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Fast Eddie's | Afternoon | Sunday | February 13

The thing about having a kid, alternate universe or not, was that she constantly wanted to be entertained. Even after the awesomely bad example he and Caroline had set last night by giving the kid cough syrup to make her sleep, she'd woken up the next morning even more energetic than the day before.

Trying to sleep in was fucking impossible when he had a kid jumping on his back and pulling on his hair. Caoimhe refused to just sit around in their room either, deciding that she wanted to go out and do something. She wanted to have fun.

So, Nathan had picked the activity. That might have been a frightening prospect but he thought he'd done a good job. Of course, as soon as he stepped into Fast Eddie's, he spread his arms wide and shouted, "Bowling!"

Such an ass.

[Nathan's here for two blondes but this is an open place in town so feel free to have families drop in!]

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Yeah, she was not looking at Nathan after the child let that detail slip. "That's one thing he's good at," Caroline allowed, chewing her bottom lip. "I guess we can do that. Once your daddy's done with this whole bowling thing. What, nine more frames? Once you toss this one in the gutter, of course." Could he handle the ribbing?

Nathan walked backwards and picked up his ball, swinging it confidently. "I'm good at a lot of things. You should know some of them by now. I'm not a complete mental twat, you know."

With that said, he turned around and tossed his ball down the lane, using a few hip thrusts to try and get it to crash into the pins. It worked...somewhat. He knocked about three more pins down which put him ahead of Caroline and behind the kid.

"And I'm a damn good bowler too," he said, walking back down the lane and smirking. "Better than you are, dearest. Suck it."

Oh, if only he could have meant that literally with her.

"Oh yeah? Didn't look so impressive to me," Caroline said, taking his suck it as a total challenge to take this bowling thing just a little more seriously. Despite being terrible at it, her competitive spirit was easily ignited.

Especially by his stupid smirk.

She jumped up for her turn and made sure to brush past him unnecessarily as she went to grab her ball. "Cheer for your mum, kid."

No cheering would be good enough. The ball sailed down the lane, leaving a god-damned three pin split. So not fair.

Nathan had been left standing on the lane after she'd nearly bowled him over (okay, it wasn't that bad but he was a drama queen sometimes) and that meant getting a pretty damn closeup view of her split.

Nathan covered his face with a hand, trying not to let on that he'd started snickering quietly. Caoimhe got up on her chair and clapped though.

"Get a spare, Mum!" she said, sounding completely sincere. "Come on, beat Daddy! You tell me he sucks all the time! Show him show him!"

"Tough pickup," Nathan said, still standing there with his hands on his hips. "Think you can do it?"

"Absolutely," Caroline lied, retrieving her ball and looking down the lane. To do it, somehow she'd have to hit the two pins in such a way that one would shoot across the lane and take out the third.

Yeah, it was so never going to happen, but she was still completely determined out of total spite.

Caroline took a deep breath and sent the ball flying down the lane, immediately covering her eyes with her hands, not wanting to see what happened.

Nathan was perfectly happy to watch the shot for her. It became pretty clear to him pretty quick that she was going to knock down the two pins with no problem at all. That one pin wasn't gonna go fucking anywhere though.

Unless...

Since Caroline was covering her eyes, Nathan quickly motioned for the kid to keep quiet before he stealthily (he didn't care if her hearing was gonna pick it up) moved around Caroline, picked up his own ball and tossed it down the lane at that one fucking pin.

Her ball hit the two pins, sending them scattering and his ball hit the remaining one, giving her a spare.

"Oh fuck! You picked it up, Caroline!" he exclaimed, scooting right back to where he'd been standing and giving her another over the head round of applause. Caoimhe joined right in because she thought that had been hilarious.

Nathan was right to think despite her eyes being closed and covered that Caroline would hear him tossing a second ball after hers.

Opening her eyes wide to their cheering and the child's admittedly adorable laughter, Caroline was hit with just how adorable it was for him to try and make her win when she really should have lost.

"Oh my God!" Caroline cried out, bouncing over to Nathan with outstretched arms to try and hug him. "I cannot believe--" her voice changed to completely pissed off, "--that you thought I was so stupid!" And then she started smacking his shoulders.

"Hey! Ow ow ow! What the fuck?!" Nathan yelped, trying to swat her hands away while backing away from her and her suddenly swinging hands. That had been a scary quick mood change right there and he had no idea what he'd done to bring it on.

"Caroline, stop hitting me, goddammit," he swore, still trying to fend her off. "What the fucking hell is wrong with you right now? I don't think you're stupid at all!"

Sorry, kid. The language wasn't gonna stop.

"What the fuck, Nathan! How dare you do that to me! You knew exactly what you were doing, letting me win and being all cute with the kid," Caroline said, still complaining even if she'd stopped hitting him for the moment. "Stop setting me up!"

"I'm not setting you up!" Nathan told her, still holding up a hand in case she started swinging at him again. "I'm not! I'm just -- "

He stared down at where she'd just picked up an assisted spare before looking back at her. "I'm not trying to set you up for some big fucking fall, Caroline!"

His brain had finally dinged upon that as possibly being connected to this. "I'm not! I am right here, you know. If I were trying to make you fall, don't you think I'd be taking off, leaving you with the kid? No. I wanted to make you fucking smile!"

Caroline almost felt badly that the child had to watch her parents yelling at one another about stupid fucking shit like smiling and perpetual abandonment.

"I smiled," she told him, not even capable of frowning with the frustration she was trying to cope with. "And I see you here, Nathan. Just, I don't understand why you care if I'm smiling or not! Didn't you tell me before that you don't care? Only now, suddenly you do?"

"Where the fuck did your memory go?" Nathan asked her, scrubbing his fingers through his hair and staring at her. "Why are you acting so bitchy today? Yesterday, we discover this fake kid -- "

Nathan pointed a finger at Caoimhe that turned into a dopey smile and a wave before he swung his glare back at Caroline.

" -- and we come to a pretty solid fucking agreement on how to handle it. I thought the night went fucking well, I don't know about you. We had some new experiences -- " And he stared at her a little harder at this. " -- and we managed to survive. And oh, I told you I cared last night. Where the fuck did your memory go?"

"Must have slept it away," she told him, because, to be honest, she kind of had. Too much time to think was really not a good thing for Caroline and her psyche.

Neither was Nathan making dopey faces at the child.

"But this is so not the same as that. I was just thanking you and you are like, actively trying to make me like you!" And it was upsetting her because it was working.

"You were thanking me by kissing me?" Nathan asked, just coming out with the word that they'd been avoiding. He took a step closer to her finally since he didn't think she was going to be hitting him again.

Hopefully.

"Well, that's comforting," Nathan said, taking another step towards, willing to take the fucking smacks now if that's what it came to. "You kissed me because you wanted to thank me. You couldn't just say the words? You had to kiss me. Interesting. Very fucking interesting, Caroline. I didn't know that was how we did things around here. The Irish are so different!"

Her cheeks had been pink with raised temper before but now she could feel her ears going red as she blushed for a different reason as he got closer.

"I did say it," or at least Caroline thought she had. "But I... Dammit Nathan, you were being so...and okay, I'm stupid? Okay?"

"You're not stupid," Nathan told her, shaking his head as he moved to stand right in front of her, almost toe to toe. He half smiled at her, at the red on her cheeks and the hesitation in her voice.

"And I don't think you're stupid," he added, looking down at her feet briefly before looking back up at her. The red cheeks were a little too much to resist and he brought one hand up to try and cradle one of those cheeks in his palm.

"I'm a lot of things, I know," he said, nodding. "The list is long, lengthy, detailed and overwhelmingly offensive. I'm okay with that. But I don't think you're stupid."

"I am," Caroline answered, thinking of how she still expected him to decode all the things she'd been saying and doing and he just wasn't going to and she was going to keep feeling disappointed.

"And you're totally offensive, which I'm glad you're aware of because seriously, Nathan, it freaks me out when you're nice to me." Like he hadn't noticed that.

Nathan shook his head at her because he honestly didn't think she was stupid. Of course, he didn't know that he was missing shit but maybe at some point. Right now, he was just going to bring his other hand up to her other cheek and take the chance that she wouldn't move away.

"Offensiveness is something that comes naturally to me," he said, shrugging a shoulder and rubbing his thumbs against her cheeks. "Being nice isn't. So, if I'm being nice, you should know that I'm making a fucking effort here. I'm not trying to make you feel stupid. I'm just...trying."

There was no getting away when he was all holding her by the face and continuing with the confusing niceness that Caroline was starting to suspect was meant to make her go completely insane.

"Trying...?" Caroline was missing the what that went along with that try. Maybe it was the insane thing. He was pretty successful with that part.

Oh fuck, he didn't know how to clarify that well at all. Why couldn't she just read his mind or something? Why couldn't their kid just pipe up and be his translator or something?

"You know, trying." That wasn't helpful at all and he shook his head, looking away. Obviously, she'd already heard that but he was having trouble elaborating.

"Your cheeks are warm. I know, that doesn't have anything to do with anything but they are. And I remember what color your dress was the other night and how you wore your hair and the look on your face when I gave you the lighter and that you like to drink out of my glasses and that my fucking suits don't fucking suit you and that you could beat the shit out of me. I notice. I know. I'm trying...to do more of that."

He might like to remember the way Caroline's eyes grew wide and she chewed her lip while he talked, wishing she was capable of coherent speech because she really didn't know how she was supposed to respond to that.

"Right, trying," she repeated, nodding her head as much as his hands would allow. And if she couldn't will him to grasp her thoughts just then, he could just die a fiery death for all she would care later.

Nathan started to open his mouth to say something else but was promptly and loudly cut off by the other person who'd been patiently watching this and had gotten fed up.

"Hey! Parents!" Caoimhe shouted, sticking her little hands on her little hips. "I thought we were going to get food! I'm starving. I am withering away into a piece of bamboo! I'm going to be invisible soon!"

Nathan's gaze dropped away from hers and swung towards the kid, glaring at her for ruining...whatever they were doing.

Caroline didn't know if she should be thanking the child or throwing her ugly bowling shoe at her for that interruption.

Regardless, she stepped back, taking a deep breath and turning an exasperated face on the child. "Seriously, bamboo? Where do you people learn this brand of crazy drama? Is it an Irish thing or a Young thing?"

And then his hands were empty again. He dropped them to his side and stared at the floor in frustration. Really, he almost wanted to throw a bowling ball down the alley just to work some tension out. Instead, he shook his head and pasted a bright smile on before heading towards the kid.

"Why can't it be a fucking Forbes thing?" he asked, glancing over at her as he passed her. "There are genes of yours in this kid too, you know. You see, we obviously shagged and I knocked you up, providing a mutual mix of our genetic material and this resulting in this interrupting bundle of fucking joy."

He reached a hand out for the kid because fuck if he was going to bowl more after that shit that he'd just gotten so close to accomplishing.

"Um, because I would never randomly start talking about bamboo," Caroline informed him, grabbing for the child's other hand. "And can we be truly certain of that without like, DNA testing or something? Because again with the vampiric nature, Nathan. Plus her teeth are kind of fucked up."

Caroline paused for a moment. "Oh my God, did you have braces, Nathan?"

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