sliceitwithwind | Kiddie AU - Post growth spurt

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Kiddie AU - Post growth spurt

It'd been a week, but Dilan...was nowhere near used to his new size. He kept banging into walls, doors, low hanging objects. Anything dangling from the ceiling, and he kept forgetting how wide his shoulders were as well. It was driving him insane.

Not to mention the fears that his size and new, distinct lack of "cuteness" meant that he was hideous looking. He wasn't ready to go back to college, not while still recovering from the agony of the growth spurt, so he was curled up at home trying to get used to himself. Braig had needed to go back and pick school work up for the two of them, trusting that Aya would take care of Dilan until he got back.

Dilan was curled up on the back porch with a couple of blankets and a book. And a protein shake the size of a monster slurpee cup.

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"I like taking care of you, and Braig. It's something I can do!" Because they didn't always take very good care of themselves. "And you don't take advantage! You never have!"

"Yeah, I know." Dilan said, "But I worry anyway."

"Don't worry. I love you too and everything is okay." So there! Twist twist twist! "You guys are really, really good for me! And Elcy and Yinsi are too! And my dad wants to start having dinners with us again."

"That's good." Dilan said, smiling across the room, "I like you getting to see him. Has he gotten much better?"

"He's trying," Aya admitted. "He'd make a better uncle than dad I think? And losing Nevada hit him hard but he promised to try. We'll see what happens, and Elcy and Yinsi will always be there!"

"Losing Nevada hurt all of us." Dilan agreed, a little sadly. He wasn't as close to the man as Aya and Braig were, but still. A lot of his hunting learning came from Nevada. "If I can help, lemme know?"

"As long as we remember he isn't really gone?" Aya offered a little weakly. THIS WAS HOW SHE DEALT OKAY?! "Come to dinner sometimes? With my dad when he's here? The days are on the calendar!"

"Always." Dilan promised, reaching up to give her arm a squeeze. "Sure, I'll mark them down and we'll come when we can."

She hugged his head and grinned. "Thanks. And no pictures around my dad? I made him promise no cameras. He has to live in the real world right? Not through a lens."

"I hate cameras." Dilan pointed out, "People are always following me with them. It's okay when it's family, but..." he hated paparazzi.

"Not so much here? We don't like people following you!" And everyone who wasn't a tourist tended to go heckle them as a matter of course! "Home is always safe for you!"

"I know." Dilan said, "But it's...you know that I'll never, ever suggest or bring a camera."

"I know! I'm just telling everyone! Plus it means you'll be watching in case he sneaks one in!" So there! "I love my dad but...he doesn't need to document dinners? He needs to earn them."

"Okay, that makes sense. I'll keep an eye out."

"I'm not being too mean about it am I?" Aya asked, leaning over to look at him upside down.

"Nope." Dilan said, kissing her nose, "Just like we didn't allow alcohol that last year before mom died, it's his addiction."

She wrinkled her nose and nodded, still upside down. "Okay, I just...have to make sure. It sounds mean sometimes, saying he has to earn stuff you know?"

"Does Braig need to give you the rant about your dad again?" Dilan asked, seriously.

"No, I think I have it recorded somewhere? Maybe on the old answering machine." Aya chuckled and finally righted herself to finish twisting his dreads.

"Good." Dilan said, "'Cause I don't think you'd like it much if I had to wake him up for a rant."

"No, but it would be a funny rant full of mumbling?" Aya countered. "His words would get all mushy!"

"Yeah, but you'd still feel bad." Dilan said, crawling into bed with her.

"True, and then I'd have to brush his hair for like five hours or something." She put the wax and pick away then flicked off the lights. "You know he'd pick that to make it up to him!"

"Yup." Dilan agreed, snuggling down, "He really does do that kind of thing."

"Yep, he does. And we let him." She snorted and buried her nose in his shoulder.

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