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[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

The door opens... and it seems Sharpe wasn't expecting it to open here right this moment, because he's not alone when he walks in.

He's going slowly and carefully, for reasons that become clear when he gets all the way in... and so does the very small boy clinging to his hand and toddling after him.

Welcome to Milliways, Patrick Lassan.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith does not squee.

Really, she doesn't.

Okay, maybe a little. But really, who could blame her?

Of course, the dress is...a bit odd. At least by her standards.

But bebe is adorable.

"You know, when you said you were going to be a father, I was expecting a bit of a wait before the baby could walk on his own. Been a while, has it?"

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

It's not a dress. Really. Ignore the pattern or whatever that is, it was the closest the mun could find to appropriate clothes.

"Nah, only a day or two." He grins. "This here's my oldest... boy. Only boy."

He almost forgets about Antonia sometimes. Almost.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Looks like a dress to Faith.

"Oh, I see. He's cute."

Faith smiles at the kid. "Starting him off in bars young? Excellent."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"'Course", Sharpe agrees, deadpan. "He's the son of a Yorkshireman, and named after an Irishman. What can you expect?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith laughs.

"Clearly a bad habit waiting to happen."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." He looks down at the child, warmly. "That's my boy."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"He's cute. Who's he named for?"

[man-ofthewatch.livejournal.com]

Jon's been hoping to spot the fellow again, but the child gets a doubletake.


Jon Snow's only experience with small children was his half-brother Rickon, but Rickon...was never that small. At least to Jon.

"...A beautiful child my lord."

Sansa said you should always say that to parents.

Ghost for his part-looks up and looks down. He's perfectly aware that he scares small children.

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe grins. "I told you before, lad, I'm no one's lord. And thank you - this's my son Patrick."

Patrick looks up with wide eyes. He's used to dogs, but not ones quite this much bigger than him.

[man-ofthewatch.livejournal.com]

Ghost for his part rises halfway off the floor and tries his best friendly wag.

"-I'm sorry my-sir." Jon flails, "-Everyone who's of a higher rank then I is "Lord" or Ser." He shrugs, "Your son?"

Sharpe didn't seem like the type to marry. but what does Jon know?

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

The boy latches onto his father's trouser leg, for reassurance, but doesn't run away. He watches the dog with interest.

"Aye. First and only son, so far, though Lucille's expecting again so who knows?"

[man-ofthewatch.livejournal.com]

Jon suddenly has a vivid image of his own father-and the pride the man felt as each one of his children were born.

There's a sick look on his face, but it passes quickly.

Ghost wags his tail again and sets his nose between his paws, looking up with what his owner could only describe as an "adorable" expression.

Jon grimaces, "Ghost-"
Direwolf's going Soft.

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Patrick reaches forward to him, tentatively. Sharpe keeps one eye on them, with time for a quick look of concern at Jon.

"You all right, lad?"

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

Matt raises an eyebrow from his seat at the bar.

"This wouldn't happen to be little master Patrick, now, would it?"

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe glances up, hearing his brother's voice, and grins.

"That it would. Patrick... time to meet your uncle Matt."

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

Matt smiles at the little boy and steps off his stool to go on one knee in front of the little one.

"Aye, it's been too long already, by the looks of him."

He smiles up at Richard.

"Got all the looks that skipped you, obviously."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"He'll be a year in a few months", Sharpe tells him. "And yeah, he's got a look of his mother more than me."

Patrick looks between them with wide solemn eyes, one hand latched onto Sharpe's trouser leg - as much for balance as for reassurance.

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

And Matt nods to Patrick.

"I'm your father's brother, little one. Family."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"Say hello, Patrick", Sharpe prompts him gently, and, obedient, the boy waves.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

And this? Would be Svava blinking. Afterall, Sharpe had said that his wife was expecting...

Obviously, time was moving quite differently between here and there.

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

He grins over at her when he sees her.

"Hey, Svava. Did I ever mention my son?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava gives him a puzzled, amused look. "Perhaps? You did say Lucille was expecting again- how long ago was that?"

She slips down off of her barstool, to kneel down closer to the little one's height. "Hello there."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"Expecting again", he emphasises. "This is our first. Say hello, Patrick."

The boy isn't quite up to words, yet, but smiles at her shyly.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Ah." Svava beams at Sharpe, then smiles to Patrick, offering her hand.

"And hello to you too. Decided to come and visit here with your father?"

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"We weren't really expecting to show up here now. But it's no bad thing we did."

The boy looks up at his father, who nods encouragement, and reaches to latch onto Svava's finger with his free hand.