his pocket where they always stayed and kicked down the kick stand to let the bike stand on its own. He lifted himself off and pulled his helmet off, revealing his slightly messy long brown hair. He ran his fingers through it before setting the helmet on the hook in the back. He shoved one hand in his left pocket and pulled the keys back out with the other. He let the ring hang from his finger as he walked toward the door. He pushed the newly acquired key into the lock and heard the gears within moan to open the door.
He walked in the door, shutting it behind him. And heading deeper into the house to find Kate and Tristian. She was usually always with the boy when he came home, so he figured he'd just look for both of them. When eyes were set upon the couple a smile crossed his face. "Hey, how are you guys today?" he asked with a smile as he walked up behind Kate and let his arms fall around her waist. Gentle lips kissed the skin of her neck.
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 15, 2007 19:04:08 GMT -5
Kate heard Hannibal open the front door and then shut it behind him. After a few seconds Kate heard his foot steps coming up the stairs. Kate had the sound of his walk memorized.
Kate looked up and smiled as Hannibal walked into the room and over to her wrapping his arms around her. Hey, how are you guys today? Kate replied with a smile as he kissed her neck and said Hyper and tired She paused then said Your son has kept me on my feet all day. Kate laughed a little as she joked placing her hands over Hannibal’s. He keeps trying to roll off everything and anything… I tried to hold him and he tried to jump out of my arms.
Tristian cooed loudly trying to get Hannibal’s attention as he rolled onto his stomach holding his head up a bit trying to find his father. The oddness of a baby’s smile showed up on Tristian’s little face as he spotted Hannibal with Kate standing next to the bed on which Tristian was playing with his stuffed wolf.
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 15, 2007 20:12:59 GMT -5
"He's a little action star then, does all his own stunts." he said with a joking smile as he felt her hands rest on his. Hannibal had always been a very active child as well, and nothing could stop him. He'd learned how to escape out of a crib as soon as possible, as well as get himself out of a playpen as well. Nothing had been able to contain him, but he hoped Tristian wouldn't be that much of a problem. He'd brought his mother back and forth from hell. He was a bratty child and a pain in the ass to handle. Until of course his father stepped in a beat him. Then he calmed down.
He looked up with a smile as he heard Tristian's loud cooing. The tones asking for attention from the man that had just walked into the room. He placed another kiss on Kate's neck before gently letting her go and walking over to where Tristian lay with his stuffed wolf. Hannibal picked up the young boy, as well as the toy so he wasn't taking him away from anything. "Are you causing trouble for your mother?" he asked, tones gentle and soft as a smile graced his features. He cradled the small child in his strong, but gentle arms. He toyed with the boy's hands, feeling his fingers hold tightly onto his finger. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 15, 2007 20:26:55 GMT -5
Yeah I guess… Kate smiled as Hannibal kissed her neck again then walked over to Tristian picking him up. Tristian waved his hands a bit before grabbing a hold of Hannibal’s finger. With the oddness of his smile still on his small face Tristian’s vocal’s let out a high pitched squeal of happiness. His pale eyes made contact with Hannibal’s but for only a second before he start swarming around in Hannibal’s arms making it hard to hold on to him.
I think He is trying to say yes. Kate said laughing as she walked over to the two. See what I mean?
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 15, 2007 20:38:57 GMT -5
Hannibal laughed as the high pitched squeal left the little boy's lungs. The smile didn't fade from the father's lips as he looked at their son, his pale eyes wide and curious as he watched the world. Then as if the world was ending he started to squirm and Hannibal kept his gentle hands on the boy, but found it difficult to hold him. "I would definitely take that as a yes, and I do see what you mean. He's a little ball of energy." Hannibal's tones were laced with a laugh as he held the boy for a moment before letting him rest on the bed again. What a horrible fall it would be to fall from Hannibal's arms. He didn't want to imagine the damage a fall would do to the little male. He set the stuffed wolf back with Tristian and smiled a bit. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 15, 2007 20:52:07 GMT -5
Kate laughed as she watched Hannibal put Tristian down. Try dealing with that from six in the morning until the time you get home. Kate giggled as she run her hands around Hannibal’s body embracing him in a soft hug. Then she reached up and kissed him, then Kate rested her head on his shoulder looking down at their son.
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 15, 2007 21:24:46 GMT -5
"I help out when I'm off. Boss gave me a break for the next week, so I can help out everyday." he said with a small smile. He wasn't aware of the full duties of being a mother, but he knew that when he was around it made things easier for her. Yes, Annie did a lot, but the help of the father was crucial for their son's mental development. He needed to know he had a stable family and that his father was there as well. He let his arms wrap around her figure once more, holding her close to him. His tall figure stood over her, but she was still able to reach up and kiss him.
Her lips tasted sweet against his and a small smile parted them to reveal his teeth as she leaned her head against his shoulder. A gentle hand traced down where here spine was and gently came to rest on the small of her back, as his other arm rested at his side. Tristian was a beautiful boy and he couldn’t believe how much the child shared their looks. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 15, 2007 21:44:10 GMT -5
I know you do… hey I’ve got an idea Why don’t you stay home and become a full time Mr. mom and I can go to work for you. Kate laughed at her joke as she looked up at Hannibal.
-Oh god that was REALLY bad-
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 16, 2007 11:51:56 GMT -5
He laughed at her joke, finding it pretty funny. "That would be quite interesting, but I don't think I'd be able to do quite as good of a job as you do around here." he said with a smile. Besides, the boys in the kitchen would be a little weirded out by the fact that their chef wasn't there. Hannibal worked almost everyday and the customers loved him. He had a lot of fun at work too. The guys were hilarious and he loved all the compliments he got for his cooking. Especially when they get the food critics in their restaurant. That was always a tough time, but everyone made it through. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 25, 2007 16:17:21 GMT -5
Kate gave Hannibal another hug I love you, Hannibal. Her words were quiet but yet still happy.
Tristian cooed softy then he again rolled over once more… not enough room… he started falling off.
Kate, without thinking, very quickly tried to catch Tristian before he hitting the ground… to late… As Tristian landed on his side his eyes filled with tears and a very loud scream echoed through the room… who knew a little baby could make such ear splitting screams…
Kate picked up Tristian holding his back and head, trying to clam him down. He screams remained at the same level for some time his face was starting to turn red from lack of air while he was screaming.
Finally Kate got Tristian to calm down and slowly his screams lowered their level and then faded to gasps of air… the normal peachish color started to reclaim his skin. Kate rocked Tristian softly holding his back and head resting the top of his small head against her cheek letting him know everything was okay as soft shhhs… ran softly out of her vocals.
Annie stood in the door way leading out to the hallway and watched Kate handle the problem perfectly. She smiled then turned around and walked down stairs, she was now letting kate deal with most of the things that Tristian need now that she was getting the hang of things.
-sorry it took so long to reply I went to my dad's for a while and he didn't have internet-
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 25, 2007 20:57:40 GMT -5
Her arms fell around his body again in another hug as she said she loved him. He let his lips grace the surface of hers as a smile crossed his features. "I love you too." he spoke softly, looking at her and then to their son. He couldn't ask for anything greater then this that he had right in front of him.
He didn't hold onto Kate as she dropped down to get the baby, because he knew he would have missed. Still though, Kate was even a bit slow to catch him and Tristian fell to the ground, his high pitched screams making it feel like Hannibal's ears were going to bleed. He could never deal with the kid on his own if he and Kate switched places. Meaning she went to work and he stayed here. Yes, he loved their son, but his tolerance level wasn't high enough to deal with that on a common basis. He'd had everything fall proof so that was Tristian could go nowhere.
He was gentle and helped calm his down as best he could, and eventually Kate was able to get him quiet. He saw Annie come in to check, but she thought that Kate had everything under control. "Yeah, I could never do as good of a job as you." he said with a soft laugh, his voice ringing true. He was gentle, and tolerant, but there came a fine line. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 25, 2007 21:15:02 GMT -5
Kate looked up and Hannibal spoke and then gave him a soft.
- 4 hours later-
Kate couldn’t let Tristian sleep until she knew that he would be fine every hour she check to make sure that his eyes were not dilated…. And each time she checked they weren’t. it was reaching toward about 7:32 when Kate finally let Tristian go to bed.
Kate carefully laid him down in his crib then she pulled the side gate up to it full length, making sure it would not fall during the night. Kate had had a long day and was tired…
Kate walked quietly out of Tristian’s connecting room turning off the light on the way out. Once she walked through the doorway she grabbed a sleeping shirt and pants and headed for the connecting bathroom.
She turned the gold handle of the shower and warmish hot water starting pouring out of the shower head. Kate shut the door a bit but not all the way. Slowly she unbuttoned her white shirt and slipped off her pants… pulling her ponytail out she stepped into the warm water letting it flow over her body.
-15 minutes later-
Kate got out of the shower now that she was clean and relaxed she dried off and slowly got dressed… She opened the door and walked out into the room… before she even though about going to her own bed kate peeked in and check on Tristian before she laid down and covered herself up she almost instantly fell asleep….
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 25, 2007 21:49:24 GMT -5
Hannibal had wandered off to go get something to drink while Kate slipped into the shower. He'd taken one this morning before he'd gone off to work, and didn't feel like taking one now for the mornings were always best for him. Showers woke him up and he didn't feel like being woken up. He was tired tonight from not sleeping too well the night before. He slipped off to sleep easily.
------------------------------ 6 months later, 4 and a half hours late coming home ------------------------------
The tall male staggered in through the front door of the large house about 4 and a half hours later then he had been expected too. It was currently two thirty in the morning so he entered as quietly as he could. He smelled strongly of smoke and tequila. He shut the door behind him and was over whelmed with a soft fit of giggles as he recalled the moments that he had just enjoyed. Boy he loved his friends from work. He'd been invited to a bachelor’s party and it was truly amazing. He hadn't lied to Kate when he said he was going out with some friends from work, but he had implied that it would be a very tame dinner party for his boss.
He moved his figure through the dark house, carefully running his hands along the wall as to make sure that he didn't hit anything, but this tactic failed him. Hannibal ran into a table and gasped quietly. He dropped his hands to stop anything from falling off and was able to because there had only been a few pictures on it. He raised his hands to the wall again and made his way into the kitchen, where he'd make some coffee. He filled the coffee maker with water and looked for a light switch so he could find the coffee filters. He turned on the light switch to be blinded. His hands came up to his face to hide the dark optics from the blinding light.
When he removed the pale hands he was stricken by the sight of Kate, standing there in the kitchen. His jaw dropped open, and his dilated eyes looked at her with a blank expression. He leaned against a wall and was completely speechless.
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 25, 2007 22:11:41 GMT -5
Kate face was emotionless but her eyes could pierce through solid ice… the smell of smoke and drugs rolled off Hannibal like waves in an ocean… bad idea… Kate was beyond pissed… she walked closer to Hannibal. The smell getting stronger with every step she took.
Almost five hours late… and you are high?! Kate’s voice was a deadly clam but that evil lingered strongly in her eyes. As Hannibal started to mumble something Kate raised her hand bringing it across his face; she hit him hard enough she was sure it would have knock the life back into the dead… A bright red hand print was left behind were her hand had made jaw braking contact.
Kate’s hand stung but her anger blocked it out for now… Get out!... her voice was still that evil clam as she pushed him backward back toward the doorway. Then She knew if she pushed him again he would most likely fall and she would have to wake up Tony, a young new butler, and have them throw Hannibal out. Kate reached up and grabbed a good handful of Hannibal’s hair walking pass him making him follow her toward the door. Kate knew it was hurting Hannibal but she had warned him that she did not want it brought into this house. Kate opened the front door walking out still holding tightly onto Hannibal’s hair… about five feet away from the door Kate pulled Hannibal pass her making him lose his balance and he fell to the ground. Do not come back until you are clean! Kate’s voice was no higher nor any lower than it was before. While Hannibal was trying to pick him self up off the ground Kate walked back inside and locked the dead bolt, a lock that you can only open from the inside. Only once inside did Kate lean back again the door resting her head back a tear ran from her eye… it broke her heart doing that but where was no way in hell that Kate was going to let Hannibal be in this house while he was doped up…
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 25, 2007 22:41:13 GMT -5
Lips parted to speak and a few soft, slurred words came from him, but before anything else could come from him the hand made contact with his pale skin, and he moaned softly. "Ow..." was all that was able to come from him in a rather whiny tone as he gently rested his own hand on his features, feeling the deep sting that penetrated deep into his skin and stayed within his face. He couldn't even bring himself to speak it hurt so badly. He was stricken with shock and he wasn't himself because of the drugs and alcohol.
Her sinister tones cut into the silence that had overcome the male who stood with his face hidden from any further contact. He didn't want to be hit again, but he was well aware that she might hit him just in spite. "Can't make me leave..." he sputtered in words that still held the clear shock of how hard she'd hit him. He stumbled back a bit, but caught himself before he fell to the ground. He glared at her, his dark eyes appeared black because of how far they were dilated. "Don't touc--" his words were cut off as she tangled her fingers into his hair and grabbed on tightly, forcing him to follow after her. The male's steps were uneasy as she pulled past him, and grabbed at the sensitive area of his head. It felt as though she was trying to rip it out of his scalp, and leave him with a huge bald spot. "Ow ow ow, let go." he growled, trying to get her hand out of his hair, but the more he tried to harder she seemed to pull.
He didn't understand why she was so mad. It's not like he had walked into her house with a joint in one hand and a tequila in the other. He'd left it at the bar and had simply come back. He was going to go to Brad's house and spend the night there, but he came here instead so she wouldn't worry. Now however, he wished that he had gone over to Brad's house. He was quite sure that Brad wouldn't be ripping his hair out. "Left all, what so mad?" he questioned, only a few words of his question being fully understood as the words left his lips.
He reluctantly followed her out the door and fell to the ground as she pulled him forward. "Kate..." he said from outside as he carefully stood himself back up. He fell to his knees again before he was able to get up. He stumbled over to the door and leaned against it. "It cold... Don't leave me out." he moaned softly as he leaned against the door. His hands pulled on the door handle a bit, but it didn't budge at all. "Please..." he begged quietly, his eyes looking into the small peep hole of the door. Dark eyes were then hidden for a brief moment behind heavy eyelids as he leaned against the door quietly, hoping to hear the locks open up. |
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