[CLOSED] i'm forever yours. faithfully.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc finally woke up when Bandit tried to stick a fork in his nose, telling him 'eat, unka marc'. He yawned, picking her up and carrying her to the kitchen. He sat her on the counter, letting her sit there as he started making breakfast, not really caring what time it was. Bandit tapped the eggs for him with the fork, pretending she was helping him so he could crack them easier. "Get the bread." He told her, and she scooted over to the bread box, leaning over to see in.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor got up, shaky and pale, and took Christy's hand with a damp one of his own to lead her out to the kitchen. He let her hand go, sitting down heavily in one of the chairs and dropping his head into his hands with a sickened groan.

[marcus owen foster]

"Aw, daddy doesn't- why are you hugging my bread?" He reached over, gently pulling his bread from her. She giggled, reaching up to twirl her hair around her finger. He sat her down on the floor, watching her toddle over to Connor and wrap her arms around his leg.

"You 'kay? You 'kay, daddy?" She asked, looking up at him in an almost comical way. "Yub oo."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor peeked through his fingers at her and smiled weakly. "Love y-you too, baby..." He mumbled, sitting back and carefully pulling her onto his lap. He kissed her forhead gently. "Y-you have fun staying here with M-Marc?" He breathed, looking away as he gagged for a moment.

[marcus owen foster]

Bandit reached up, touching his cheek gently. "Unka Marc fun." She said, leaning over to kiss his cheek so he would feel better. Marc put the eggs into the hot skillet, reaching for a spatula as the toast popped. Bandit jumped, hugging Connor's neck. She looked around before she laid her head on his shoulder. "Dad?" She called, looking towards the door. "Him no here.."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled faintly. "Y-yeah, you see Tony at all?" He kissed the side of her head, hugging her close when she jumped. At her question and comment about Deacon though, he swallowed, letting out a shaky breath. "No h-he's not.." He whispered brokenly. "He's busy r-right now, okay? It's just u-us for awhile..." He knew he couldn't relapse now...knew it would break Deacon's heart.. He had to be there for Bandit. Christy was watching them quietly, then got up to go help Marcus.

[marcus owen foster]

"No see Tony." She said quietly. She kept looking at the door, her arms tight around Connor's neck. She slowly played with his hair. "Dad working? He no like his job." She said, moving her wings slowly back and forth. "Just me 'n you 'n unka Marc 'n Kissy 'n Sawn." She jumped as the toaster popped again.

"I'm done with the evil toaster." He said, handing Christy the plate to butter the toasts.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor bit his lip. "H-he doesn't huh? No.. but h-he's not comin' home tonight, baby.. s-soon okay?" He hugged her tighter again when she jumped a second time, kissed her little forehead and played gently with a wing. "I love you s-so much.." He whispered, searching her face.
Christy smiled crookedly and took the plate, stretching up on tiptoes as she carefully spread butter on them.

[marcus owen foster]

"Noo. Him say dey mean. Him wanna stay home wif us." She said, looking up at him. She saddened a bit when he said he wouldn't be home tonight, hadn't been around one without the other for awhile. And if she was, it wasn't for long.

Marc chuckled, pulling a chair from the table over to Christy could stand on it. "Don't tell Tony, but that's how I reach the top of the freezer." He said, kissing the top of her head before he walked to the eggs again.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I-I know Bandit.." He murmured, just cuddling her closer to himself. He closed his eyes, body still in complaint from the drugs he'd taken. He felt so sick right now, so stressed and upset. He still hadn't taken his medication.

Christy giggled, wrinkling her nose at him as she climbed onto the chair so she could reach better.