sliceitwithwind | Kiddie AU - Aya's living on the couch.

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Kiddie AU - Aya's living on the couch.

"She's WHAT?!" Elcy, it turned out, could roar. Much like a lion...only louder, if her son was to be believed, "Braig! Why didn't you tell me this earlier? We have spare rooms!"

"Mom...I..."

"We," Dilan broke in, "we didn't think..."

"I am very disappointed in the two of you. You are going to march right over there, young man," that was with a pointed finger at her son, "and grab that poor girl's things and bring them back here. You," at Dilan, "are going to get the larger of the spare rooms set up for her. I am going to go shopping. What's Aya's favourite colour?"

"Sky blue." said Braig, already grabbing his coat and heading out. He did not, nobody argued with his mom when she was that angry.

"Sky blue. Fine. Dilan, call Yinsi and let him know Aya is moving in with us."

"...Yes'm." Dilan mumbled, the last thing Braig heard before the door closed.

It didn't take long for him to get over to Aya's house...Aya's...old...house. "Hey! Ayay! You here?"

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Jerrig just...let him go. How could he not?

Elsy picked up, naturally, on the third or fourth ring, listening. "Well, see if you can find out anything about extended family baby, watch as you're helping pack. We'll see if we can get a support in for him. I'll call around to therapists as well."

"Okay, mom. Thanks." he went back into the the Brea house to start packing Aya up if she hasn't done so.

"Hey, monkey, whose your dad's best friend?"

"Of course, I'll be home in a bit. Expect delivery trucks."

Aya was...furrowing her brow over the last problem on her sheet. It was a word problem and it was hard. And yes, this meant that she hadn't started packing yet. "Huh? I...huh. I dunno. Wanna look at his photo book?"

"Sure." he dug into the books until he found one person who showed up again and again and again.

Then he found out that guy's phone number.

Theeeeen..."Hi, is this Mr. Nevada...uh. Mr. Nevada? My name is Braig, I'm a friend of Aya Brea."

Aya watched over Braig's shoulder, fussing as he went through her dad's things. When he was done she put things back carefully.

Nevada picked up on the third ring, the sound of air, and shooting, on the other end. "Yes, Nevada." Oh. Hmmm. "Hold on." He climbed into a car, shielding the noise a bit.

"Hello Braig, how is my goddaughter?"

"Living on the couch in the livingroom because Mr. Brea thinks it's more important that he has a darkroom than that she has a door. Doing all the cooking unless Mr. Brea is ordering take-out, which he only does two or three times a week. She does all the shopping, all the laundry, all the cleaning, and if Dilan and I want to play with her than we have to help her do all the chores or she doesn't have time to play." It was very matter of fact, and very angry.

While talking, quietly so that Aya couldn't hear, he was packing her stuff up.

"Ah," It was quiet, and grim. Damn Jerrig.

Damn him.

"Where are you?" It was a controlled, clipped question. It was not, currently, a dangerous tone, but there was anger in it, very, very tightly reined.

"Packing Aya's stuff up 'cause mom says she's moving in with us." Braig kept his voice even, "We've got the space, we're kinda rich and have three empty bedrooms."

"I meant address, Braig." Nevada didn't even know what state Jerrig had haired off to after the funeral.

"Also, do not forget the shrine. There should be copies of the photos stored in a drawer in case of damages to the originals."

"...Oh." Ooops. "Sorry. We're..." address is a go! "Okay, copies of pictures, got 'em in a little folder. You want mom's number, too? Or dad's?"

Address, hmmm, on the coast. "I will be there in three days." One to get affairs in order, two to drive. "Barring unusual circumstance." He'd actually be there in about two weeks as he found out just how much more complicated things were when children were involved.

"Yes, please. I will speak with them this evening. Keep this number, it is my personal cell."

"Okay. I will. Thank you, Mr. Nevada." Braig doesn't get goodbye very well. Also... "Aya! Do you have any dirty laundry?"

"Thank you for your call, Braig." Nevada didn't do goodbyes well either, he just snapped his phone shut.

Aya looked up from tucking a few other things in a box since Braig seemed...serious. "Just my PJs, yesterday was laundry day."

"Okay. I'll put them in a bag and we can let Dilan wash them." Dilan does a lot of chores, too...but as a reward if he does sane things the rest of the time. "Do you have all your toys?"

"Okay." She chewed her lower lip a bit then headed off to the bathroom to get her PJs. And toothbrush. And brush. And...

"When do I get to come back?"

Freeze... "When mom and Mr. Nevada say it's okay." he finally said, passing the buck along. With everything packed he could carry pretty much everything as long as she carried her backpack...so. "Come on, monkey. Dilan is looking forwards to this."

Not that he's, you know, talked to Dilan? But... "He's always happier when we're together."

She nodded, accepting that his mom was a good decision maker usually. And Mr. Nevada at least knew her dad? "Okay." she stuffed her homework in her bookbag, followed by the stuff she'd grabbed from the bathroom.

"Is Dilan mad at my dad to?"

"Yeah, he is." Braig doesn't lie to her. Never. "But it's because he loves you, just like mom and dad and me and Aunt Lenna." He picked up her boxes of things and headed out, "Mom's giving you the room with the roses outside the window, so you can see them every morning."

"Oh..." She...didn't like people being mad at her dad. She didn't like it at all.

Aya followed on his heels quietly though. "That's...a very big room."

"Yeah, but you'll have space to put things. And you can still come sleep with me and Dilan, so it'll be like sleepovers every night." He gets that she doesn't sleep well alone.

Neither does he, but he won't admit it.

"Promise?" Cause she really didn't want to sound like a baby cause she was having nightmares or something. She didn't care so much about space. She did just fine with a little bit. "What if you get bored?" Because she knew people who got pestered all the time got fed up!

"Promise, Ayay. Every night if you want to." He blinked at her, "Then we figure out something else to do. I don't do bored, you know that. We'll figure out all kinds of things to do together. You and me and Dilan, forever."

"That's a really long time." And yes, it was time for the surprise hug from behind! Because...he needed to be hugged. Yep. Maybe it wouldn't be so weird and bad?

Maybe.

"Was I suppose to leave my key?"

He stumbled, but managed to avoid throwing her boxes all over the sidewalk.

"No, monkey. Keep your key, 'cause you can go visit your dad whenever you want to. You're just gonna live with us. Sleep with us, eat with us, do homework with us. Mom's getting your dad some help."

"Oh, like a maid or something?" Because back in New York Ms. Vimes next door at the apartments had been a maid and she said she helped people as her job. "I didn't finish my homework. The last problem is hard." She gave him a squeeze then let go, skipping to the side now.

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