If you asked Dorian, life was pretty great as a 4 year old. Not all the time, just sometimes… when his siblings weren’t home. Like now. THANK GOD Elodie had to go to the doctors… Okay, that sounds bad. Don’t worry, she’s fiiiiiiine but mom always gets worried when Elodie doesn’t feel good so she takes her to the doctor. Where was Dylan? How should Dorian know? Supposedly Dylan was old enough to play with his friends allll alone so he wasn’t at home. Another plus because this meant Dorian was allll alone with his dad. With a ball in his hands, little Dori ran up to Elijah’s office, struggling to open the door but smiling proudly once he did. Bet Elodie can’t do that. [color="#99c6a3”]”Daddd, will you…“[/color] dropping the ball, he kicked it lightly toward his dad, that proud smile not disappearing from his lips. ”Playyy with me?“ Did he care that his dad was on the phone with someone? NO. PLAY WITH HIM… Please? No one wants to play with him… They do… But it feels like they don’t want to. They’d rather spend time teaching Elodie to play her baby piano or play with her dolls, but what about soccer? That was waaaaay better than dolls. At least Dylan was fun enough to join Dori sometimes… And dad. Running up to his dad who surprisingly ended the call, Dorian climbed up to sit on his lap repeating play with me oveeer and over again. In no time Dorian was laughing, his dad throwing him over his shoulder as he got up and picked up the ball, listening to his son. He really was a good dad when he wasn’t busy, he cared about his kids and loved them but there were three of them and Dorian couldn’t always get his full attention. If he wanted to feel involved sometimes he had to play with… stupid dolls. But at least then dad would tell him that he’s being a gooood brother. Which he was!
That next hour was everything little Dori really needed. He was out with his dad, running around while kicking a ball, laughing, falling and getting up right away to beat his dad, his dad throwing him up in the air when he’d “score a goal”. A perfect day… until he heard her. [color="#b3867e”]”Daddddyyyyy,“[/color] running up to them with her little ponytail, Elodie already had her arms up, just waiting for dad to pick her up. Ready to steal him away from Dorian and drag him into her girly baby world. Just standing there with his ball in front of his feet, he could see his mom also appearing, leaning against the back door and smiling at the scene in front of her. That scene being Elijah picking up Elodie and kissing her cheek, asking her what the doctor said. If they were here just 5 seconds ago maybe she’d be smiling at how gooooood Dorian was at this game, but she wasn’t. Maybe she’ll ask him what he was doing - no, she didn’t. Instead she called them all inside to eat something she got while she was out. Wait, dad was turning back to look at him! ”Come on, champ,“ with a soft smile that’s all he did. His dad also told him to go back inside instead of putting Elodie down and continuing Dori’s game… Oh… But he wasn’t hungry. Hearing his dad talking to his sister, for a second Dori continued standing there and watching them leave, before sitting down on the ground and hugging his ball, a soft frown on his lips.