Why

Calm is copyrighted to Sallie Drazzi

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"Saaaaaannnndd."

Calm smiled, sitting there at the edge of the sandpit, "Yep, sand for Spot to play in."

"Calm," came Damael's voice, in warning tone, from the hammock.

"Did I say it again, Moonlight?" Calm attempted charm, knowing full well he'd said it again.

A noncommittal grunt answered him, the Kouryou going back to relaxing. Already he was so lethargic, it worried Calm slightly. Of course his pseudobrothersister would smack him about the head and tell him not to worry. Afterall, Damy had pulled through carrying Chance, and that had been a much more risky and unstable pregnancy, this one would be better.

"Dada?" Chance waved around a red, plastic shovel, asking what it was.

"Shovel, shove~ ell~," Calm drawled out. "You use it to dig dirt."

"Why?"

Oohh that wonderful word. Chance had just learned that word, and so far the baby hadn't stopped using it at least once every five minutes. "To make it easier."

"Why?"

"Because digging with your hands isn't that easy."

"Why?"

"Because hands aren't shovels."

"Why?"

"Because hands are hands with five fingers for tickling!" Calm tickled the baby.

Chance squeal-giggled and abandoned the steady stream of why's, for now. The genderless infant stabbed the sand with the shovel, pushing at the handle, giving it the "mad face!" when it refused to come unstuck from the ground. Chance pushed and pushed, and then the shovel turned sand-catapult fired and smattered the baby with sand.

Calm rescued his baby from the evil sand, picking fa'i up by the middle and shaking the baby off a little, grinning. "Are you going to live, soldier?"

"Saaannnnd grr!" Chance wriggled.

That little face was so adorable, the cutest little face in the world trying to look mean and intimidating. And it looked so very familiar.

"You look so much like your mama when he's mad at me," Calm mused, mostly to himself.

"Why?"

Calm set the baby on his knee and traced the features as he named them, "Because you have that little nose that you scrunch up, those pretty eyes just like your mama's that you narrow, that itty bitty mouth that gets all puckered up."

"Why?" Chance blinked, tilting fa'i's head.

"Because you're your mama's baby."

"Why?"

Calm smiled, trying to think of the best way to phrase that, ruffling sand from that mop of pink hair, "Because I love your mama."

"Why?"

Calm turned his eyes toward the hammock, smiling broadening, "I don't think you want me to get into an answer that long, Spot."

"Calm son of S'ilana," came Damy's voice again.

"Lovelove mama," Chance giggled and clapped.

"Yes I do, and I lovelove you," Calm nuzzled his nose to Chance's.

"Lovelove dada," Chance wrapped those little arms around Calm's head and hugged.

"Hmmm," Calm grinned mischievously, "Why?"





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