starlightcafe | Entries tagged with character: mokey fraggle

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!"

thewisdomwithin

Gobo seemed to be doing better after his near-breakdown over a week ago, and Mokey wanted to help continue that pattern. And in all honesty, keeping Gobo involved in all aspects of the pregnancy didn't just benefit him. It was fun, and heart-warming, to have him be as big a part of it as she was, whether they were planning for something major, or doing something small. Like now, when Gobo was massaging her sore back.

"Thank you so much, Gobo."

thewisdomwithin

Early labor had begun while the parents-to-be were visiting the Manor, and - as with every other stage of the pregnancy - Mokey was delighted. Though the discomfort moving into pain was there, even that left her awed. Gobo was... Less awed, worrying over the midwife and the others getting there, but Mokey was sure things were going to go just fine - better than "just fine," in fact.

After about an hour of light contractions, though, she started to feel restless. She could move around without the midwife, surely... And a glance out the window told her what she needed. In typically-Mokey, absent-minded fashion, she started making her way to the door, murmuring something about being back soon to Gobo, who Scrooge was trying to reassure at that exact moment.

thewisdomwithin

Even the back pain was amazing to her. So far, there was no aspect of the pregnancy that hadn't in some way thrilled and fascinated Mokey. It wasn't all fun, but it was all so interesting - and so heartwarming, too. She'd found she was singing to herself more lately than ever before, which was really saying something. From what she and some of her non-Fraggle friends had figured, the baby could hear her by now, and she wanted to them to hear a lot of the happiest sound: music.

She wandered into the kitchen, and opened the door to the pantry, looking for a nice snack and singing all the while.

♫If that juicy pear is gooey,
Let's go find some chicken chop suey.
If that chicken chop suey is tough,
Let's go find some stroganoff...♪

That trailed off into giggle. "Well, I do think a juicy pear would be nice!" she mused aloud, rubbing the end of her snout. "I wonder if we have any..."

thewisdomwithin

Sometimes, Mokey didn't get to see much of Gobo for a while, and that was okay. Even though she was also in Outer Space now - along with Red, Wembley, and Boober - she still often led a quieter life than he did. He kept out of their new underground home more often than she did: Case in point, she hadn't been expecting to see him that day, necessarily... But there he was, sitting by their little pond - not nearly as grand as the one in the Great Hall, but it suited the five of them just fine.

Mokey quietly walked over and sat down by him, resting a hand on his shoulder - right away she noticed how tense that felt, and it gave her inner pause, though she didn't miss a bit before speaking. "Hello, Gobo."