Harper
It aches to hear her say it sometimes, to know Jude will grow up never knowing Phoebe’s face or voice. Makes him question anew what they are to each other every time it’s spoken. He never objects, can’t deny that Maeve is effectively Jude’s mother, but his heart never forgets. He is too loyal a man. All he can be grateful for is that Jude will never have to bear the burden - that he shoulders it for his son’s sake. So he grins and doesn’t dwell on the darker thoughts, reaching out to playfully grab Jude’s hand and kiss it loudly. “No no no, you’re going to be an acrobat like daddy,” he stresses, smiling up at Maeve from his bent position.
Straightening, he obediently retrieves the sling and helps Maeve get into it. It’s adjustable in case they need to swap out throughout the day, but for now he’s happy to be the pack mule for the heavier things. “I hope it’ll live up to your expectations,” he teases as he ushers them out the door, though there’s no small amount of sincerity lingering beneath.
The first thing outside the door is a small horse drawn wagon. Harper grins cheekily and ushers the little family in, taking the reigns himself to get them heading off down the streets. It’s a beautiful day despite the lingering chill, but Harper wants to get them farther from their home - they see these same places all the time, utilizing many as date night equivalents. He keeps an easy conversation with Maeve as they travel, waving and greeting those who notice them from the streetside without pausing in their journey. He slows at the farthest end of the beach, where he hitches the horse and helps Maeve out of the cart. “Some of the fishermen found this little cove recently - the storms broke open the front rock face and it was hollow inside. The water is warmer and shallower so Jude can be with us, and just wait until you see the inside,” he grins, excited for that particular surprise. Taking Maeve’s hand he leads her down the beach towards the water. “We have to wade in, but it shouldn’t be up to your shorts.” Even with her diminutive stature.
Straightening, he obediently retrieves the sling and helps Maeve get into it. It’s adjustable in case they need to swap out throughout the day, but for now he’s happy to be the pack mule for the heavier things. “I hope it’ll live up to your expectations,” he teases as he ushers them out the door, though there’s no small amount of sincerity lingering beneath.
The first thing outside the door is a small horse drawn wagon. Harper grins cheekily and ushers the little family in, taking the reigns himself to get them heading off down the streets. It’s a beautiful day despite the lingering chill, but Harper wants to get them farther from their home - they see these same places all the time, utilizing many as date night equivalents. He keeps an easy conversation with Maeve as they travel, waving and greeting those who notice them from the streetside without pausing in their journey. He slows at the farthest end of the beach, where he hitches the horse and helps Maeve out of the cart. “Some of the fishermen found this little cove recently - the storms broke open the front rock face and it was hollow inside. The water is warmer and shallower so Jude can be with us, and just wait until you see the inside,” he grins, excited for that particular surprise. Taking Maeve’s hand he leads her down the beach towards the water. “We have to wade in, but it shouldn’t be up to your shorts.” Even with her diminutive stature.
When you're lost I'll show you the way back home
I'll stay until the morning comes, and show you how to live again
I'll stay until the morning comes, and show you how to live again
