#{jake: thread}

With the Mighty Ducks tucked up in bed (or at least they were supposed to be and Jake had suspicions that he may spot one or more them trying to sneak into the party later), Jake was given a rare night off. He could be himself, not Dad, for the next couple of hours and boy was he looking forward to it. Except, his thoughts kept going back to his kids, hoping they were OK. Maybe shaking off the responsibilities of being parents wasn’t as easy as he had thought.

--closed thread with @lydicdonovan​--

While Jake had only been a part of the community for a short time, he felt the drastic change in the atmosphere. People were actually in good moods, making eye contact and even smiling. It was like they were going to be able to forget their troubles for one night and Jake was on board for that. 

--closed thread for @ofamiable​--

“CHICKENS!”

Trying to get the Mighty Ducks to unpack their few belongings in their new rooms was proving to be difficult as their rooms overlooked the space outside dedicated to the community’s livestock. All five of the kids were looking out of the window, squealing and pointing at the animals outside.

“Yeah, yeah, chickens,” Jake said as he carried in the last of their bags. “But first, unpacking! We could make it a game. Whoever unpacks their stuff first, wins!” He was trying to make the chore sound fun but he couldn’t compete with the prospect of fussing a bunch of chickens, apparently.

“CHICKENS!” “I want to play with them!” “Can we go talk to the chickens?” “Do they know English?” “No, they only talk in chicken!” 

The Mighty Ducks all spoke over one another and somehow Jake was able to distinguish which one said what. Their excited jabbering meant no matter how fun he made unpacking, he wasn’t going to get anywhere until the Ducks met the chickens.

Not even five minutes later, Jake had accompanied the Ducks down to the farm to meet the chickens and the other animals. He was giving Erin a piggy-back as they toured around with Jake nagging the other Ducks to keep their voices down so they didn’t spook the animals. He noticed one of the livestock handlers was close by and thought he should probably go say hi, sorry my kids are running rampant around your farm, i promise they aren’t always like this as they do sleep sometimes. 

“Promise to be nice?” Jake asked Erin as he started to walk over to the handler. “I’m always nice,” Erin snapped which she punctuate by blowing a raspberry in his ear. Jake laughed but his laughter stopped when he realised who the handler was. A ghost from his past who wasn’t actually a ghost. She was very real and very much now stood in front of him.

--closed thread for @rdcnvcrs​--

It had been the Mighty Ducks’ first day in school and already Jake had been called into a parent-teacher conference. Actually, it had been Jake who had called the conference but only because he was trying to anticipate one being called. His five kids hadn’t experienced school like this before. Now he was expecting them to comply to a structure utterly alien to them. Of course there was going to be teething problems; teething problems that involved the kids eating and rolling in dirt. In the words of the ever-wise Charlie Brown, good grief!