frowned and looked at her unsure of what to do with her perched on his lap. "If we can, I hope so, if she'll let us, I don't honestly know," he said giving her answers as best as he could in the order she'd given them to him. "What names are they calling her?" he asked quietly feeling the slumbering beast of his temper stretching out its claws at the thought of Daisy being hurt even emotionally.
“Horses and trampolines or something like that.” Honey shrugged. “They aren’t nice words at all. They are very, very mean to her sometimes because they all knew that you two were the ones that were with her. They know that I have two daddies and they never let her forget it.”
"Horses or trampolines?" he asked in a confused tone. It made absolutely no sense to him. "People who don't understand often use harsh and discriminating words to cause you pain," he said as he still worked on the words she'd given him. "But you need to remember that while the words are harsh and mean and may upset you, you know better than they do and you do not need such small minded people in your life. You are better off without their narrow views of what love is."
“I agree. I think that love is what you and daddy Gareth have for my mommy and she has for you. I just wish that you would all get off your duffs and do something about it. I mean really, I want to be a flower girl in my mommy’s wedding. But you need to give her a really pretty ring. Maybe one with two stones.” Honey had it all planned out for them.
"Uh, I think you may need to discuss that with your mother Honey," he said quietly. "She is likely going to have to have a discussion with you about the laws and such when it comes to marriages in this country, or any country for that matter."
Honey shrugged. “I know that she can only legally marry one of you but you can both marry her in a civil ceremony. I know this because I’ve been looking it up a great deal. I know that there is a great deal that can be done via a civil ceremony and then you and daddy Gareth can both adopt me. If you want that is. I understand if you don’t because I’m a girl and no one would really want to have me.” She said with a shrug. “I understand if you don’t want me. I’ve been told that I’m a trollop’s bastard, so I guess that’s a bad thing.”
It all clicked when she said trollops. Sighing Mikhail gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. "It's up to your mother if she wants to marry either of us or not," he said quietly. "We can't force her into doing anything she doesn't want Honey. But I'll gladly adopt you if you wish; although I think with how your mother did things, we may not even have to do that. Though, again, we'd have to ask her." Looking down at her he gave her a squeeze and smiled slightly when she peeked at him, "I have no clue what I'm doing Honey, so you need to tell me what a parent does. I'm going to have to rely on you to teach me. If you're willing to take on a basket case like me that is."
“Parents do this like this,” Honey shrugged. “They hold their kids, kiss their boo-boos, walk them to school, and help with History homework.” She said with a groan, “I hate history. I hate how you have to remember about fights and wars and stuff. I wanna just remember the good parts.” She muttered darkly. “And they don’t let my mommy be alone or hurt anymore.” She added with a shrug. “And they just love each other. That’s what family does. They just plain ole love each other.”
"Right," he muttered trying to process everything she was telling him. "I think I can handle most of that except maybe the history homework. I slept through most of my history lessons and I was home schooled. It’s very hard to sleep through anything when you're the only one in the class." Chewing on his lip he sighed, "Speaking of school, don't you have it starting soon? Shouldn't you be eating breakfast and getting ready to