prompt #24: Beatrice never stops moving
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February 2027
“I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be more Bishop than you, Bishop,” Vic huffs, dropping heavily onto the couch beside Maya.
Maya frowns, watching as their 18-month-old takes another lap around the coffee table, apparently oblivious that Vic isn’t still chasing her. “What do you mean?”
Beatrice squeals as she passes them, avoiding Vic’s reaching fingers with delight. “This child doesn’t get tired,” Vic explains.
But that only makes Maya frown more. “I get tired,” she mumbles.
“I mean,” Vic carries on, ignoring Maya’s words completely, “Does she ever stop moving? Does she sleep?”
They’ve been at Pru’s birthday party for all of three hours, filling every inch of space available on Ben and Miranda’s main floor. Andrea had slipped into the orbit of Joey as soon as they arrived but Beatrice…
Well, she’s been happily passed amongst anyone willing to play at her speed. Which is, as always, fast.
Their daughter is fiercely into the daredevil stretch of her toddlerhood. Half the day is typically spent tossing her into the air or throwing her over a shoulder or chasing her in circles around the room. It’s an important stage of development, Maya knows, their little girl adjusting to the feel of her body as it moves.
“She has FOMO,” Carina laughs, leaning over the back of the couch at Maya’s shoulder.
Vic nods, eyebrows arching with pride at Carina’s correct use of the slang term. “More Bishop than Bishop,” she repeats.
Carina shakes her head, pressing a kiss to Maya’s cheek to soften the blow. “She will sleep when things are still,” Carina tells Vic, scratching gently at Maya’s scalp as she speaks. Touching, always touching, until Maya’s frown lifts.
“Mama,” Beatrice shrieks when she notices her, redirecting her course to collide with Carina’s legs behind the couch. She’s lifted onto Carina’s hip immediately, little arms circling Carina’s neck as she nuzzles in.
And maybe it is a Bishop trait, Maya ponders, that Beatrice doesn’t ever let on that she’s tired. That she never gives in to a clawing need for stillness even when she should be exhausted.
Or maybe she is just a kid who doesn’t want to miss anything that’s happening.
Beatrice settles her head on Carina’s shoulder, those big brown eyes already beginning to droop as Carina sways their bodies back and forth, murmuring to their little girl in quiet Italian.
“Ah,” Vic nods, drawing Maya’s gaze away from the tiniest yawn, “She sleeps for Carina.” She chuckles, rising from the couch, nudging Maya’s arm as she passes. “She’s definitely more Bishop than you.”
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