[ Raleigh loves Chuck; the man is an established cardiac surgeon, prodigiously gifted, frighteningly brilliant and a high flyer; but sometimes the man can be a complete moron where they're concerned. Though, she supposes, it stands in his favour that he learns quickly, like where her employment is concerned.
Raleigh insists on pulling her own weight, even if she earns much less than Chuck; she's fiercely determined not to depend on him, and comfortably secure with herself not to begrudge him for his achievements, but to celebrate them with him, and to give him hell when he says something extremely stupid. She's sure to pay for the shit around the house -- pull her weight where their little boy is concerned, who, in her opinion, is going to grow up to be a neighbourhood pervert, the way he hates clothes, but they'll cross that bridge when they come to it.
Chuck's bathing him (AND IT'S NOT GOOD FATHER MATERIAL IF YOU'RE THINKING OF GASSING THE TOT), and Raleigh's about to kick back and relax when he's yelling for the towel. Raleigh exhales and goes to fetch it, pausing for a moment to watch Chuck with their wriggling and giggling son. It startles her to see how much he looks like him, right down to the dimples in his cheeks. Perseus "Percy" Hansen, she named him (because she liked that name and fight her for it, Charles) and his father make a perfect tableau, and she can't help but smile when she comes in and hands it to him. It means a lot that Chuck does his best even if he's tired, and she loves him for it.
"--daddy!" Their kid crows delightedly, planting wet kisses all over Chuck's face, and it's the cutest thing she's ever seen. ]
Here. [ She makes an amused sound. ] Looks like you need a bath, yourself.
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Raleigh insists on pulling her own weight, even if she earns much less than Chuck; she's fiercely determined not to depend on him, and comfortably secure with herself not to begrudge him for his achievements, but to celebrate them with him, and to give him hell when he says something extremely stupid. She's sure to pay for the shit around the house -- pull her weight where their little boy is concerned, who, in her opinion, is going to grow up to be a neighbourhood pervert, the way he hates clothes, but they'll cross that bridge when they come to it.
Chuck's bathing him (AND IT'S NOT GOOD FATHER MATERIAL IF YOU'RE THINKING OF GASSING THE TOT), and Raleigh's about to kick back and relax when he's yelling for the towel. Raleigh exhales and goes to fetch it, pausing for a moment to watch Chuck with their wriggling and giggling son. It startles her to see how much he looks like him, right down to the dimples in his cheeks. Perseus "Percy" Hansen, she named him (because she liked that name and fight her for it, Charles) and his father make a perfect tableau, and she can't help but smile when she comes in and hands it to him. It means a lot that Chuck does his best even if he's tired, and she loves him for it.
"--daddy!" Their kid crows delightedly, planting wet kisses all over Chuck's face, and it's the cutest thing she's ever seen. ]
Here. [ She makes an amused sound. ] Looks like you need a bath, yourself.