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padmé? another jedi? jyn erso? hera syndulla? ahsoka?

so she’s not being a star wars character with him, got it.

HE ALREADY HAS HIS JEDI COSTUME LINED UP.

<—— is ( not ) going as a chipmunk for halloween.

and what, pray tell, about?

ew, full naming him is ( NOT ) it. only his dad calls him that. when he’s mad at him.

yeah, can’t relate. he thinks it’s also kinda a dude thing. he’s just never cold. cue his pickup pulling up now, with ella practically bounding out to see her ( with teddy’s help because of the height to the ground, of course ). it’s been a hot minute, and they’re * both happy to see her.

he’s waited outside for a concert in minus five in a t-shirt before. he spends time on the ice for a living; it’s in his veins. he’ll be fine. it’s just her, but that’s fine. he’ll just bring shorts.

she really is the mvp. oh, they will. ella will have her jacket and scarf and boots, teddy will probably be jacketless and possibly in shorts, as it was sunny today and he always runs hot.

damn, okay. got it — jumping in his truck now, then! and the little one’s coming along, if she doesn’t mind. is there an extra half a brownie for her? teddy’s happy to forgo his own if necessary.

careful, she’s going to make his ego fill the room at this rate. hell yeah; two of of his favourite things. ( well, * three, technically—. ) he was, unless now’s a bad time. . .? ( or if now seems too desperate? )

he doesn’t doubt it for a second. don’t mind him clearing his schedule for the next two hours just for her. no biggie. good luck, eh? is he a good luck charm now?

he is, just kinda grinding himself into the ground with practices and games, and writing sessions on top of it all. and parenting. but — yeah! he’s starving, and would ( * kill ) for a brownie.

oh, yeah? what for? also trying not to be slightly offended that a teddy bear is being picked over him.

and she knows plenty of ways to do that.

she says that like it’s a bad thing. 😏

anyway, he’s out shooting pucks if anyone needs him. preseason time.

thinking about ( and missing, perhaps? ) @dianebowery.bsky.social hours.

well, damn. he missed her, too. a hell of a lot, truthfully. he returns the hug immediately, enthusiastically, even, lifting her slightly off her feet with the effort. oops. he always forgets how much taller than her he is. “i’m glad you’re back. it’s. . . really good to see you.”

nope, just honest. take the compliment, yeah?

. . .except she’s already got that title. well, tied with ella, that is.

the bear’s a little cuter, but he shines up okay, if he does say so himself.

seeing double. 🐻🧸

he tries his best. he’s barely even undone his seatbelt by the time she’s stood next to his truck, and he quickly helps ella out of her booster seat in the back before hopping out. setting his little girl down, he wears a wide grin, then jerks his thumb to the truck. “i brought food.”

good, ‘cause the feeling’s mutual. she’s in luck — he’s very fast when it means seeing her. barely twenty minutes and his truck’s pulling up now.

yeah, since she started kindergarten this week. a bunch of other stuff happened too, but one thing at a time. sure. he made brownies last night; he can bring some.

sure, whatever she feels like sounds good to him, he’s up for anything. probably going to have the little one tagging along too, with her new teddy bear.

lots of shit to catch her up on, but he’s pretty good. some shit hit the fan, but he’s good now. missed her, but he knows she’s been busy. coffee?

. . .today’s the day(!). stream his debut album, maybe?

wondering where @dianebowery.bsky.social’s gotten off to lately. could definitely use her company this morning.

do your worst. he’s the leading scorer in the league for a reason.

consider it done. bring your a-game!

hell yeah, sign him up. keep him on his toes, that’d be good. he needs it.

yeah, okay, c’est vrai. he’s gotta keep sharp over the summer. maybe offer lessons or something.

He’d be offended if she ( hadn’t ) already made some effort to make herself at home in his place by now. After all, she’s hardly a stranger here, and she’s the only consistent company he has, beyond his daughter. “I mean, fair,” Teddy snickers a little, playfully and lightheartedly rolling —

The only question, really. And there’s no valid answer to it, either.

Asking the real questions.

He’s trying. He’s. . . working on it. Work in progress. He knows. Oh, he entirely unbothered and fully unconcerned. If there’s anyone he’d be willing to let in to his home 24 hours a day, seven days a week, it’s her. He’s all too happy to let her in, although he’s not cleaned in —

Oh, he’s just really good at being self-deprecating. He doesn’t really, genuinely believe half the shit he says about himself. Usually. She makes him happy, too. Hell, he’d been fighting the urge to text her just as she’d shown up. The last thing he wants to do is come across as weird or —

Was kind of missing the sun tbh. ☀️😎

Which is true — he’s trying to be. He likes to think he’s not a ( complete ) piece of shit all the time. He feels an electric rush — damn — when he hears her say yes, realising he’d been hoping for it even more than he’d thought. She makes his day, not unlike another very important little —

Damn, and he thought his PR was a lot of work.

And he’s happy to take it from her. Always happy to help. Every smile of hers is pretty, but she knew that already. He bites back the knee-jerk response that immediately invades his head — not the time nor place — instead nodding and holding it with one hand. “Better? You wanna come in?”

He’s always down for peace and scones. Catch him leaning his stick against the wall, and rolling the ball next to it with his foot. In a flash, Teddy’s next to her, holding out his hands. “Hey, can I help? Your hands look — * full.”

Shooting pucks ( tennis balls ) in the alley behind his apartment. Hey, ( * READER ) — careful! He’d hate to hit them by accident.

Oh, shit—! No, not a bad time at all; sorry about that. It’s bounced off the brick wall behind her, and is slowly rolling back to him. It’s the first time he’s had a morning to himself, so he’s keeping his puck skills sharp. Ish.

Shooting pucks ( tennis balls ) in the alley behind his apartment. Hey, ( * READER ) — careful! He’d hate to hit them by accident.

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