by Naeryn » Wed Aug 10, 2005 10:21 am
Title: Adrienne
Author: Naeryn, aka Megan
Feedback: Goddess, yes!
Distribution: Tell me where and give me credit. Other than that, fill your boots. *pauses to wonder where that phrase came from*
Rating: Rated E, for Everyone
Notes: You guessed it, this one's tiny assed too. But the next one should be much longer!
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CHAPTER 9
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Adrienne frowned as a small blue car pulled up in front of the daycare. She was alternating watching through the window and playing with the callycater in her hand, figuring out which numbers made which bigger numbers. All the other kids had left already, since her mommy worked late today. So the car could only be there for her, and she didn’t know anyone with any little blue cars.
Then she smiled. The woman who got out of the car had bright red hair, and she definitely knew someone with bright red hair! She bounced off the couch and ran towards the front door. Halfway there, she stopped, ran back, put the callycater carefully in it’s place in the toybox, and started running back. Willow was here!
She was two feet from the front door when the doorbell chimed, calling the dark-haired woman who ran the daycare out of her house from the kitchen. She smiled down at Adrienne, ruffling up the girl’s auburn hair as she passed. Adrienne really liked Barbie. She laughed at the name the kids called her, her real name was Barbara. She remembered when her mom gave her the speech about how Barbara was the best kind of Barbie, because she was a real person and not an impossible social ideal, whatever that was.
Barbie swung open the door, smiling happily. Then she frowned. “Excuse me, I don’t believe I know you.”
Willow smiled, understanding. “It’s all right, really. I’m a friend of Tara’s.” She patted around herself a moment, and then reached into her butt pocket and pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of paper. “Here, it’s a note. Signed by her and everything. Says I can take Adrienne… if you want, I can tell you Adrienne’s full name and we can do a test to see if she recognizes me. I’ll stand in a lineup and everything!”
Scanning the note with her eyes, Barbie’s stance relaxed. Adrienne giggled and hurried forwards, hugging Willow’s leg since it was the closest part she could reach. “Hi Willow!” The redhead chuckled and kneeled, wrapping her arms around Adrienne, who returned the embrace. Barbie finished reading over the note and judged it to be legit. Taking a long look at Adrienne and Willow, both of whom looked back at her pleadingly, she let them go.
“What's her full name?”
Smiling still, Willow grabbed her wallet from her coat pocket. “Adrienne Lily Rosenberg Maclay.” She held out her driver’s license. “And Rosenberg is my last name.”
The woman blinked a few times, looking back and forth between Adrienne, the license, and the redhead in front of her. Finally giving up on trying to comprehend exactly what she was being told, she waved it away. “All right. Hang on, I’m going to call Tara. I really have to make sure, you understand, right?”
Willow nodded, the smile firmly in place on her face. Adrienne looked at Barbara, wondering what she was doing, just leaving the room and heading back to the kitchen without saying it was okay. They couldn’t leave without the okay. Adrienne wasn’t really sure why, but she knew that was the case.
A few moments passed, and then Barbie came back. “All right. She says I should trust the insane redhead, so you can take her. Be careful with her, she’s a sweetie.” She smiled down at Adrienne, who impulsively ran out and gave her a quick hug.
Willow held out her hand towards Adrienne. “Don’t I know it!” She looked down at the little girl. “Come on. We’re going to pick up your mommy from work, and then we’re all going out for dinner, my treat!”
They headed out to Willow’s rental car together. Adrienne stopped walking suddenly. “Willow.”
Willow looked down at the little girl. “Yes?”
“Do you have a special seat? I can’t ride in a car without a special seat.” Adrienne frowned at Willow, who began to laugh. It wasn’t funny! Grownups laughed at the strangest things.
“Y-yes, cutie. I got one,” she gasped out. Moments passed, and soon Adrienne too broke into giggles. Another minute, and Willow straightened, shaking off the laughter that had taken hold of her. “Come on, Adrienne. Let’s go get your mommy.”
She nodded, following Willow up to the car. Willow went to strap her in, but Adrienne held up her hand, claiming she could do it herself. Smiling, Willow stood back and watched as she strapped herself in properly, as she found on inspecting the job she’d done.
Slipping into the driver’s seat and snapping her own belt on, Willow sent a grin back at Adrienne. Turning the key in the ignition, she asked, “So, what did you do at daycare today?”
Adrienne began to bounce in her seat. “I played with callycaters! Did you know 23 and 10 make 33?” Her eyes were wide as saucers as the car pulled away from the curb. She hadn’t known 23 and 10 made 33. She’d have to remember that, she liked the number 33. It was all cool, ‘cause it repeated itself. And if you added the two threes together, you got six, which was three twice, like 33!
Willow swallowed her giggle and shook her head solemnly. “No, I didn’t know that. 33 is a pretty cool number, huh?”
“Yep!” Adrienne grinned and clapped enthusiastically.
“So, Adrienne, where do you want to go for dinner?”
“Oooh, oooh! McDonalds!”
Willow frowned. She couldn’t stand McDonalds, and neither could Tara. “Hey. You want to know something? I know a place that has even better burgers than McDonalds! And their meals come in pirate ships.”
Adrienne’s jaw dropped. Pirate ships? “Ooooh… Can we go there? Please?”
Smiling again, Willow nodded.
They pulled up in front of the coffee shop Tara stood in front of. Willow leaned over and tugged the door handle, pushing the door out so Tara could get in. The blonde slid into the seat, tilting her head back tiredly. She turned half around and smiled at her daughter. “Hey, Adrienne.”
“Hi Mommy!” She grinned broadly. “We’re going to get a pirate ship for dinner!”
Tara looked sideways at Willow. “What on earth have you been telling her?”
“It’s a restaurant. They serve kids’ meals in cardboard pirate ships.”
“Yeah, and their burgers are even better than McDonalds!”
Realizing that meant Willow had talked Adrienne out of the place she hardly dared called a restaurant, Tara sent a grateful smile the redhead’s way. Willow smiled back, reaching out and patting Tara’s shoulder. “You okay? You look tired.”
“Long day. Irritated customers. Sore feet.”
“Awww…” Willow leaned over and hugged Tara, who stiffened momentarily before returning the embrace. Then she sat back, pulling the car away from the curb. As they pulled up in front of White Spot not five minutes later, Adrienne smiled at the two women in the seats in front of her. They should be all gross together, like Jamie’s dads. They weren’t getting there fast enough on their own, so she was going to have to make them!
Don't you sit upon the shoreline and say you're satisfied, choose to chance the rapids, and dare to dance the tides - Garth Brooks, "the River"