Author: The Brown-ie PM
An epilogue written upon request. Again, it really has very little to do with Noah.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Family - Basch & Balthier - Words: 584 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-20-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5075865
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A/N: This is the epilogue. Written as a request. Again, not really about Noah.
"Nauseating," Balthier sniffed stiffly, his nose wrinkling in disapproval. He and Fran had been invited to afternoon tea with Judge Gabranth and his infant son. The reinstated Judge Drace, Gabranth's wife, was with Emperor Larsa Solidor as he toured the New Landis-Archadia border.
"Uwah!" shouted Noah. He had been dressed in bouncing-boy blue with a white lace collar and matching booties. But despite his elegant attire (and equally elegant guests, Balthier might add.), Noah Labhraidh Gabranth, was far more interested in investigating his father's nasal cavities than drinking tea.
"Come now," Basch said, as he pried Noah from his nostrils. "He's just a baby." Noah giggled and bounced nosily. He pushed his lips together and released a sizable spit bubble.
"Well, I never put my fingers in anyone's nose."
"Just your own," drawled Fran.
Balthier's pinky extended from the porcelain cup in place of a much ruder gesture.
"How old is it now?"
"Well, he's a few months short of his second birthday," Basch replied sharply. "Babies are miniature people: not animals or rocks or airships. We've been over this many times."
"Pwuah!" Noah belched, a bit of scone he had somehow grabbed and had been chewing on. It came up and landed on his father's lapel. Basch hastened to wipe it up with a damp cloth he kept handy for just such occasions.
"Egads, does it get any more revolting?"
"Yes, like that time you laid pooled in your own vomit."
"We were celebrating the fact that Fran and I managed to survived the fall of the Sky Fortress Bahamut. If man can't lay in his own celebratory filth on such an occasion, then prey tell when?"
Basch laughed and Fran rolled her eyes. She reached forward for the flask of sweet liquor to add to her tea, but as her fingers touched the stopper, Balthier brushed them away.
"Sorry, my dear." Then Fran did something Basch never believed she could do: she pulled a face.
"I want something sweet."
"I would never deny you, normally," he said smoothly, gently running his hand down the front of her dress. Basch's eyes went wide at the small protrusion that rested in Balthier's broad palm.
"Well, I'll be… Congratulations."
"Yes, thank you. It was quite laborious."
"Not in front of the baby, Balthier," Fran admonished him.
"Yes, I wonder what kind of parent a skypirate like yourself would make, talking like that," Basch teased.
"I'd fair better than you!" Balthier snapped at Basch. "Give the little hellion to me and I'll show you both!"
He snatched the boy from Basch's lap and sat him firmly on his own. Noah giggled as Balthier brought him down and bounced him on his leather-clad knees. He then cooed softly as his "uncle" twirled his blonde locks.
"More than capable than either of you as you can see," Balthier said, seeing that the boy was content. "It's only a child after all."
And with another belch, Noah vomited on the front of the sky pirate's blouse. Fran took the boy from him. Noah laughed wildly as she tried to mop the mess from his giggling mouth. Balthier sat perfectly still, face set with a murderous expression, as Basch dabbed quickly and apologized profusely.
"Yes, you see," he said snidely. "More than capable..."