Hi Anon! It has been… absolutely too long since you sent me this prompt and I apologize for that. If you’re still out there, I hope you like this.
Identity
Crisis
Inspired by this post.
“Now, you’re sure you don’t
mind staying with her tonight?” Kate asks for probably the eighth time
since opening the door just a few minutes earlier.
Alexis grins, nodding again. She
sets her bag on the table behind the couch, but thinks better of leaving it
within reach of curious hands and moves it to the breakfast bar. Her baby
sister is too inquisitive for her own good; it’s best to remove things from
temptation.
“I’m sure, Kate. You and Dad
haven’t been out without Lily in forever. You need to leave the house for
something other than work and doctor’s appointments.”
Kate Beckett huffs, but doesn’t
refute her claims. Everybody knows they’ve been sticking close to home, and
everyone knows why, but they still deserve a night to let their worries go and
relax.
“So,” Alexis continues,
“you’re going to go and have fun that doesn’t involve blocks, plastic
playsets, or cartoon singalongs, and Lily and I will see you in the
morning.”
“Fine, fine. Try to make sure
we’re not imposing and you mock me. See if I’m considerate of your schedule
next time,” she grumbles, tongue in her cheek. “And we go out plenty,
you know.”
“Sure you do,” Alexis
says, looking around the room. “Where is Lily anyway? And Dad?”
Kate’s eyes lift toward the
ceiling. “The dynamic duo is working on getting hardened chunks of
homemade playdough out of your sister’s hair.”
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes,” Beckett drawls.
“Turns out that, while it is safe and natural, the stuff also effectively
becomes plaster if you tweak the mixture enough. And tweak the mixture your
father and sister did. And then your sister decided to slather it over her
head. They’ve been up there a while.”
Thankfully, Kate doesn’t seem
bothered by her laughter.
“Why don’t I go help
them?” Alexis suggests. “That way maybe Dad can come down and get
ready, and you guys can get out of here sooner.”
Kate chuckles. “Thanks,
Alexis.”
She grins over her shoulder, making
her way upstairs. Her father’s low voice guides her down the hall toward the
bathroom, and her giggling sister’s splashes are enough to tell her they’re
still working on cleaning up.
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