Only thing that's left
By shadows/of/flame

Drabble challenge from Filthy Animal on El Jay. Post-war.

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By this point, Ashelin should have already learnt that being a parent on a Friday night was a very bad thing.
But unfortunately, she still hadn't quite learned.

"It's your turn to look after the kid, Ashelin!"
"TORN!" she huffed. "Our daughter's your responsibility too, don't call her "the kid"! She has a name! And you can't just dump her with me everytime you want to go to the pub!"

A glare. Folded arms. A tapping foot. Steam coming from her ears.
And he still didn't get what she was saying.

"Oh, yeah, sure, I can take a little toddler into the pub with me, the guys will love her." Torn replied sarcastically.
Her glare deepened.

"Why can't you just not go for once?" she suggested icily, trying to keep her temper under control.
His eyes widened in feigned shock.

"Not go to the pub? What do you mean?" he retorted, sarcasm dripping from his lips like poison as he stood to look at her at eye level, picking their child up.
"I'm the one that always has to look after her while YOU go out with Keira and Tess and have a girly night at Tess' place!"

He wore the glare this time as he moved closer towards her, and it was a lot more fierce than hers.

"Well, you shouldn't always be such a..."
Another retort died on her lips as she saw that their child was deep asleep, one hand wrapped around her mother's fingers, the other around her father's.
They couldn't go anywhere without waking her up.

Torn sighed, his blue eyes clouded over with tiredness, and he picked up his communicator.

"...Beer and pizza night again Ashe?"

"Deal."

"...we should just come to this compromise every night you know."

"And who's fault is it that we don't?"

Torn started dialling the pizza people, his eyes wide with fake surprise.
"Oh, I don't know, mine maybe."

This was going to be a long night.