@moreprofoundbonds harley and dawn { - a baby moonbeam! }
Moonbeam. Dawn has come to love this peculiar little nickname Harley has given her. It’s cutesy, quaint. Very sweet. Hank never had a special nickname for her or she for him. Dawn doesn’t mind the swearing; Lord knows she doesn’t exactly possess the cleanest language herself. Nevertheless, she frames her middle as if shielding the babe’s ears from such words. The overdone look of scandalization is enough to tell she’s joking.
“I’ll see you there,” Dawn smiles. Wouldn’t that be a great treat? Maybe not the best idea given Harley’s notoriety but Dawn doesn’t give a damn either way. She sees the gears turning in Harley’s little head and arched a brow pointedly when the discussion briefly shifts to that guy in particular. “Good for you,” is all the Dove has to say to that. When topic reverts back to the baby, Dawn beams again. She was never sure she wanted kids until she had one growing just below her heart. It’s… special. Still kind of an odd feeling despite all her heightening excitement as weeks turn into months turn into trimesters.
She presses her lips into a thin at Harley’s protestations of her potential name choice. “You do have a point,” she concedes. “That’s probably a better middle name, yeah. Maybe Mabel? Or Margot? Harleen is nice, too. Thank you, I hope she looks like me. I wouldn’t mind her looking more like Hank either.” She finds the couch and makes herself at home. “Come sit with us?” She offers.
“I’ll be there with freakin’ bells on, Dawn, I swear.” Harley smiles brightly, the smile wider when it’s clear Dawn approves of Harley’s ...liberation. Truth be told, it’s taken way too long for Harley to get here. But really, it’s happened, and now, it’s not quite as important as a baby dove!
“It’s not a bad name, Dawny, it’s just, kids are cruel. Make the little girl too different and she’s in for a world of miserable. Mabel and Margo are great, but, Harleen isn’t one you should saddle her with. Take it from me, you’re either a motormouth who’s named for a motorcycle, or a harlequin. Mabel can easily be Maybelline, and she probably will be born with it,” Grinning, she heads to the couch, and sits down beside Dawn and her passenger.
“Your hair and general face shape paired with the Hawk’s height would make for a real strikin’ person. You betta’ teach her how to punch, just in case a no doesn’t work. Or a taser. Taser might be a bit much. especially for a little kid,” she teasing, mostly. There is worry for future mini-dove trials and tribulations though. Not even her kid and she’s worried about people being stupid. What’s up with that.
“I’m real happy for you, Dawn. You look happy.”
