Molly balls her fist in his shirt and lets out an outraged half-bawl half-whimper that John always interprets to mean, "You've betrayed me in the worst possible way, and I don't know how I'll ever get over it or be able to forgive you." Rodney's expression crumples instantly, his resolve about as sturdy as a cheap tin roof in a hailstorm.
"Hey, hey, we talked about this, remember?" He lowers his voice confidentially, cuddling Molly closer, hand cupping the back of her head. "You don't have to worry, okay? I'm not going anywhere. Not ever. Not even when you start rolling your eyes at everything I say, and walking three feet ahead of me in public, and telling your friends that you're actually adopted. I swear." He rocks her and kisses her wispy hair. "So, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. Please?"
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Date: 2007-04-21 06:02 pm (UTC)Molly balls her fist in his shirt and lets out an outraged half-bawl half-whimper that John always interprets to mean, "You've betrayed me in the worst possible way, and I don't know how I'll ever get over it or be able to forgive you." Rodney's expression crumples instantly, his resolve about as sturdy as a cheap tin roof in a hailstorm.
"Hey, hey, we talked about this, remember?" He lowers his voice confidentially, cuddling Molly closer, hand cupping the back of her head. "You don't have to worry, okay? I'm not going anywhere. Not ever. Not even when you start rolling your eyes at everything I say, and walking three feet ahead of me in public, and telling your friends that you're actually adopted. I swear." He rocks her and kisses her wispy hair. "So, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. Please?"
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