contrary to his husband, dk has never exactly been a man of habit. yeah, he's had his habits, he has
his habits, some better than others ( he still runs five miles, three or four times a week, despite the rather impressive collection of knee braces in the closet ), but as far as ritualistic habits go ? they've never really been dallas's cup of tea. he doesn't have to wake up at a certain time, his coffee, tea, or lack thereof depends on his moods, sometimes he has breakfast, othertimes not. to be honest, the majority of dallas's habits are based off those of others -- he gets up at the same time during the week, because his children have to get to school ( even his hours at the office aren't regular by week ), he eats breakfast with his family, because virginia likes telling them about her dreams and she's announced on multiple occasions that it is just such
a hassle for her to have to tell her stories twice
so could they please
but in a little
effort and try to all congregate to listen. completely with the petulant eyebrow raise ( which dallas still doesn't understand -- it took him sixteen years to learn to raise his left eyebrow, and another two for the right ) and a crossing of the arms that, in all honesty, scares dk for her teenage years to come. though that's not a thought he will voice out loud, especially not to atticus -- he thinks his husband would actually cry at the realization that in ten teen tiny little years, virginia elizabeth mcgregor will be throwing a sweet sixteen, driving a car, and going on dates.
yeah, no. dallas sure as hell isn't voicing that -- at picks her up from school right at the dot to ensure she doesn't sit around with any boys. ( dk was late once, and v got herself invited to jason lewis's birthday party -- since then, at has deemed him unfit to pick the princess up. )
but i digress.
point is, dk isn't a man of routine, not for himself, but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate them. it's not so much that he likes to plan out what his days are going to look like ( because that isn't very much dk's game, not at all ), but more so, he enjoys the quiet knowledge that when these moments happen, these routine bits in his life, they will happen again. that's mostly it. that sitting at the breakfast table, smiling from behind his cup of tea as at sits, completely enamored by v's dreams, harper asking quiet questions, already trying to decipher what a flying banana and a river of marbles could mean for his sister, these are the moments he holds the most precious, and if there's one thing that makes dk fall in love with routine, it's the fact that he knows it's going to happen again. they sit on the couch together and watch a movie almost every weekend, because the kids are allowed up later, and movies are longer, and harper usually falls asleep before the end, anyway, and he thanks his stars every time they sit, gathered on the couch, that this is a reoccurring event. the movies might change, the positions might differ ( though cowboy movies and v holding atticus are two very directly related events ), but this moment, it will repeat for as long as they can convince their two children that it's cool to hang out with their parents. and afterwards, dallas is certain, it'll be he and his husband
though there will be a lot less quiet cuddling and quoting of movies, if that's the case.
he smiles as he listens to atticus humour him and quotes the words, knowing full well that it's virginia's dream to posses the same ability as her father, and he rolls his eyes at his husband's own personal tirade. " that's because james stewart is s-e--x-i-e-r than you, " he responds with a small eyeroll, smiling over at his husband. " let him say his lines, we'd rather hear them from him. " he's quick to kiss atticus back, half because he loves nothing more than small, gentle kisses with the other man, but primarily because virginia looks like she's about to hit him for stating that he prefers another man over her own father, and he just grins and rolls his eyes at said man's dramatic comment. before he has a retort of his own ( and trust me, he's always got a retort when it comes to atticus ), harper pipes up in the quiet, gentle voice that makes his heart soar. " we have cowboy, daddy. " he glances down, catching those big eyes, eager to please both his fathers and make sure his comments are correct, and dk smiles, pulling harper closer to him by the thigh. " yeah, daddy, we have cowboy. you gonna go around, ignoring my mutt ?" he flashes at a pointed look and, almost on cute, he hears cowboy whine from the corner of the room, where the dog, it seems, hasn't been bothered to sit up from his dog bed and what seems like one of dk's smelly running shirts. " it's okay, boy, " dk calls out, turning his head back to the television, " you'll always be more of a lone ranger than finch over here. "