One of the nice and completely unexpected benefits to having a kid is how much easier it is to get out of certain types of commitments. Sorry, can't make that work outing; got a kid at home who needs looking after. Or, sorry, can't make your missus' party, don't think Clementine would get along with wine glasses and fine china. It's convenient as hell to turn everyone towards visiting him instead, and the amount of energy that he saves on shuttling to and fro in the city leaves Sawyer in a pretty decent mood, all things considered, this holiday season.
Helps that Clementine's able to help herself a bit, too. He still has to feed her, change her diapers, do everything parents are meant to do, but now that Clementine's on her feet and easily zooming around the apartment, she's also able to make it pretty clear what she's after. Sawyer knows a lot of people will warn about how rowdy kids get after they learn how to talk, but frankly, he can't wait for that day to come, when he'll stop being able to rely on guesswork to tend to his daughter.
The past couple of days, Clementine's insisted on wearing some of the holiday-themed clothes Sawyer purchased for her. Namely, she won't let go of the fluffy Santa hat and red tutu he bought about a week back, using both hands to cling to the white fluff as she stumbles around. When the knock sounds on the door, Clementine shrieks, and nearly falls on her butt right in the middle of the living room. With a snort, Sawyer reaches over to pick her up, placing her on his hip before making his way over to the door.
Spotting Newt through the peephole, Sawyer roars with laughter and opens the door, stepping aside to let him in.
"Well, look who decided to visit," he remarks with a grin. Clementine's expression lights up immediately, and she throws both arms open in Newt's direction.
"New!" she smiles, hat drooping slightly down her forehead. "New-new!"
"Come on in. Christ, looks like you sure went to town at the mall. All of that for me?" Sawyer jokes, before reaching under the small, LED-lit tree in the corner of his living room for a small, but prettily wrapped box. Something about the sunglasses inside had screamed Newt for one reason or another. "Makes me feel a little self-conscious, forkin' over such a small box."
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Helps that Clementine's able to help herself a bit, too. He still has to feed her, change her diapers, do everything parents are meant to do, but now that Clementine's on her feet and easily zooming around the apartment, she's also able to make it pretty clear what she's after. Sawyer knows a lot of people will warn about how rowdy kids get after they learn how to talk, but frankly, he can't wait for that day to come, when he'll stop being able to rely on guesswork to tend to his daughter.
The past couple of days, Clementine's insisted on wearing some of the holiday-themed clothes Sawyer purchased for her. Namely, she won't let go of the fluffy Santa hat and red tutu he bought about a week back, using both hands to cling to the white fluff as she stumbles around. When the knock sounds on the door, Clementine shrieks, and nearly falls on her butt right in the middle of the living room. With a snort, Sawyer reaches over to pick her up, placing her on his hip before making his way over to the door.
Spotting Newt through the peephole, Sawyer roars with laughter and opens the door, stepping aside to let him in.
"Well, look who decided to visit," he remarks with a grin. Clementine's expression lights up immediately, and she throws both arms open in Newt's direction.
"New!" she smiles, hat drooping slightly down her forehead. "New-new!"
"Come on in. Christ, looks like you sure went to town at the mall. All of that for me?" Sawyer jokes, before reaching under the small, LED-lit tree in the corner of his living room for a small, but prettily wrapped box. Something about the sunglasses inside had screamed Newt for one reason or another. "Makes me feel a little self-conscious, forkin' over such a small box."