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You can count on me for a helping hand.
From the moment the baby had born, Frizzle had become Gobo's pride and joy, and it really seemed that the feeling spread through all of the others, not just Mokey. And while Gobo appreciated everyone's love for their son, and all the help they offered, he couldn't help notice there was a bit less help when Frizzle woke up before dawn, screaming and crying.
He didn't blame them, honestly, but it would have been nice... Ah, well.
He and Mokey were quite tired after a particularly bad string of nights, and Gobo had insisted Mokey get some sleep now that the day had really begun. He'd take care of Frizzle, while the others were still catching up on their own sleep at the Manor. It wasn't even leadership duties... It was what a father did.
He was rocking Frizzle in his arms, hoping he could catch up on sleep as well, when he heard a knock on the door. Were the others back already- Maybe just Boober? Boober might knock, Wembley and Red never did.
"Come in!"
He didn't blame them, honestly, but it would have been nice... Ah, well.
He and Mokey were quite tired after a particularly bad string of nights, and Gobo had insisted Mokey get some sleep now that the day had really begun. He'd take care of Frizzle, while the others were still catching up on their own sleep at the Manor. It wasn't even leadership duties... It was what a father did.
He was rocking Frizzle in his arms, hoping he could catch up on sleep as well, when he heard a knock on the door. Were the others back already- Maybe just Boober? Boober might knock, Wembley and Red never did.
"Come in!"
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It was an interesting mix of feelings, to be so proud of how far Gobo - all of them, herself included - had come, while also feeling a strong pang of nostalgia for back then.
She might discuss it with Gobo, or Red, later. For now, she wanted this Gobo to keep enjoying the feeling of a hope so real one could almost reach out and grab it.
"I think you'd be a very loving, very good father. And I think you'd enjoy every moment of raising your child. Have you and Lexi ever discussed any of this?"
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"She's mentioned a pet once or twice, and I know that's not nearly the same thing a'course, but that's about as much as we've talked about future stuff with us. We just take it as it comes."
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"I think you should talk to her. Not everyone... Looks at Frizzle the way you do, Gobo. Oh, the others here do, of course, and everyone else has been so loving. But you- You need to be a father."
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"I do?"
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Mokey was Mokey.
"Yeah... Yeah, I guess so." A lightly confused head tilt. "But what do you mean, 'more, in a different way'?"
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"Yeah. Yeah, I think you're right, Mokey..." A faint, fond laugh. "You usually are."
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She patted Frizzle's head gently, and pressed a kiss to his snout, then smiled back up at Gobo. "And no matter what you and Lexi decide to do, I want you to come here whenever you'd like. You are always welcome with us. Frizzle has so much love, but more can only be good for him."
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"Why, I bet half the reason I am who I am- and, and your Gobo too..! -is because of you and everyone else. Because you all were there, to share my experiences and for me to bounce off of, I'm who I am because of that."
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"You cannot leave the magic."
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"Sure, what is it Mokey?"
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Her Gobo had been such a wreck for so much of the pregnancy, and she worried that for the Gobo in front of her - with all his compassion and sensitivity - it might be even harder.
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"Yeah, me too." A pause, then he snickered gently. "Hey, Mokey? My arms are starting to get a little tired-..."
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