[CLOSED] i'm forever yours. faithfully.

[marcus owen foster]

"Maybe when dad come back him get new job, huh?" Bandit said quietly, gently running her little hand over his chest. She buried her face in his neck, hugging him with the arm not on his chest.

Marc put the eggs on a plate before he started the bacon, standing back so he wouldn't get popped without a shirt on. "Bandit wants bacon?"

"Beacon!" She exclaimed and he started laughing.

"That's so fucking funny." He said, shaking his head.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Y-yeah, maybe," Connor breathed. He couldn't help his faint laugh at her exclamation, though, and he smiled faintly over at Marcus. But then there was sudden bantering in his head on top of how nauseous he was already feeling, and he carefully set Bandit down as he gagged again, getting up to stumble for the bathroom. He tripped and caught himself against a wall, dry heaving.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc watched him go, carefully grabbing Bandit before she could go after him. "Look at what Christy's doing!" He exclaimed, sitting her on the counter next to Christy. Bandit looked over, moving her wings slowly back and forth.

"Too-st?" She asked, looking over at Christy.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor gagged again, then dropped his head into his hands and just cried softly. He didn't know what else to do..things weren't supposed to get worse after a wedding... This wasn't what he had wanted to happen..

Christy smiled at her happily. "Yeah," She huffed with a grin, watching the red head for a moment before she returned to buttering the pieces of toast carefully.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc put the bacon on to drain before he grabbed the plates and rinsed them off. He kissed each of their heads before he walked to the bathroom, knocking gently on the door. "Connor? Are you okay? You're doing fine.. I'm really proud of you.." He said quietly. "Come eat and we'll go get your medicines so you don't get sick."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor gagged and got up slowly, rubbing at his eyes as he moved shakily for the door and opened it, gazing at Marc brokenly. He stumbled and caught himself against the doorframe, trying to recollect himself so Bandit wouldn't see him such a mess.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc wrapped his arms gently around him, hugging him close. He knew a hug was all he would have wanted when his mother died. He rubbed his back gently, holding him close for a moment. "Everything is going to be okay once they fix him up. You're going to be okay, Bandit's going to be okay, and you're going to have your sister with you." He said quietly.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor hugged him tight, burying his face with a shaky breath. Never had he been okay with anybody other than Deacon holding him. He swallowed. "O-okay.." He murmured, trying to get those words in his head. Stepping back with a slow breath, he limped stiffly back towards the others again, rubbing at his bruised throat.

[marcus owen foster]

"Daddy!" Bandit exclaimed, smiling over at him. She held her arms out to him, waving at Marcus as he walked in behind Connor.

"Are you flirting with me?" He asked with a chuckle and she smiled. "Daddy, she's flirting with me." He tattled, reaching over to poke her nose before he started fixing plates.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor managed to force a smile, wandering over to her and hugging her tight before he lifted her from the counter. It hurt, surprisingly, and he gasped. He tried masking it with a pained chuckle. "Y-you just flirt with e-everyone," He murmured, carrying her to the table and setting her down, stumbling some after he did so.

Christy climbed off the chair and followed them over.