Captain Ross Poldark (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
herhumbleservant) wrote2016-10-22 09:25 am
herhumbleservant) wrote2016-10-22 09:25 am
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Being a father to a toddler is tiresome.
Being a father to a toddler and a newborn sometimes makes Ross thinks he's damn near to falling asleep in the evening and simply not waking up the next day. He keeps this to himself, of course, as Demelza spends far more time with their children, considering he'd returned to work some weeks ago; but the exhaustion is present all the same. Even so, he wouldn't trade it for the world. He'd almost lost Julia once and now, he has two healthy children. There's very little else he could ask for in this strange city.
Since bringing Jeremy home, though, there has been one thing sitting heavily on his mind. Their apartment had been sufficient enough when their family had consisted of three (and the dog) but now with another, the place already seems smaller. They'll need more room for when Jeremy grows older, and Ross had entertained the notion of looking into purchasing a new house rather than simply searching for another apartment but Demelza thinks it would be best to wait.
But he doesn't want to wait, which is ever the Poldark way. Ross has already gone browsing at the available homes and there'd been nothing to his liking so he wonders now if perhaps he should simply take matters into his own hands. Perhaps he ought to build something himself, a home he can proudly pass down to his children when the time does come, a home designed to give his wife everything she desires. It would be costly, to be sure, but in the end, it'd be theirs. That alone seems worth the price.
As it turns out, thinking particularly hard on the matter isn't a good idea while pushing a double stroller through Petros Park, and Ross realizes too late that he's on his way to nearly running over someone's feet. He manages to stop short just in time, jerking the stroller to a stop, and he hears Julia's surprised cry of, "Papa!" before he looks up at who he'd come so close to accidentally assaulting. "Forgive me," he says, unable to hold back a short laugh, "my mind was elsewhere. You're alright, aren't you?"
Being a father to a toddler and a newborn sometimes makes Ross thinks he's damn near to falling asleep in the evening and simply not waking up the next day. He keeps this to himself, of course, as Demelza spends far more time with their children, considering he'd returned to work some weeks ago; but the exhaustion is present all the same. Even so, he wouldn't trade it for the world. He'd almost lost Julia once and now, he has two healthy children. There's very little else he could ask for in this strange city.
Since bringing Jeremy home, though, there has been one thing sitting heavily on his mind. Their apartment had been sufficient enough when their family had consisted of three (and the dog) but now with another, the place already seems smaller. They'll need more room for when Jeremy grows older, and Ross had entertained the notion of looking into purchasing a new house rather than simply searching for another apartment but Demelza thinks it would be best to wait.
But he doesn't want to wait, which is ever the Poldark way. Ross has already gone browsing at the available homes and there'd been nothing to his liking so he wonders now if perhaps he should simply take matters into his own hands. Perhaps he ought to build something himself, a home he can proudly pass down to his children when the time does come, a home designed to give his wife everything she desires. It would be costly, to be sure, but in the end, it'd be theirs. That alone seems worth the price.
As it turns out, thinking particularly hard on the matter isn't a good idea while pushing a double stroller through Petros Park, and Ross realizes too late that he's on his way to nearly running over someone's feet. He manages to stop short just in time, jerking the stroller to a stop, and he hears Julia's surprised cry of, "Papa!" before he looks up at who he'd come so close to accidentally assaulting. "Forgive me," he says, unable to hold back a short laugh, "my mind was elsewhere. You're alright, aren't you?"