Post by Harper Marowski on Jun 8, 2011 18:58:04 GMT -5
So, this is what happens when I get bored. Or I come across a strange circumstance and think it would be perfect. I imagine characters responding or doing stuff in that situation. Basically, I plan on writing a collection of little drabbles whenever I feel like whenever inspiration strikes. Okay? Okay. A lot of these are going to be based off of the Second Generation list I brewed up. ^^
Basically, this first one is a story of the bestest friends that ever lived, Cam and Harper. I got the inspiration passing the baby clothing section of the store, and decided to write this when I got home. Enjoy!
Basically, this first one is a story of the bestest friends that ever lived, Cam and Harper. I got the inspiration passing the baby clothing section of the store, and decided to write this when I got home. Enjoy!
Drabble 01: Shopping (Cam and Harper)
“Harper, honey, I’m sorry, but that color just wouldn’t look good on your kid. I’m sorry, but it… it just wouldn’t.”
Cameron Hale was saying this to his best friend, Harper Marowski, who was holding up an orange t-shirt that she was contemplating having her husband, Gavin Sawyer, painting something like “Mini CHB Camper” on it. She pouted up at Cam, furrowing her eyebrows and letting out a little huff.
“She’s not even born yet. How do you know what color will look good on her?”
“Because orange is just a horrible color on any baby. Just put it back, Harp, we’ll find something else.”
Harper sighed and hung the tiny little shirt back on the rack, putting a hand on her slightly swollen belly and patting it comfortingly as if Cam had insulted her unborn child. She didn’t look upset, of course, because there was no way on earth she could ever be upset with the man who’d been her best friend since she was seventeen. Her eyes scanned the other articles of clothing, and suddenly she grinned as she pulled out a purple shirt that happened to have a kitten on it.
“What about this one for yours? This would be cute.”
Cam took it from Harper’s hands, observed it for a moment, and then shook his head. “Maybe. We’ll keep that in the maybe area of the consideration list. This wouldn’t be my first choice, but maybe if little Harp needs something to wear…”
“Little Harp?”
“We didn’t tell you?” Cam was moderately surprised at Harper’s look of confusion. He smiled when he realized what the issue was and wrapped an arm around his best friend’s shoulders. “Natalie and I decided, well, really, I managed to convince her that we’re going to name this little girl after you. She got to name Addie, so I argued that I got to name this one. Her name’s going to be Harp. And she’s due around the same time as your little Gwen.”
Harper’s eyes lit up as she threw her arms around Cam’s waist and hugged him. Cam laughed and patted her gently on the back. “Don’t hug me too hard now. Wouldn’t want to smash Gwen now, would we?”
When Harper pulled away, there were tears in her eyes. When Cam’s eyes widened in alarm, she just sniffled and wiped them away. “I’m not sad, I’m just… I’m just so happy that you’d think to…”
“Aw, hey, why wouldn’t I name my baby girl after the best girl in the world? Besides Natalie, of course. Come on. Let’s see what else we can find. There’s a reason I brought you to Macy’s and we’re not leaving empty-handed.”
The pair of them went to another rack, and the pair of them split up to search the area with more fervor than before. Harper was determined to find something special for Cam’s new daughter, and Cam was determined to find something for Harper’s new daughter.
At one point, the pair of them were looking at a sky blue dress for Cam’s daughter when an elderly woman approached them. Her wizened eyes were crinkled with the smile on her face as she observed the pair.
“It’s so good to see young couples out with children on the way,” she commented, and Cam and Harper looked up in surprise. “It’s even nicer to see you’re going with your wife,” she then said to Cam, whose arm was around Harper’s shoulders at the time. “My husband never willingly came with me to look for baby clothes back when I was having our children. You’ve got yourself a pretty one there, dearie. I’m sure your children will look beautiful.” And she bustled away down the aisle and turned towards the cash registers.
As soon as she was out of ear shot, Cam and Harper looked at each other and burst out laughing. It took them a minute to calm down, and as Cam was wiping away the tears that came to his eyes, he managed to get out,
“Let’s not… let’s not tell Natalie or Gavin about that, shall we?”
Harper giggled. “I don’t think either of them would be too happy about that either. Come on, now there’s no way you can’t buy this dress for her.” And they were back to clothing mode again.
The pair of them spent two hours in Macy’s, looking at just about every outfit they possibly could. By the end of their shopping spree, they had six outfits for each of their kids. One of the pairs were two little sundresses – both a deep blue. Harper and Cam had conspired that they wouldn’t tell their respective loves that they’d bought matching clothes, for fear that their children wouldn’t be allowed to wear them. So when they went to the cash register, they insisted that the cashier put the two dresses into two separate bags so that there would be no way for one of them to take both dresses home.
Cam insisted on driving back to camp, considering Harper’s pregnancy, and when they arrived back, the two of them paused on Half-Blood Hill to sort out whose clothes were whose.
“You bought this one. Here, take it.”
“I did not buy anything yellow, Cam, I’m pretty sure this is yours.”
Cam paused as he took the little yellow shirt that had a sunshine design etched into the fabric, looked at it, and let out a huff. “Hm. I don’t remember grabbing this one. Oh well. I’ll take it.”
“You bought it because you thought it would be fitting for a little Harper, remember?”
“Oh! Oh, that’s right, I remember. Yeah, this one’s mine.”
A growl from nearby made the two of them look up in alarm. Instantly Cam wrapped an arm protectively around Harp’s shoulders and he started to usher her up the hill. “Come on,” he said, “Let’s get you into camp before something gets us. I don’t think Gavin would be too happy with me if I let his pregnant wife get mauled by a hellhound.”
Harper smiled and glanced over her shoulder nervously, but there didn’t seem to be anything there. But she was still rather happy when they crossed the border into camp. She was about to look into Cam’s bag again to make sure that there wasn’t anything he had that was hers…
“Sunshine Girl! Where the hell were you?”
Harper looked up in surprise to see Gavin stalking towards them. His blue-gray eyes were stormy in anger, and Harper gave him a confused expression as he seemed to zero in on shopping bag in her hand.
“Macy’s?” His nose wrinkled in disgust. “With him?” He jerked a thumb towards Cam.
“Gavin, I told you Cam and I were going shopping because there was a clearance sale…”
“Harp, you’re pregnant. You shouldn’t be up and around the city, especially without me. Something could have happened to you, and I-“
“Before you go blowing a gasket there, Mr. Overprotective, for the record, I would never let something happen to Harper,” Cam interjected with a protesting frown.
Gavin just sent a glare in his direction and came over to wrap an arm around Harper and begin escorting her back to their cabin. As they walked away, Harper twisted her head around and called, “Tell Natalie I said hi!”
Cam just sighed and watched them go before heading back to his and Natalie’s cabin, where as soon as he entered, his leg was viciously attacked by his young two-year old daughter Adeline, who made a series of whining noises that he assumed was meant to express how much she’d missed him. He caught a few, “Daddy”s in her garbled words, and smiling, he set the bag of baby clothes on the counter and swooped down to pick her up.
“Did you have fun shopping with Little Miss Sunshine?” came a bitter voice from the couch.
Cam walked into their living room to see Natalie laying down, looking quite tired. She was supported by at least three pillows (one of which he was tickled to see was Adeline’s favorite unicorn pillow pet that he’d bought for the girl when she’d turned one). She glowered up at her husband as he chuckled and hugged little Addie to him, who clung to his neck as if she was scared he was going to leave and never come back.
“Hey, that’s what I was going to call this baby,” he said, trying to make a joke. But when Natalie just continued to glare at him, he sighed. “Look, we’ve been through this at least a hundred times, ma belle. Harp’s the only one I can really take shopping, and Jules is looking out after little Gabe, so…”
“Shouldn’t she be watching after her own kid? She has like what with that Gavin guy, twenty now?”
Cam raised his eyebrows. “This is their second, and please don’t make me think that Harper’s… yeah, I don’t want to think about her and Gavin making kids twenty times. It brings an unpleasant image to mind.”
“Why couldn’t I go shopping with you?”
“Because, one, you hate shopping and last time I tried to take you out for little Addie you almost clawed my eyes out, and two, you’re pregnant.”
“Sunshine’s pregnant.”
“But Gavin let her come. Or, actually, I’m starting to think she snuck out considering as he came storming around looking for her, but still. I’m in charge of you and I would have said no even if you wanted to go,” Cam pointed out. He kissed Adeline on the cheek and set her down, but she continued to cling to his leg even after he put her on the ground. “Besides. You’re tired. You should be sleeping anyway.” He bent down to kiss Natalie on the forehead, and she squirmed from the affection.
“Get some sleep, ma belle. I’ll put Adeline to bed and make you some dinner.”
But Natalie had already fallen asleep. With a smile, Cam bent down to take his daughter’s hand and led her to her bedroom, where he proceeded to read her her favorite bedtime story – the Lady and the Tramp – and tucked her in to bed as the sun disappeared over the horizon outside. Little did he know that Harper was giving the same treatment to her own little Everett (only she’d read him Ferdinand the Bull) little more than two hundred yards away in a cabin of her own.