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Post by clairebear3232 on Sept 10, 2009 1:23:40 GMT -5
❃![]() ![]() ]http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa251/RecklessinForks3232/IMG_0498-1.jpg [/IMG] Claire  Bear ❃[/color] When her aunt Emmy picked her up that day, her twin sister Lily ended up coming too. It was rare that Lily went to her aunt's house because she had been going through a phase where she was permanently attached to her mother's leg and would literally refuse to let go.
Their aunt had told Claire that she was going over to Paul's house. Which happened sometimes if Rachael was there, but today Rachael wasn't there. Paul was going to be watching Claire all by himself. Lily was going to stay with their aunt and learn how to plant a flower garden, something Claire had no interest in anyway.
"You have to be good for him Claire. He's not used to kids." Claire giggled, her aunt Emmy had just said the worst thing possible. You NEVER tell child that the person they are about to go and stay with cannot handle children.
Claire was the kind of kid that would get into mischief if left alone for any length of time and she had a feeling she'd be able to convince Paul with the phrase: 'Mommy let me do it." ((example: Mommy let's me jump on the couch))
Emily knew her niece far to well however to accept her little giggle as an answer.
"Claire." Emily's voice took on the mommy tone and Claire smiled like a little angel.
"Claire good girl." She said brightly, "Claire love Paul."
Truth be told Claire had only played with Paul, he'd never had to be responsible for taking care of her.
Claire was only two years old, although fully potty trained ((Yay for girl's training earlier)) she still couldn't do much on her own. She couldn't make her own food and even sometimes gave people a hard time about eating. If she didn't want to take a nap, she'd be tired and fussy and beg to stay up. The last thing was Paul had never had to discipline the little girl before. She was probably going to test out how far she could push him. ((Not so yay for kids trying this on you))
It was going to be an interesting day.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 10, 2009 8:52:22 GMT -5
Oh. Dear. God. Today was not a day Paul Moran was looking forward to. He was going to have to do something that he had never done before, and the worst part was that he had to do it by himself. He would have called Rachael, had she not been out of town. Though they had only been going out for a few weeks, he would not have been the least bit shy to invite her over to help watch Claire. He did not like kids . . . he found then whiny, fussy, loud, irritating and far to energetic for their own good. It was why he had been so reluctant to watch the little infant . . . but Paul knew that they would not have come to him if they had any other choice. He was the last resort . . . if they came to him, they were desperate.
When the door bell rang, he wished for the last hope that something had changed in plans and that he didn't have to watch Claire. But when he opened the door and saw her mom and the small child standing alongside her, he knew that this was it. He stared at it -- yes, he referred to the child as it -- and wondered how hard this could be. He had a dog; taking care of a kid was like the same thing . . . right? He could do this. Paul Moran could do anything. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't incompetent. "Hey. So how long are you gonna be gone for?" He asked, averting his stare at Claire to her mother. He was going to be counting down the minutes . . . hell, he was going to be counting down the seconds! Paul had his game face on . . . he was ready.
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Post by clairebear3232 on Sept 10, 2009 20:22:16 GMT -5
 Claire's mom April bounced the little girl, getting a better grip on her in hr arms.
"Are you sure your okay with this?" April asked skeptically, Emily had convinced her sister that Paul would be able to take care of her little daughter but according to his face and his eagerness for the little girl to leave, April wasn't so sure.
"Claire fine momma." Claire assured her, leaning in to give her mother a kiss on the cheek.
April frowned but handed Claire over to Paul. She had no where else to turn too.
She dug through her pocket and handed him a scrap of paper as well.
"Thats my number, call if you need anything." She insisted, "Claire's been going through this stage where she misbehaves. Just tell me if she does anything." April looked at Claire her eyes all serious.
"You be a good girl for Paul Claire, he's going to tell me if you're bad." April warned.
Claire smiled her most angelic smile.
"Claire be good girl momma." She promised
April handed Paul a pink bag.
"Theres food in there, toys and if you can get her to take a nap theres a blanket and a little bear that Quil gave her in there. She won't sleep with out them." April smiled, blowing a kiss to her daughter she began to go down the drive. Then she stopped and turned around. "Thanks for this Paul! Your a life saver!" She called.
Once she was gone Claire looked at Paul, the angelic smile still glued to her face.
"Hi, what we do?" Claire asked
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 10, 2009 21:47:18 GMT -5
NO! Paul was not sure if he was able to do this . . . wait. Was a two year old making him question his capabilities?! Never again. Paul would do this, just to prove to all those people who laughed at the notion of him babysitting, that he could. "No worries. I'll be fine." He took her number and immediately put it into his pocket so that he would not lose it. This was going to be of paramount importance today. Woah . . . a stage . . . of misbehaving?!. . . Perfect. Absolutely perfect. "Don't worry. Seriously." He didn't trust the kid. That angelic smile. That innocence. He had seen how kids really are . . . he knew how deceptive they could be. He was going to be firm though. That's all kids need, discipline. Unfortunately, Paul had no idea how to do that . . . but how hard could it be?
At the mention of Quil, Paul had to hold back a laugh. He had forgot about his pedophilic pack member. He would have to tell Quil about this, or well, Quil would be able to figure it out for himself. Oddly, the fact that Paul could use this babysitting session to get on Quil's nerves suddenly made him more excited rather than uncertain. Getting under people's skin was a hobby for Paul. . . the more ammo he had, the better. Paul waves good bye to Claire's mother and waited until she was in the car, and drove off, before closing the door and staring down at the child, gripping the pink bag in his hand. "Alright kid, listen up. You got two options. One, you can take a nap with your bear." Paul refused to use the word teddy. "Second option, you can go sit on that couch over there and play a game called, how quiet and still can you be until your mom gets back. Pick one."
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Post by clairebear3232 on Sept 11, 2009 0:20:23 GMT -5
Claire giggled at Paul and wrapped her little arms around his neck.
Completely ignoring his options.
She nuzzled her face by his neck and then she giggled a shrill little laugh that probably hurt his ears because she saw a puppy!
"Puppy!" She shrieked a huge grin on her face, "Claire see puppy!" She ordered struggling in Paul's arms.
"Down!" She begged putting both hands on the sides of his face and looking him in the eyes.
"Please down." She asked her voice quieter, sweeter.
((Sorry it's short I'm stuck! Paul is too tall! I can't get down without dying lol))
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 11, 2009 10:20:12 GMT -5
Now she was clinging on to him?! This was definitely not one of the options he had presented her with. It only got worse . . . as a high pitch shriek filled his ear. "Son of a bi------scuit!" Her mother would murder him if he started cursing in front of the infant. Paul may not know much about children, but he at least knew that swearing was not a good idea. But that scream! He would have sworn she killed his eardrum and had he not been able to heal himself, he would have been deaf in one ear. All over a dog?! Dumb kid.
"Yeah, yeah. Go down." He had no desire to keep her in his arms. He bent down and plopped the kid on the floor. He then went over to Murtaugh and scratched him behind the ear. "Sorry boy. If she annoys you try not to bite her." Murtaugh was not in fact a violent dog. He was a rather friendly one, but Paul was sympathetic towards him. "Pet the dog once, then go to bed. Thats the deal. No negotiations kid." He talked to her as if he was talking to someone his own age. He was not going to break out in baby talk . . . he had his pride. . . sort of.
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Post by clairebear3232 on Sept 11, 2009 16:12:45 GMT -5
What did son of a biscuit mean? Claire didn't think Paul was making any sense.
Once Claire's feet hit the floor she walked toward the puppy. Tripping over her own feet a couple times in the process. her mother had dressed her in her sister's shoes again, which were too big and didn't fit correctly.
The dog had laid down when Paul scratched his ears. Claire got down to put her face next to the dog's.
"Puppy pretty." She whispered to him, and gently for a child her age kissed the puppy on the nose. It was wet and cold which made her giggle.
She then slid to the dogs side and awkwardly hugged him her little arms not fitting around him, being that he was a German Shepard and far bigger than the little girl.
"What Puppy name?" She asked looking up at Paul with her large dark eyes.
She laid down next to the dog, curling into his side and burying her face in his fur. She was used to Quil in his wolf form and curling up next to him like a little wolf cub would when she slept. Not that she was about to sleep now. The thought was ridiculous.
"No. Claire no sleep." She told Paul quite firmly. Then she put one finger in her mouth and giggled, looking at Paul to see his reaction.
She wasn't afraid of him getting angry. She'd never been yelled at or hit in her life. Although her mother had yanked her around one time, causing Claire to burst into tears. She was tinnier than her twin sister and she had Quil, so she considered herself to be the princess. If Paul did any of these things to her, he'd better be ready for the fit of his life.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 13, 2009 19:19:43 GMT -5
Paul just stared at the kid, as she tripped over her own two feet. He knew nothing about them. Nothing. She seemed like a clumsy kid though -- since he was unaware of the fact that she was still learning to walk at her stage of development -- . And this was the kid that Quil was going to spend the rest of his life with? Oh how Paul was going to give him hell after this. "His name's Murtaugh." He kept watching her, and as she curled up next to him, he hoped she was planning on taking a nap. . . . only to have her state the opposite. Stubborn little thing wasn't she? "Maybe you should sleep. Look how comfy you are. Just close your eyes and count sheep, or dancing teddy bears, or whatever works for you. Just go to bed kid. You'll feel better when you wake up." And so would he, because hopefully by then, her mother would be here to pick her up.
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Post by clairebear3232 on Sept 13, 2009 23:01:09 GMT -5
Claire frowned, her little face scrunching up in as much of an angry face as she could get it.
"Claire NO sleep." She stated again.
Why didn't he understand that?
She got up and then promptly fell down again.
She looked down at her sister's shoes in frustration. Why was her mother always doing this?
She struggled for a few moments with the ties until they came undone.
Now Claire was barefoot, besides the tights she had covering her feet and had more traction on the rug.
She leaned down and kissed the puppy again, there was no way in hell the little girl could say that name.
As if to prove she wasn't tired she got up and began to run in circles around Paul, her long hair flying behind her like a victory flag.
"Paul play!" She giggled
Stopping for a moment to look up into his eyes and smile.
He hadn't gotten her too angry yet, if he continued to insist she take a nap she was probably going to find a way to get into trouble though.
She didn't care if she was being a bad girl with Paul Moran, he wasn't being very nice anyway.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 16, 2009 21:26:48 GMT -5
Dorky kid. She was going to have some real balancing issues when she was older. He looked at the hyper little firecracker run around. "Listen . . . kid. No play time." Oh wait. Maybe Paul could make sleeping into a game. "Actually, lets play a game called, who can fall asleep first. If you win, I'll give you a biscuit." Yes. Paul definitely was treating her as if he were taking care of his dog. Only, his dog usually listen when food was the reward. "Jeez, I'm gonna suggest your mom give you a decaf next time." With that, he made his way over to the couch, half lying down. "Look! I'm winning." Paul began to close his eyes, slowly, trying to keep them open . . . if he stayed like this for the next five minutes, he was really going to fall asleep.
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Post by clairebear3232 on Sept 16, 2009 22:47:12 GMT -5
Claire frowned stopping mid step to look up at Paul her eyes confused. No games? Was he insane? She was TWO if you didn't entertain a two year old they would find ways to entertain themselves.
Claire was particularly fond of sources of water. Maybe she'd turn on the tub and make a swimming pool in the bathroom? Or maybe she'd pretend to be her aunt Emily and try to cook something in the kitchen. The possibility's were endless, but she wasn't ready to give up on Paul just yet. He was an entertainment source as well.
What was a biscuit? Claire had no idea what that was but Paul kept saying something about biscuits. Son of a biscuit...what the heck was she missing?
"Paul go to sleep?" Claire asked moving closer to him a shark in the water, her little hands curled up next to her face as if she were impersonating a mouse.
She slowly got out of his range of vision. Than POP! Jumped on top of Paul wrapping her little arms around his back. Although they didn't fit, he had some broad shoulders.
"No nap!" She cried giggling
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 17, 2009 11:16:20 GMT -5
Paul was in a haze, he fought to keep his eyes upon until he lost that battle and slowly began to drift away into a nice . . . . . peaceful . . . . serene . . . . . . AHH! She jumped on him! Freakin' kid! Paul let out a loud, exaggerated groan, annoyed by the constant disturbance. "Hey kid, what happened to going to bed? You aren't gonna get a cookie if you keep this up." Had he promised her a biscuit, or a cookie? He couldn't remember. He would just toss her one of Murtaugh's doggy biscuits. He was in an awkward position. "What do you want me to do kid?" He asked, wondering if she'd actually give him a decent answer. He was seriously hoping she said 'sleep'! "If you get off me, I'll give you a treat." Kids liked that sort of bribery, right?
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Post by clairebear3232 on Sept 21, 2009 18:14:30 GMT -5
So she'd get a cookiw if she slept...it was tempting but not going to happen. She knew that her aunt Emmy had cookies and at her house she couldhave one without taking a nap, so she'd get a cookie before the day was out any way.
"Claire want play! Princess!" She slid off of Paul's back, not being very careful about it, two year olds tend to be a little bad at guessing that their elbows in your back might hurt, and racedtoward the bag her mom had left for her.
She pulled out her dress up stuff and placed it in the center of the floor.
One crown for her, and a princess dress. Then one crown for Paul.
"Claire princess, Paul prince." She said.
She looked up at him her eyes all excited and cute, then paced him the purple crown with the gem on top that played music if you pressed on it.
She put her own crown on, a pink one with sparkles all over it and the 'princess' dress, which was Sleeping Beauty's pink gown.
She had all but forgotten about Paul's treat.
((ooc: Ugh a dog treat? ha ha ha, Claire would pick it up and automatically give it to Murtaugh, and then hold out her hand to Paul like, wheres mine? Although my step mom admitted to eating them as a kid..can't see myself doing so. Yay for being a vegetarian if dared to eat something such as a dog treat I get to say, "I literally can't, theres meat in that and I'd get sick."  I love being a veggie.))
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I love being a veggie.))