Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Fuller House
Challenge/Prompt: fffc All Amnesty Special: r11.05: Parting
Word Count: 385
Date Written: 31 July 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
It’s been a long, hard day, and she lost too many lives again today. Sometimes, it seems, for all the animals for whom she cares, all those she saves, she still loses so many more. All she wants to do is to cry into her pillow until she dozes off, but she has children to take care of, her own mouths to feed, a house to clean, food to cook . . .
DJ steps into her home, stops, and stares at her surroundings. Things aren’t exactly neat and tidy here -- they never are unless her father’s visiting --, but it isn’t the chaos she expected. As much as she loves her kids, she doesn’t hear them screaming or running. “Pizza night,” Kimmy chirps brightly from the kitchen table. She walks over and hands her two slices of her favorite pie. “Eat these, and get undressed,” she orders. “I’ll have a warm bath waiting on you.”
DJ doesn’t argue, but she does check in on their children on her way to her bedroom. They’re sound asleep, smiles on their little faces that makes her heart want to melt. Coming home to these babies couldn’t be a bad thing.
True to Kimmy’s word, there’s a warm bubble bath awaiting her when DJ finishes undressing. She slips into the tub and is almost asleep when Kimmy enters, grabs her clothes, and leaves again without a word. The quiet interruption is enough, however, to pry DJ from the tub.
Kimmy’s waiting for her again when DJ steps back into her bedroom. “Come on,” she urges, patting the place next to her on the bed. DJ refuses to consider who used to sleep in Kimmy’s current position.
Kimmy wraps her arms around her as DJ lays down. She brushes her lip against her soft, blonde hair.
DJ sighs happily. “I don’t know why I ever let you out of my life.”
“I don’t know either,” Kimmy lies smoothly, “but I’m never letting us part again.”
“You better not.”
“Now,” Kimmy instructs gently, still not speaking of what today is, the anniversary of DJ’s mother’s death, a day that’s always been hard on her, “go to sleep.”
DJ hugs her more tightly. “Kimmy?”
She waits until she’s fast asleep before she whispers into her ear, “No, Dej. Thank you… for everything.”