artisticrainey Messages: 1228 Registered: July 2012 Location: Northern Ireland
Karma:
Field Commander Switzerland
The flight home seemed to take twice as long as usual, despite the fact they were in Thunderbird One and flying at top velocity. Dominic rubbed at his eyes with one hand; Scott's request for landing clearance was bliss. His fingers were clumsy as he tried to unbuckle the seat restraint, and he almost had to drag himself to his feet and force himself out the door. He followed Nikki across the gangway to the villa, followed closely by Scott. It felt surreal, not only swinging through the wall to TB1's silo, but backwards, too. He suppressed a laugh; no one else would get it.
"Da!"
His eyes had found the source of the squeal before it had sounded, and an easy smile spread across Dominic's face. Joshua broke free of Tin-Tin's grasp and bounded across the room. His small feet tripped over each other, however, and he fell hard onto the ground, skidding a few meters. Dominic forgot his own troubles and rushed forwards to scoop the child up as the inevitable wail filled the air.
"It's all right lad, it's okay. Sure you're fine aren't you? You're fine. Aaah, you're fine."
The child continued crying, and Dominic stood up. He stilled as he did so, however, and squeezed his eyes shut -- My neck...aiyee...
"Are you okay, Dom?" Nikki asked.
"Yes, I am," he said, as the pain had subsided. "I'm only back two minutes and you're causin' trouble for me already," he said, kissing his son's forehead.
Joshua didn't stop crying.
"Aww, come on wee man, we'll get you sorted. We'll get you sorted."
He nodded his goodbyes to those in the room, and headed back towards his apartment, the grogginess temporarily cleared by the needs of a tired child.
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