[Deacon] Family Visitation?

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor nodded slowly, sighed. He hadn't even managed to grab what he'd been trying to. But it didn't matter, it could wait. And now he was down a phone. Eyes closed and he hugged Deacon close carefully.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon hugged him gently, then carefully stood up. He walked into the kitchen, going through the cabinets. "Beans." Bandit said from the couch, climbing out of Connor's lap to look over the back of the sofa.

"It's too late to make beans." He said.

"Chicken." She said, and he walked over to the fridge.

"You want chicken, Connor?" He asked, opening the freezer.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Sure.." Connor breathed, feeling a little better than before. He tilted his head to smile up at Bandit faintly. "H-hey baby..."

[deacon reid rudman]

"Hey daddy!" She exclaimed, leaning over to give him a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a tight squeeze. Deacon pulled the chicken from the freezer, putting it in the sink so it could defrost. He walked over to the two of them, poking Bandit's cheek. "That's my daddy." He said, and she shook her head.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor closed his eyes, amazed that he could call the little girl his daughter. He hugged her close, careful not to hurt his hand, and looked up when Deacon spoke.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon smiled, his dull green eyes slowly brightening. He walked upstairs, grabbing the laundry basket. He pulled it downstairs, and out into the laundry room so he could start washing their clothes. Bandit sat down in Connor's lap, pulling his good hand into her lap to play with his fingers.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor watched him go, then turned his attention to Bandit again, kissing her forehead. "You're s-so cute.." He murmured softly.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Fanks." She told him, rubbing the top of his hand slowly. Deacon walked back inside, sitting down on the sofa. He started folding the clothes in the basket, putting them on the table. "DAS MINE!" Bandit exclaimed, reaching for her muscle shirt. She pulled off her dress, pulling the shirt over her head.

"You're dirtying clean clothes, munchkin." He said, ruffling her hair.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor laughed softly, leaning his head back before staring down at his left hand with a frown. He hoped it wasn't too broken, since he failed miserably when it came to doing anything roght handed.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Yeah, but.." She complained, letting her wings unfurl from her back. She tugged on one of them, trying to pull out an itchy feather.

"Stop that." He said, reaching over to scratch it for her. She laid back against Connor, sucking on her fingers. "You keep breaking and they're gonna get tired of fixing you. They don't have time for little girls who like to pick at their wings."