Side Tracks: A Little Pixie Dust

Four weeks. It had been four weeks of freeze. Riley didn’t understand why his partner was so upset all the time, especially when the kids spent time with him. They love us all equally, he told Akira. Somehow the other man didn’t believe him, even going so far as to accuse Riley of “poisoning” the children’s affection toward him.

Riley sighed as he finished watering the coral cabbage roses. Why was Akira such a drama queen? 

princess Mia “Dada!” his youngest daughter popped out from the double doors.

He twisted his mouth to hide his smile. She was a little escape artist, and somehow she was getting stronger by the day. He wouldn’t be surprised if the wee one had a bit of fae magic.

“What is it, princess?”

Mia giggled and waved her hands, pointing to her head. Riley smirked.

“You want your crown, princess?”

Mia laughed and clapped her hands.

“Of course, my darling, let’s see if we can find it,” Riley said.

“Fly!” Mia demanded.

Mia flies“Oh we shall fly!” Riley exclaimed, grabbing his daughter as she squealed with delight.

He blinked, creating some magical floating colored stars, a surefire way to captivate his youngest. She waved her arms and kicked her legs. Her total trust in him was breathtaking. Sometimes he didn’t believe how lucky he was. A tear glimmered in his eye corner. Oh to be that young and free again! 

Flying magic - trust“Boo!” Mia said as he shook her gently upside-down. “Boo! Boo! Boo!”

“Boo!” he laughed. “You mean blue?”

blue wingsHe blinked some more, gifting his daughter translucent blue fairy wings, the color of peace. A deep blue sea, an ocean of serenity. Her wings twinkled in the fading sunlight, and she pressed her tiny fingers into his shoulder blades for balance.

Pink wings“Pink!” she declared.

“Pink it is!” he replied.

Mia sighed contentedly, a look of pure joy on her face. Pink – the color of dreams and charm, a wispy cloud at sunset. Akira would call him foolish. He was the more practical of the two in partnership, but Riley knew their children needed wonder and joy. What does a little imagination hurt?

“Dada!” Mia shrieked. “Dada! Dada!”

time for bed“What?” he set his youngest on the ground, the stars evaporating as quickly as they appeared. He pointed to the apartment. “Is it time for bed?”

“No,” Mia shook her head. “Dada!” she said his name emphatically.

“Yes?”

“Luf you!”

“I love you too, Princess.”


All you need is a little faith, trust, and pixie dust

~ Peter Pan 

Author Notes: Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed. This chapter featured simscognito’s Riley Cognito. 

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