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jasonwright) wrote2014-11-27 11:47 pm
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Wright Reunion [Pre-dated to Dec. 1st/Iris]
They've spent the whole morning cleaning the apartment and getting everything ready because today's a pretty special day for both Jason and Iris. His brother John is coming to visit again. And this time, he's bringing his wife and Jason's baby nephew. To say they're both nervous is a massive understatement. Jason's spent the past few days running errands for Iris, picking up food, ingredients, and baby supplies while Iris has worked on baby-proofing the whole apartment, something that's thrown Alfredo and Eric into a tizzy. It's been a bit of a chaos but more of an excited one. Jason can't wait to meet his namesake and he definitely can't wait to meet the woman crazy enough to marry his little brother.
After another round at the grocery store, Jason heads back to the apartment, lugging a ridiculous amount of bags with him as Alfredo jogs happily by his side. He took the dog this time, mostly to get him out of Iris' hair for a few, but also because he wanted to work out some of Alfredo's energy before a baby turns his would upside down. Racing Alfredo up the stairs of the complex, Jason balances the bags on one arm and lets himself into their home, closing the door behind him as Alfredo pants and makes his way to the water bowl.
"I'm back," he says by way of greeting as he carries the bags into the kitchen. There's no telling where Iris has gotten to or what project she's taken up in preparation for the visit.
After another round at the grocery store, Jason heads back to the apartment, lugging a ridiculous amount of bags with him as Alfredo jogs happily by his side. He took the dog this time, mostly to get him out of Iris' hair for a few, but also because he wanted to work out some of Alfredo's energy before a baby turns his would upside down. Racing Alfredo up the stairs of the complex, Jason balances the bags on one arm and lets himself into their home, closing the door behind him as Alfredo pants and makes his way to the water bowl.
"I'm back," he says by way of greeting as he carries the bags into the kitchen. There's no telling where Iris has gotten to or what project she's taken up in preparation for the visit.
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"Babe, he won't eat dust bunnies. You keep this place clean anyway, there's probably not even dust anywhere." He hauls Alfredo into the bedroom and closes the door on the boys. Returning to Iris, he cups her face and kisses her. "Plus, they'll keep Keaton where everyone can see him. It's not like he'll be crawling into cabinets."
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Giving a soft sigh, Iris looks around the room. "Is there anything else we need to do? Or do you just wanna sit and wait for them?"
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"Are you not letting us in because Jason ate all the food already?" John asks through the door. Jason rolls his eyes and moves to open the door. He smiles and John steps through, hugging his brother before he moves to Iris and pulls her into another hug.
"Good to see you again, Iris," he says as Jason disappears through the door to hug and then help his new sister-in-law. "And thank you for having us over for dinner tonight."
The next person to walk through the door is Felicity, a baby bag on one shoulder and Keaton on her hip. She pushes past John, a bright smile on her face. "Is this Iris? I'm Felicity, John's wife and saint of this family."
Jason follows her back into the apartment, staring at Keaton with a goofy grin. "God, he's another blonde.
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She skips out of the way of the group, trying to find somewhere to stand where she won't hamper their movement. "Can I get you guys a drink or anything? Dinner is ready whenever you are!"
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Felicity moves into the living room, looking around before she turns to Jason. "I thought you had a dog and a goat..." She looks a little disappointed to not see them and Jason smiles.
"They're in the bedroom. Didn't want Alfredo jumping all over you and Keaton. Come on, you can visit them real quick." Jason squeezes Iris' arm and gives her a kiss on the cheek before he leads Felicity to the bedroom to meet Alfredo and Eric.
John bounces Keaton in his hands and turns to look at Iris with a knowing smile. "Wanna hold him?"
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Jason and Felicity appear from the bedroom. Felicity moves to John's side, telling him how cute the goat is. Jason stops to admire the sight of Iris holding his nephew before he approaches them both, smiling at Iris. "You two look really cute together."
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"He may be a bit sleepy," John suggests from the couch where he and Felicity have cuddled up. "He gets very cuddly when he's sleepy."
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"We bought a little cot so he can sleep while he's here..." she explains, gently rubbing his back. "And a few little presents too."
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Keaton rubs his face in Iris' shirt, making small grumpy noises to let everyone know he's more than ready to take a nap. Jason's heart practically melts out of his chest at the sight and he places a hand on Iris' back, guiding her toward the bedroom. "I got the cot set up by the bed. The blanket you picked is there too."
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When the table is set, John and Felicity take a seat, admiring everything. "You two really have a nice place here. Maine seems like a beautiful place to live," Felicity offers.
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"It really is. It's pretty perfect for us, I think. Close enough to the ocean for both our needs, nice weather, a good community, and everything is so lush and pretty," she sighs, taking her seat.
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John rolls his eyes. "You're biased. I mean, understandably. But Alaska's gorgeous."
"And stupidly cold." Felicity shakes her head. "It kind of makes running a landscaping business difficult." She eats a forkful of lasagna and smiles, complimenting Iris on it. "So you like Keaton?" she asks with a sparkle in her eye, clearly switching subjects.
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