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[TM] Music video
Oct. 18th, 2007 07:56 amOOC: I chose the music video prompt, but this fic has nothing to do with the song at all. It has to do more with what's going on behind the guy that's singing. (I think it's some kind of cycle of life thing, so that's kind of what I went with here.) It's also really long, so anyone who reads all the way through it and leaves me (or Flack) a comment gets a cookie.
Don first met Nora Endelmeyer when he was five months old and his parents moved into the apartment next to hers.
He doesn’t necessarily remember meeting her at five months old—he doubted that anyone would. If he could remember though, he’d remember how she said he had his mother’s eyes and his father’s nose, and that he was probably going to be a very handsome boy when he grew up.
Nora was a NICU nurse in her late forties with two children college age and older, and an empty apartment. She had married young, something she later said that, aside from the children it gave her, was the biggest mistake of her life. She had come over to welcome the new neighbors, and had taken over holding Don while his mother had bounced around the apartment, hanging up pictures and getting furniture into place, all the while chatting up Nora to get to know her better. Nora answered the questions easily and honestly, always being one of those people who would just talk, personal or not, to whoever was willing to listen. However, she was a bit distracted as most of her attention focused on the baby in her arms.
Don was a fussy baby, who demanded attention on him at all times, whether it be squirming and kicking until he saw that face looming over his, or making any obnoxious noise he could think of, usually accompanied by a loud giggle and a gummy smile. Once you got him to sleep he was out like a light though, something that made putting up with him for the rest of the time somewhat more bearable. And now Nora was giving him all the attention he could possibly ask for, making the little boy a very happy baby.
( “I do miss the babies,” she sighed, as Don’s small hand wrapped around her index finger. )
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Don first met Nora Endelmeyer when he was five months old and his parents moved into the apartment next to hers.
He doesn’t necessarily remember meeting her at five months old—he doubted that anyone would. If he could remember though, he’d remember how she said he had his mother’s eyes and his father’s nose, and that he was probably going to be a very handsome boy when he grew up.
Nora was a NICU nurse in her late forties with two children college age and older, and an empty apartment. She had married young, something she later said that, aside from the children it gave her, was the biggest mistake of her life. She had come over to welcome the new neighbors, and had taken over holding Don while his mother had bounced around the apartment, hanging up pictures and getting furniture into place, all the while chatting up Nora to get to know her better. Nora answered the questions easily and honestly, always being one of those people who would just talk, personal or not, to whoever was willing to listen. However, she was a bit distracted as most of her attention focused on the baby in her arms.
Don was a fussy baby, who demanded attention on him at all times, whether it be squirming and kicking until he saw that face looming over his, or making any obnoxious noise he could think of, usually accompanied by a loud giggle and a gummy smile. Once you got him to sleep he was out like a light though, something that made putting up with him for the rest of the time somewhat more bearable. And now Nora was giving him all the attention he could possibly ask for, making the little boy a very happy baby.
( “I do miss the babies,” she sighed, as Don’s small hand wrapped around her index finger. )
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