sith_happened | Entries tagged with juliet

Anakin was on a bench by the playground equipment watching his two children as they played.

Christopher ate sand. Anakin smiled.

Juliet jumped off the step side of the slide--Anakin caught her with the Force and smiled. Juliet blinked: that was not the expression she'd expected from her daddy when she did something that reckless. Being half Skywalker, she immediately beelined for a tree twice as tall as the slide to climb up and jump from.

...and Anakin smiled.

Mellow Anakin might be creepier than scary Anakin.

[OOC: Open!]

Anakin had brought Juliet and Christopher with him to his office hours today. Christopher was sleeping--at least until Juliet discovered the balls full of puppies and kittens, and then her ear-piercing shrieks of glee woke him.

So now Anakin was dealing with a crying infant and a preschooler demanding to keep all of the animals. Ever.

Save him. Please.

Thanks to Jaye's conversation with Juliet yesterday, the little girl was convinced it was practically Christmas right this second, so naturally she was singing Christmas songs as she and Anakin headed for his office.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!"

Pause.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!"

Another pause.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!"

Turned out that Juliet didn't actually know all the words to that song.

Anakin was going to kill Jaye, but he'd be happy to see the rest of you...

Current Music: Jingle Bells. Forever.

Rory had been complaining about her back hurting today, so Anakin had taken Juliet with him to the island. He'd gotten all the way to his office and was in the process of unlocking the door when his comlink went off.

"Skywalker," he said immediately. "Oh....not back cramps. Contractions. I'll be there as fast as I can."

There was a pause.

"Yes, I'll drive within the speed limits."

This was a lie.

"And I'll bring you a smoothie."

That wasn't.

He disconnected the phone and crouched down to smile at Juliet. "I think you get to meet your little brother today!"

Juliet frowned. "No. Big brother."

Anakin sighed as he picked her up and headed back to the car. He figured time would sort that little problem out on its own.

[OOC: And Anakin is not around today. Yay for another Skywalker!]

Current Mood: rushed

Anakin had Juliet with him today to help out in Deadpool's class, so watching Hunger Games footage was out and the little girl with the monkey and goddamn Swiper was in.

"No swiping!" Juliet proclaimed happily, banging on a makeshift drum made from one of Anakin's pens and his trashcan.

Please, please distract him.

Current Mood: confused

Anakin was not alone in his office today, though it might be difficult to spot Juliet among the dozens of toys Anakin had showered her with since Sunday.

Not that he was feeling guilty that she'd been kidnapped from right under his nose. Really. At all. Just ask him!

He was already beginning the conga drum he'd bought her, but she seemed so happy banging away on it. The headache would probably be worth it, right?

Current Mood: guilty

It was time for Juliet's first haircut--her blonde curls had stopped being adorable and had started getting knotted. And being sixteen months old meant that a patient and careful comb-through was not in the cards.

So there the three of them were in a brightly lit children's barber shop: Anakin, toting Juliet and Rory toting the camera.

Anakin was looking for the most competent person in the shop. Juliet was looking at the cartoons.

"Dora!"

Current Mood: nervous

If you asked Anakin, the entire backyard looked like it had been drenched in pink glitter, as was only appropriate for Juliet's first birthday party.

Relatives down from Connecticut mingled around the tables of munchies--both child and adult appropriate munchies--as Juliet made her first toddling steps in the grass, falling over every three paces. The center of the table held Juliet's elaborately frosted birthday cake.

There was a bouncy castle that took up an entire corner of the yard (don't ask if Anakin had jumped on it (because the answer was yes)), and a slightly intimidated-looking man in the other corner holding a pony by its reins.

Yes, Rory and Anakin had gone a little overboard, but did you really expect anything else from them?

[OOC: Open to all, especially relatives and those who have wee NPC kiddies.]

Current Mood: happy

Anakin, it should be noted, was not nervous about the potential disaster that might be walking to his door any minute now.

It was just a family dinner, all right? Leia, Jaina, and Ben.

And John and Tahiri.

And Rory and Juliet.

And five different galactic timelines to keep straight.

What's to worry about?

There was a ton of food and ~~enough rum to blind a pirate~~ drink. It would be a very pleasant evening.

And if he had to mindwhammy each and every one of them to have that happen, well, don't think it wasn't crossing his mind.

Current Mood: nervous

Anakin was in a fantastic mood today. Rory and Juliet had come onto the island with him, and it had been far too long since he'd had the chance to have a lunch date with his wife.

She was currently grabbing coffee at the Perk, leaving Anakin to have an animated--and one-sided--conversation with his daughter as she sat in his lap.

"And the toes are connected to the foot, which is connected to the ankle, which is connected to the knee, which is very, very ticklish---"

Well, no one said it was going to be a terribly intelligent conversation.

The door was open.

Current Mood: happy

Anakin glanced down at the baby in the stroller beside Rory, then at the seemingly endless line of cranky children in front of them, leading to a giant chair and a man in red. "Juliet is in far too good a mood to be here," he declared. "Look. The rest of them are screaming. We should go home."

Anakin was just creeped out by Santa. Shhh. Don't tell.

[OOC: For the fake wife and fake kid!]

Current Mood: bitchy

Anakin was seated barefoot on the floor wearing only his undertunic and pants, his attention focused on the tiny baby on an equally tiny pink blanket laying between him and Rory.

"I know the pediatrician said that tummy time is important," he finally ventured, "but when Juliet can't lift her head yet, it just seems a little...mean."

[OOC: For the wife!]

Current Mood: confused

Rory and Juliet had been released from the hospital today (and the ridiculous plastic bands to make sure no one was going to steal their daughter had been left behind. Anakin was still annoyed that those existed), and the afternoon had been a bustle of getting Lorelai settled on the sofa, the baby settled in her room, and getting Rory to nap at all.

And that was when it dawned on Anakin that a lot of people (like, all of them) didn't know that Juliet was here.

Ergo, email. Hopefully no one was on dial-up--Anakin had gone a little nuts on photos.

To: [FH-Alumni all],[F&F workshop], [FH admin], [FH teachers], Leia, Gilmore Grandparents, Paris, Lane, Lane's Terrifying Mother
From: Anakin.Skywalker@fandomhigh.edu
CC: Rory
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Just a quick note to let you all know that Lorelai Juliet Skywalker arrived very early on Saturday morning (June 13, 2009, for those of you not necessarily on our timeline). She's perfect, as is her mother, and both are home from the hospital and catching up on some well-deserved sleep.

--A

PS: Someone make sure Angel reads this, please? Force knows he won't check his email.

Current Mood: exhausted

After a long few hours in the flight simulator (where he hadn't killed John Sheppard (yet)), Anakin put Juliet down for a nap and smiled down at the solemn little boy who had accompanied them home.

"Should we call your mother?" he suggested.

So I Thought - Flyleaf

Current Mood: amused

There had been playtime, and naptime, and dinnertime, and bath time.

And now it was bedtime.

...or at least Anakin thought so. Juliet, it seemed, had other plans.

Current Mood: happy

Anakin hadn't been about to subject Rory to prom, but he'd stuck close to the island just in case the decorations had decided to come alive during the dance or something.

What? It was Fandom. That wasn't outside the realm of possibility.

He was up in his room, packing hastily and hoping to get up to Connecticut by noon.