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"Papa? What are you doing?"
Scott sat on their deck, the smell of flowers he grew on his own all around. Norman was purring in the distance. And he could feel Looney breath tickling his nose. He didn't open his eyes to look at his daughter, but he felt a smile forming.
"I'm meditating babes, what are you doing?"
He peaked an eye at his daughter and watched as she smiled back at him.
"Watching you!! Can I?"
"Can you, what?"
"atat!!"
Scott patted the ground next to him and closed his eye again as he heard her shuffle. She started to hum, and Scott chuckled. He felt the wood on the area in-between his socks and pants. He heard the wind blow the leafs around. And he could practically taste pollen on his tongue.
"Papa, how do I do it?"
"You just sit, breath in and out, and feel the world around you"
It was silent for a minute, he heard Looney trying to slow her breathing. She wasn't doing amazing, but she was trying. So she was doing amazing.
"Papa, this is hard"
"I know loons, papa had to get good at it."
Looney's humming got louder. And scotts smile only got bigger.
It didnt take long for Looney to get distracted, running after birds landing in their yard. When Scott opened his eyes once again, to leave them open, he watched as she went diving into the mud, a bird now in-between her hands. And with stars is her eyes, she forced the right wing open, and bent it back, first it bent, then it cracked. She did the same for the other wing, and with a smile she brought it to Scott.
"Papa look!! No fly!! He's stuck!!"
"I can see that!!" She looked at him with a smile most would find terror in, in the not so far future. And she put the bird on the ground, only to jump up and land on it's small body, crackling was the only sound in the air. Scott just sighed and got up from where he was sitting, the small blood, and lots of mud on Looney was enough to claim she needed a bath.
"You gotta stop getting bloody honey, this is the 3 bath this week, it's only Tuesday!!"
"But papa!! It's funny!!"
"It's not funny when I gotta brush your hair, now is it?"
"….no.."
"Ok then, no more killing birds this week."
"Okkkkk"
Later Looney would pout, and later she would say Scott was mean, and she would cry to jimmy, and jimmy would just kiss her forehead and move onto trying to make cookies for them all, and later the fire alarm would blare, and later, they would be their own, weird little family, in a bubble, safe from outside opinions.