hashtag_chocobro | The Apartment above the Photo Hut; Sunday Afternoon [02/12].

It had almost passed Prompto by entirely; he had nearly forgotten about it, which just mind-blowing in a way, because it had definitely been his absolute favorite Earth tradition/holiday. He was definitely going to blame some sort of version of anticipatory baby-brain for not realizing until pretty much that morning that it was even a thing, but something Apu had said on Friday about the Super Bowl jogged Prompto's memory. It just didn't reach its destination until today.

THE PUPPY BOWL!

And, oh, gods, that took him back, he remembered the last Puppy Bowl he'd celebrated before everything happened, it had been here in this apartment and everything, and he'd held a Puppy Bowl party every year since he'd first heard about it. It was too late to really throw together a party today (and he wouldn't want to, anyway, with Liz ready to pop at literally any moment now), but he threw out a few texts in case anyone did want to swing by, hopped on down to the store for a few snacks and drinks, and then got ready to spend his day watching adorable puppies scramble around a tiny football field and just doing their best.

Maybe. Hopefully. Unless Liz went into labor, in which case Prompto could not even be mad about it, because how perfect would that be, his daughter, born during the Puppy Bowl! It'd make sense, right, that she'd want to see it for herself?

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Dwight had finally finished up all the orders and made the last delivery to the mainland for the fast-approaching holiday. That only left one thing to still drop off. And that was why he was standing outside the door to Liz and Prompto's apartment that afternoon, and gave a knock, hoping he wasn't interrupting any big game-day plans.

Just the most adorable game day plans!

At the time of Dwight's knock, Prompto was trying doggedly (ha!) to get Rain to get off the fence and pick whether she was Team Ruff or Team Fluff (she was staunchly Team Meow Meow Meow, apparently) , and so the distraction was welcome and he shifted the cat from his lap, very unnecessarily hopped over the back of the couch to get up, and head for the door.

"Oh, hey, Dwight! How's it going? Come on in, man."

"Hey Prompto, sorry to drop by out of the blue" Dwight said as he took a step in. "Been meaning to stop by for a while now, but well, you can see how well that has worked out" he added with a chuckle. "Just have something for you and Liz, well for the little one actually."

"Hey, no worries," said Prompto. "We're just kind of hanging out. You can stick around for a bit, if you want, kind of throwing together just a casual thing for the Puppy Bowl in a bit."

He laughed a little himself.

"Assumig Noctra doesn't have other plans, anyway."

He grinned over at Dwight, with the undeniable excitement (and underlying horror) that went along with the realization that they were really in the end game now, it could happen at any moment now. But even with the enormity of all that hanging over him, he paused a bit, head tilting curiously, as another thought tickled at the edge of his brain.

"Did you do something different to your hair, man? You look great..."

But not the focus! He shook his head a little as if to get his head back on track.

"But you didn't have to do that! I mean, we'll take it," he laughed, "obviously, but....that's really thoughtful, Dwight, thank you."

"Ah, nothing really... probably overdue for a cut, if anything," Dwight said with a slight laugh as he ran a hand through his hair a little awkwardly.

"But yeah, just wanted to get something for you guys. And for Noctra too," Dwight said as he held two small boxes, wrapped in simple brown paper.

"And how can I say no to cute puppy TV?" he added with a grin. "Thanks."

"Well," Prompto assured him, giving Dwight's hair another approving look, "whatever it is, man, it's working for you!"

He took the boxes, giving them a little look over with a faint grin.

"Like birthday presents for her," he realized, "just a little early. Should I open them now, or dig in later?"

"Well one for her, one for you and Liz to help out a little.. hopefully," Dwight explained. "Some hand carved wood blocks for when shes a little older, and a wooden bottle rack i made to help ya keep things a little more organized. I remember the endless avalanche of bottles and stuff in the drying rack."

"Oh, wow," said Prompto, grinning gratefully, "those both sound great, Dwight, thank you!"

They were, in general, trying to avoid too many wooden things, until they had a better idea of whether or not Noctra would inherit Liz's power, but he was hardly going to turn anything down because of that. A few definitely wouldn't hurt...

...and there was a good chance Prompto would get as much use out of those blocks as Noctra would! What? It was true.

"I kinda forgot you had a kid, actually," he offered, apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck, especially since he honestly wasn't sure if he'd forgotten or just never knew to begin with (not to mention his brain deciding to helpfully supply him with errant vivid reminders of how Dwight would have gotten that kid....what was with his head today? Was it some kind of weird near-birth hormone thing?). "Got any good advice, by any chance?"

Asked very much like he felt he could use all the help he could get, probably.

"They're all made with Ipe wood, which is the best naturally fire-resistant wood. Liz had mentioned trying to keep things as flame-retardant as possible. So even if little Noctra does have some of her mom's powers, it should be better than your average wooden stuff," Dwihgt said with a grin.

And then there was a pause as he considered that call for help. Dwight gave Prompto a small grin.

"Taking this with the caveat that it's been a while since I had a little one, one of the things that always helped me early on was this. If you are fretting and worrying you are not good enough or doing things right, then you are likely doing just fine. Good parents are those who are their own worst critics and harshest judges." Dwight went to put a hand on Prompto's shoulder and gave an encouraging smile. "You and Liz are going to be amazing parents. If I managed to do it somehow on my own for most of it, the two of you are going to be just fine. Noctra is lucky to have you both for parents."

When Dwight's hand fell on Prompto's shoulder, he felt a sudden rush of heat to his face, unable to help thinking that, man, he really was as strong as he looked, but not surprising, dude was built almost exactly like Gladio, who, of course, was practically sculpted by the gods....

Prompto quickly tried to snap out of it and let off a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, man," he said, "if fretting and worrying is a sign of being a good parent, I'm pretty much set to be World's Best Dad already. But...I hope you're right, that she'll be lucky to have us."

His next laugh was more of a huff, because at least he knew for a fact that they'd both be way better than their own parents.

(The bar, after all, was so low it may as well be buried).

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